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Cockpit 9 | knj

Pair: Namjoon x reader

Summary: Namjoon goes through a rough time while getting a divorce, meeting you at the club two weeks in a row when attraction becomes unreal.

Rating: +18 mature content, Smut, divorce, fatherhood, mentions of anxiety attacks, mentions of abuse, mentions of bribery.

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This entire weekend was incredible, yet still a huge weight sits on your shoulders when all of them blend in with Namjoon and seem to be liking him… a lot!

You spent so much time over thinking the fact if you and Namjoon didn’t actually end up together everything is going to end up being awkward for you two.

Jungkook has already planned a workout routine with the guy and they agreed to meet up a couple times a week, even when he used to work out with you, but you’re long forgotten. Yoongi wanted to take him out and play basketball, Taehyung wanted to see a cockpit in real life so he politely asked Namjoon to show him one.

You’re a little overwhelmed that you kind of regret the fact that you introduced them together, you wish time went by fast so you could go home.

Less than a week after, Hoseok is driving on his way back home from the court house, that day he had planned dinner with you and a movie night, not only because he genuinely misses you and  wants to hang out with you; but he’s trying to keep you away from Namjoon a little, not that he’s against anything or whatever, he just wants you to take your time with the whole thing. So he planned a sleepover at his place, and it’s just you two.

You’ve always been close together and did these kinds of nights occasionally if neither of you had to work, so you wouldn’t mind at all, in fact you would love to.

Hoseok’s phone rings while he’s driving and he puts his phone on speaker when he answers. “Hello?”

“Mister Jung? Hi this is Mister Lee speaking, I’m one of your clients.” It seems to be an older man on the other side and Hoseok gets a little suspicious, he has way too many clients and most of them share their first names, so he apologizes. “I’m sorry, but I’m currently driving, can you make it quick please?”

“Absolutely, I wanted to talk to you regarding my daughter’s hearing on September 14th, you’re her husband’s lawyer aren’t you?”

He feels the need to park the car on the side of the road as he grabs his phone and checks his schedule, Namjoon’s hearing is scheduled that day along with two other sessions. “What’s the spouse’s name?” He asks.

“Kim Namjoon, I thought that we could make a deal with you.”

Hoseok rolls his eyes.

A little cheap shot from her family, but most of the other parties when they find out that Jung Hoseok is against their own lawyer, they try their last shot which is bribery. The whole field of law is intoxicated with bribery and even though it is in fact a federal crime, it still occurs frequently.

And of course, Hoseok is filthy rich, because really, he can’t deny that if he got a  good offer, he would totally accept the bribe and not try hard defending his own client, but of course he wouldn’t accept the bribe if they offer a fake or invalid evidence to hold against his own  client.

But considering Namjoon actually matters to you and you’re his close friend, Hoseok decides to actually listen and figure out what they have in hand. “Sure go ahead.”

“3 and a half million won if you make him change his mind and cancel the divorce.”

Of course her father doesn’t even own the 3 and a half million won. Even if Hoseok actually got Namjoon to change his mind, her family would take the Kim’s money to pay Hoseok.

Hoseok laughs. “Do you have any valid reason from him to change his mind about the divorce?”

“We have witnesses, he was seen in public with someone else, and we have a witness of abuse.”

Hoseok knew that you being around Namjoon all the time will complicate things, he rubs his forehead and nods. “We need an actual concrete evidence, do you have any? Video tapes, pictures, clothing item?”

The older man laughs nervously. “We don’t have concrete evidence sir, aren’t witnesses just enough?”

“Of course not, for all we know, your witnesses can easily lie.” Hoseok’s answer is more than enough for the man to just sigh, “I will get the concrete evidence, can we visit you in your office when we’re ready?”

“Absolutely.”

“Thank you Mister Jung, we’re sorry for keeping  you busy.” The older man apologizes before saying goodbye and hanging up.

Of course Hoseok doesn’t need the evidence to begin with, even if Namjoon was actually guilty, he was going to defend him just because he knows that the man matters to you.

But he feels the need to tell you, that the man may be accused of actual abuse. And he needs to talk to Namjoon and see if he ever touched the woman in an inappropriate way.

He finally gets home to take a shower and get dressed, as he waits for you to show up, you two were going to bake pizza from scratch and he had everything prepared for you two to cook together.

He grabs out Namjoon’s file to put on the coffee table before you finally arrive there and ring the doorbell.

You were working that day on the morning shift, Namjoon wanted you to come over to his place since his soon to be ex partner is in Ilsan with her parents, but you told him that you had plans with Hoseok and of course he gave you your space and wished you a pleasant time.

You got back from work and dressed into a pair of sweatpants and a  hoodie and you matched it  with a pair of socks and a slipper, and you drove to Hoseok’s place with a six pack of beer.

“There you are.” He opens the door and pulls you into a hug, you hug him back and kiss him on the cheek, “What’s up?” Before walking towards his kitchen to put down the beer, he opens the fridge to shove the drinks inside and grabs you out a bottle of water. “I have some tea to spill.”

“You do? I love a little gossip.” You grab the bottle and untwist the cap. “Who’s sleeping with who? Is Jungkook sleeping with someone’s girl?”

He laughs and scratches his nose. “I’m not surprised you think that, but nope, it’s actually regarding you.”

You’re a little taken back when he speaks, he even crosses his arms and looks at you in the eyes, one eyebrow cocked up.

“Should I be worried?” Your heart drops when he takes a couple seconds to answer you, “Nope, nothing too serious, let’s go sit.”

He points his head towards the living room, both of you walking there.

There is not a single scenario that didn’t go through your head, your anxiety is increasing by the second and he’s taking his time to talk which drives you mad.

You cross your legs under your butt and sit back onto the couch. “What is it?”

He grabs the papers and hands them to you, it takes you a second to recognize that it’s Namjoon’s  divorce papers, clipped onto a thick file that was hand written by his previous attorney, consisting of Namjoon’s testimony.

“What’s the matter?” You worriedly ask and he eyes you carefully before he speaks. “His father in law found my number somehow and called today to put an offer, of course Namjoon doesn’t know.”

“Hobi, I think I should stay out of this, it’s none of my business.” You put the file down and sigh, a little relieved that it’s nothing concerning you in person.

“No Y/N.” Your stomach drops when he uses your name clearly. “I think you have to know, they’re trying to find a concrete evidence of abuse, and they have a witness who claims that Namjoon was seen in public with someone. Look, I’m just worried if what they are claiming is true.” He whispers as if someone might listen.

You bite onto your nails anxiously, you know Namjoon’s side of the story but you don’t know hers’. And perhaps everything they’re claiming can actually turn out to be true.

But you shake that thought immediately away, you’ve known the man for more than two months now and you swear on your own life that he’s been nothing but good to you.

“Did you go out with him?” Hoseok’s deep voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you even flinch. “We went out together a couple weeks ago, but that’s it.” You shrug. “We mostly hung out in my place.”

“And did anyone recognize Namjoon or something?” He asks. “Someone might’ve spotted him.”

You’re totally unaware of what happened in the wine cellar that evening and it didn’t even cross your mind because you didn’t over think it in the first place. Plus you were a little tipsy.

You shake your head. “Not at all.”

He sighs and runs his fingers through his hair, “I’d really appreciate it if you brainstorm a little.” He puts his hand onto your leg for support before getting up. “I’m not going to dig further more into the topic of abuse unless they hand me the evidence.” He walks towards the kitchen.

“I think you should talk to them.”

And he stops to look at you behind his shoulder. “What do you mean?”

“Make them trust you, maybe they’ll spell out the truth.” You simply suggest.

“Do you have a plan?

You simply shrug with a little pout forming onto your lips. “You know your job better than I do.”

He pauses for a second and scratches his temple. “Fine, I’m in, but can we please get to cooking? My brain won’t function when I’m hungry.”

You get up onto your feet and head to the kitchen with him.

-

The night is getting longer and the time is passing really slow since winter is about to come up early this year, you’ve always hated night shifts when the night got longer but now you don’t mind them. Namjoon has been keeping you entertained  throughout the entire night, texting or even video calling when he’s in the hotel room outside Seoul.

“Hey, I got you some coffee.” Seokjin makes a surprise visit to the emergency room and puts the cup down in front of you, he’s looking tired and he could barely stand on his feet. “Thank you, you don’t seem okay,”

He leans against the wall and closes his eyes. “I’m not feeling well, I think I have a fever.”

You get up on your feet and grab his arm to lead him onto one of the beds and close the curtain. “Lay down.” He obeys and immediately shuts his eyes, you grab the nearest thermometer and aim it towards his head, and indeed he does have a fever. “What hurts?”

“Nothing too serious, I think it’s the flu because my tonsils hurt.” He barely speaks. “Can you write me a sick leave? And can the nurses give me something? I’m really tired.”

You laugh and ruffle his hair. “Oh so that’s what the coffee’s for.” And he flips you off because he’s too tired to bite back at you.

“Fine. Stay here.” You open the curtains and head out to the nurses to give them the order on what to give him before writing him a sick leave.

The emergency door slides open and an old man walks in with a woman behind him, both are walking so it seems that there is nothing too urgent to you. They take the bed right next to Seokjin’s and leave the curtain open, waiting for you to come over.

You take a sip of your coffee that you know is going to get cold by the time you’re done and make your way towards them with one of your nurses to introduce yourself. “Who’s the patient?”

“I am.” How can you forget her features? You’ve seen her once but you remember every detail on this woman. There’s a ring still on her left hand.

“Lay down please,” You put a pair of gloves on and walk near her before the man next to her stops you. “We would prefer if it was just you examining her.” He looks at you then looks at the nurse who’s about to turn around and leave before you grab her wrist. “She has to be here to assist me.”

“But we want some privacy.” He insists, you squint your eyes and tilt your head. “And you are..?”

“Her father.”

Makes sense, she looked a lot like him, you feel resentful towards them both that you couldn’t control your facial expressions. The nurse leaves as you give the woman in front of you a half assed examination.

“Breathe.” You order her as your stethoscope sits on her back, your other hand supporting her other shoulder.

Her sense of smell is heightened all the time, and the perfume on you smells so familiar, of course she can’t forget the night she first smelled it on Namjoon’s shirt, and what makes her a little suspicious is that she smelled his shirt on the same night that her second cousin claimed that he saw Namjoon with someone..

But of course this doesn’t prove anything since people tend to like similar perfumes, she looks at you and sinks in her thoughts. Quite good looking, but a doctor who probably doesn’t have the time to go out with someone.

“What brings you here today?” Your question snaps her out of her thoughts, she’s about to open her mouth to speak but her father grabs her by the shoulder and whispers. “We need your help.”

You stand in front of them in confusion before you ask. “How can I help?”

“My daughter is going through a divorce and the lawyer asked for a medical report to give to the court.” He nods and has the audacity to say. “And you women understand each other, we need your help with a medical report to prove that she’s been a victim of violence.”

Her parents are putting in all their effort to find  their evidence, of course her second cousin wasn’t able to snap the picture earlier, but they’re using their twisted ways and trying to dig deep just to prove that Namjoon was there with someone.

They even asked the company that held the tour to send them the list of people who booked on that day but it was confidential and no one was allowed to have it, and Namjoon got lucky with that..

And of course they offered a few doctors that are related to them a bribe just to fake reports of abuse, or even fake reports that she’s pregnant so that the divorce can be delayed. Her father is working on a big project and he needs funding for it, the divorce cannot happen any time soon.

Someone suggested that they should head to hospitals in Seoul rather than Ilsan since her and her husband live there, and that she should visit an emergency doctor so that they could help her with her medical report.

You feel your body fuming with anger and you’re even more bitter now, you clear your throat and look up into his face to see that he’s dead serious. Other doctors would’ve probably done it, but of course you wouldn’t because it’s unfair to Namjoon and unfair to you and your job.

“Could you give me a minute please?” You force a fake smile and open the curtain to head back to the counter, a little overwhelmed.

The bed next to them is occupied by  Seokjin who’s on his IV medication, and even when his ears were buzzing due to his fever, he could still hear the conversation happening next to him very easily since there’s only a curtain between them.

“Something’s suspicious.” She whispers and her father grits on his teeth before answering. “This is all your fault, we wouldn’t have gone through all this.”

“The night our cousin told us that he  saw Namjoon with someone—“

Seokjin’s eyes almost fall out of their socket when he hears the mention of Namjoon.

“—He came back the next day smelling exactly like the doctor’s perfume.”

Fuck, Seokjin gets a head rush when he rises up from his seat too quickly to turn off the IV fluid and leave the bed. He makes sure that he’s seen when he stands next to you really close and wraps his arm around your waist awkwardly.

You flinch and look at him, a little terrified by his sudden touch. “Wh—“

“Put your hand around me and shut up.” He whispers. A frown sits on your face and you’re a little too angry to be doing this nonsense with him. He can see the debate happening in your head so he presses on his teeth and whispers again. “Just do as I say.”

And you put your hand around him with a clear cringe on your face, before he speaks a little loud. “I was looking for you honey, where have you been?”

You scrunch your nose and tilt your head. “Huh?”

“I miss you.” He’s loud enough for them to hear, he presses a kiss onto your cheek and tugs your hair behind your ear. “O-oh, you have patients?”

You’re still confused and you’re seriously starting to think that the man may be hallucinating from his fever, “Get back to your patient, call me when you’re done.” And he simply leaves the emergency room.

Meanwhile her father looks at her and she looks back at him before he whispers. “She’s clearly married, stop over thinking.”

You turn and get back towards them with your arms crossed, you’ve had your time to think, and it’s a little last minute, but it’s time to initiate some sort of plan.

So you fully decide on giving them the report but before that you give them some false information and they seem to believe it. “Of course I’ll help you, we’ve helped women before and we’re glad to help you.” You even fake a smile. “But we need to give you the report sealed in an envelope so that the court could accept it, it’s something with the law I guess.” You shrug. “And I’m going to sign it with my name right by the seal so that they know it hasn’t been opened before.”

Her father has a smile of victory on his face and looks at his daughter who’s a little occupied looking at your fingers to see if you’re  actually wearing a ring or not, still not convinced with what she saw earlier. And luckily that day you were wearing your cheapest jewelry and you wore one of the rings on your left ring finger. Now she’s finally convinced.

“Please stay here, I’ll go write the report and have it ready for you.” You nod and get back to the counter to sit in front of the computer and start typing.

Her full name and age, her history and physical examination.

Before stating clearly, that there are no signs of abuse, no bruises, no signs of cuts or wounds, no fractures, her vital signs which indicate that she’s perfectly well, before signing your name and printing the paper and folding into an envelope and sealing it.

“There you go.” You gladly hand them the envelope, a little happy on the inside that you got to do something to prove Namjoon’s case. “Thank you so much.” Her father snatches the report from your hand, and he’s a split second away from opening it before you stop him. “Sir, if you opened that envelope you can’t give it to court and no one else can write you another one.”

“I have to read it.” He’s about to open it again but again you interrupt him, constant non true bullshit coming out your mouth. “Her name has been logged into our system with a copy of that report, if you open the envelope it wouldn’t be valid anymore and it may be used against you.”

And that’s what convinces him to stop, his daughter taking the report from him and putting it into her purse. “Thank you.” She gets up and drags her father out of the emergency room.

On her way out, your eyes pierce up and down her figure, of course you were judging her and comparing yourself to her, you know you’re way prettier than she is that you secretly wonder why did the man marry her to begin with.

You roll your eyes at your own thoughts, a little cocky for you to think like that, but oh well.

The moment they leave the emergency room you grab out your phone to see 3 texts and a missed call from Namjoon. You decide not to call him back and instead, call Seokjin to find out what the hell was going on.

And he explains the entire thing to you on the phone, and you’re now happy that he did what he did.

You text back Namjoon of course not letting him know what happened just now, before locking your phone and leaning your head back onto your chair.

A sudden heavy weight sits on your shoulders, and you feel a little too involved in Namjoon’s divorce even when you didn’t want to, which makes you genuinely upset. You now wish you liked a man who was single already and had nothing to go through,  no divorce, no custody, no nothing.

As she returns home with her father she locks the door and he sits onto the couch to clip the closed envelope with the divorce paper, “You better hide this well, he can’t see this do you understand?”

She nods and hesitates to blurt out. “I have something in mind, I know exactly how we can set him up.”

“I think this report is more than enough to get you your rights.” He doesn’t want to listen, totally insisting on doing everything his way. “After all, I can’t lose his father.”

“I know, and what I’m about to do is going to get me more than just my rights.” She holds onto her father. “I can promise you.”

“What are you planning to do?” He finally decides to listen.

-

A little over one week passed by and you and Namjoon still haven’t seen each other since you came back from the beach house, he’s been flying constantly and barely has the time to rest or see his son, and you’ve been working double shifts just to kill time.

Of course Hoseok never left you alone, even if you came back home feeling tired and sleepy, he would bring his papers and work on his cases even when you’re asleep, and by the time you’ve woken up he would’ve ordered food or cooked something. And some nights Yoongi came to sleep over when Mia went back to visit her family.

Hoseok’s plan worked perfectly as he wanted you and Namjoon to keep it low key, of course you had no idea, but he’s doing his best to protect you.

When Hoseok suddenly had “Plans” on a Friday night you knew that he’s hooking up with someone or found a new fling, of course you were home and you knew that Namjoon flies back today from Tokyo, his air carrier had shortage and they asked him to fly internationally even when he hasn’t in a long time.

“I don’t know, I don’t think I should.” You whine as you put the last dish  in the dishwasher, you’re video chatting with him as he’s driving to his place after landing. “Come on, we’re always hanging out at your place, this time I want you to come over.”

“Is Jay still in Ilsan?” You ask, you remember him telling you a few days ago that Jay’s at his grandparents’ place with his mom. “Yeah, they won’t be back until Friday.”

You take off your gloves and hang them by your sink before leaning your hand on your hip. “Namjoon, this is not a good idea.”

“Come on, please? You haven’t seen my place yet and—“ The call suddenly lags and the screen shows that the call is reconnecting, it seems to be that you’re on hold and he has another call, in the mean time you wash your hands and take the apron off before plopping down onto your bed until he connects again. “Sorry, I had to take this call.” This time his phone is in his hands as he seems to be reading something on his phone. “Are you okay?” You ask.

“Yeah, it’s an order that should be delivered to my place tonight.” He finally hangs his phone on his dashboard. “So what do you say? Should I come pick you up?”

“You don’t have to, I’ll take my car.”

“So you’re coming?” His pearly whites show in a smile wider than ever and you roll your eyes. “Alright.”

“I’ll be waiting for you, be quick okay? I’m going to order dinner.” He makes a turn, his eyes barely looking on the road as he’s trying to take quick glances of you.

“I’ll get ready right away, see you then.” You smile and wave your hands, he  waves back and blows you a kiss before hanging up.

You get up on your feet and rush to get ready, a pair of comfy jeans and an oversized button up with a pair of converse.

Namjoon on the other hand, gets home and locks the door before taking a quick glance around his  house, he starts picking up Jay’s scattered toys and putting them away into his son’s bedroom, he puts his carry on in his bedroom and gets in the shower, making sure he’s quick before you get here.

His door bell rings while he’s wrapping the towel around his  waist, he knows it’s not you because your house is a little far from his place, so he rushes to the door and opens the security cameras, he remembers  the package that was supposed to be delivered, but why is it here so early?

He opens the door and grabs the big package from the woman’s hands and puts it down. “Where do I sign?”

“Mister Kim.” She takes a single step closer and he automatically takes a step back as he feels uncomfortable and a little terrified, she lifts her hand to graze it onto his shoulder and chest as she takes another step closer, until she’s practically inside the house.

Of course it’s you who shows up at the right  time, the elevator doors opens and you take a walk down the aisle and turn to make your way to his apartment door, but what’s happening  in front you doesn’t need further explanation.

You made the effort to get him a passenger airplane Lego to put up together with him and at that second it was totally not worth the effort.

It hurts inside, and not because you’re jealous or anything, that’s way far behind you.

It hurts that you let yourself get o this place, you never got into a relationship because you know men can be heartless and mean, and now this happens right before your eyes and it physically hurts that you can’t do anything about it, you’re not the one to blame him because practically you two aren’t aa thing yet.

You can’t stop him from seeing other people, and he could so easily go hook up with someone and you can’t say anything about it, he’s a free man and he could do anything he wants, you don’t dare to take a step further, you simple put the Legos down and turn to get back into the elevator, you’re not even sure he saw you.

You don’t feel physically well and you feel the need to lean against the elevator walls, you’re hurt and you can’t deny that you’re a little… Embarrassed?

Yeah you’re embarrassed.

You’re embarrassed at the fact that the man who you told your friends was actually a good man despite he was married is apparently seeing other people, but goodness, everyone thought he was head over heels for you, how come did that happen?

Oh my god.

Your palm sits on your face when you realize how tragically stupid you sound, the man is married and you still like him??

The elevator door opens when you finally get to the ground floor and your phone starts ringing nonstop, of course it’s him. You rush to your car and get inside to drive away fast before he can catch onto you, and even when you’re now 5 minutes away from his place, he’s still calling and you finally decide to answer. “Hello?”

“Y/N, where are you?” He worriedly asks and he’s out of breath.

There’s a very clear lump in your  throat when you speak. “Oh hey, I was just going to text you that I wasn’t feeling too well.”

“Y/N, I saw the Legos, what did you see?”

You’re totally caught, and to avoid saying anything that you may regret later, you swallow and laugh awkwardly. “Namjoon, I just need some time alone, it’s okay.” By the way, it’s totally not.

“No, wait, Y/N, it’s not what it looks like.” He speaks and you immediately stop him. “Yeah, you know what, I’m pretty sure it isn’t” Of course you’re not convinced. “But I need to be alone and think some stuff through.”

“Y/N—“

“Namjoon, I need to hang up, I’m driving, okay? I’ll see you around.” You take your phone off of your ear and it takes you a few seconds to press the red button and hang up the call.

Your shoulders sulk in disappointment when you exhale, your eyelids suddenly are getting heavier by the second, you need to lay down.

Your drive home took some time, when you finally get there and lock the door, you make your way to your bed and finally lay down with your clothes still on.

It hurts a little the fact that it’s been a while since you’ve spent a Friday night on your own, not that it’s specifically Namjoon whose been hanging out with you, but it was either you working, or you having plans with your friends, but tonight, your friends had their own plans.

You end up falling asleep way too early that night with your jeans on.

Utter shit is what Namjoon wakes up feeling like, he’s sweating and his head is pounding with a headache that he never experienced before.

Yes you’re hurt, but he thinks that you should’ve listened and that you’re being unfair to him.

This is the last thing he thinks of, he’s confused and wondering since when did the mail arrive out of schedule? This woman that delivered it wasn’t even in a certain uniform or anything.

Namjoon opens his mail and bank receipts to see  that the order was made over a month ago, but he wasn’t sent a mail that the package was delivered even when he just got it.

Something smells fishy and he can’t put a finger on it.

“Bingo.”

The CCTV finally falls in his wife’s hands, she even cropped and edited the video to get the desired part on tape.

Namjoon’s lawyer wanted concrete evidence? He got it.

-

“What do you want for your birthday?” You take a sip from  your wine, you and Hoseok were spending the afternoon at Jungkook’s place.

“You don’t have to get me anything.” The younger waves his hand shyly, “I just want us to celebrate it together, we could go party somewhere.”

“But we have to get you an actual gift.” Hoseok is way too focused onto the gaming console that Jungkook has. “We’re going to get you something anyway, you would make it a little easier if you actually said what you want.”

“Do you want handmade coupons like last year?” You giggle.

You two came up with this stupid idea, when you had no idea what to get him for his birthday, he asked you to do his dishes or cook him something or even do his laundry, so you handmade coupons that he could use whenever he wants throughout the year that had several chores written on them.

“This year I’m turning 27, I want 27 different coupons.” He asks and you rolls your  eyes. “Absolutely not, you’re only getting ten.”

Hoseok finally puts down the gaming console and crosses his legs. “We’ll party tomorrow in the club, and we can have dinner on Saturday.”

“You have a birthday weekend you brat, when it was my birthday all I got from you was a pack of condoms that I still have till this day and a happy meal.” You hit his shoulder, he rubs it and pouts. “You said you liked it.”

“Yeah, I lied.”

“I’ll tell everyone on the group chat.” Hoseok grabs out his phone, Jungkook turns towards you and asks. “Can Namjoon come?”

Right when you’re about to open your mouth, Hoseok  answers. “No.”

You were going to give Jungkook the same answer, but Hoseok didn’t want Namjoon to come just because he can’t be seen in public with someone when he’s going through a divorce.

“Why?” Jungkook’s doe eyes stare at you two in confusion as Hoseok explains  to him why he can’t come. “It’s going to be alright.” Jungkook’s arm wraps around you.

“I wonder if Seokjin can come too, how is he feeling?” Hoseok changes the topic and Jungkook looks at him in confusion again. “What happened?”

“He was tested positive for covid.” You nod your head. “But he’s fine now.”

They  still don’t know what you saw a week ago, and of course they can’t know.

The next day you finally get to the club, strobe lights on and off around the place, the speakers bursting out loud music that you feel pounding inside your eardrums, it’s the end of the summer so it was really crowded, the bar stools completely full and you could barely walk inside.

You roll your eyes when you see Jungkook in a party hat on his face and a pair of shades and a birthday whistle in between his lips. “There’s the birthday boy.” You wrap your arms around him and kiss him on the cheek, he hugs you back and lifts you up. “You look incredible.”

He’s right, you were in a short green velvety dress that had spaghetti straps and a slit down the thigh. You matched it with a pair of high heels. “I know, so do you.”

Jimin hugs you right after and pulls you the chair next to him to be seated right between him and Seokjin. You spend the first few minutes catching up even when you barely can hear each other from the loud music.

“Did you tell Hoseok about what happened in the ER?” Seokjin asks, Hoseok’s head snaps fast towards you two and leans in. “What happened?”

“Namjoon’s wife came in for a medical report.”

“And did you give it to them?”

“I have a copy of it on my phone if you want to.” You take your phone out from your purse before turning to Seokjin. “But I already told Hoseok that I don’t want to be involved in this case anymore.”

“What do you mean?” Seokjin asks, while Hoseok grabs your phone from your hand to read the report. “It’s his divorce and his private life, It’s really consuming my mental wellness to just think about it.”

He understandably nods. “You’re right, that’s what I wanted to tell you from the very beginning.”

“You did a great job.” Hoseok gives you your phone back. “Did they read it?”

“Of course not, I had to lie and tell them that the court only takes closed reports.” A proud smile sits on Hoseok’s face. “Typical Y/N behavior.”

“Shut up.” You elbow him before getting up and dragging him and Seokjin to the dance floor with your drinks in your hands.

Time passed by so quick that night, you were having so much fun, and a bunch of drinks later, you and your friends are still on the dance floor and you feel yourself starting to shut down, you tap their shoulders and shout for them to hear. “I need to sit.” And they carelessly nod, you make your way to one of the bar stools and ask the bartender for a bottle of a water before looking back at the dance floor, giggling at your friends who were dancing all over Jungkook.

“Hey.” You hear a deep sound coming from behind you and you turn your head, a tall charming man leaning onto the bar with a drink in his hand, his dark hair up in a man bun and a grin sits on his plump red lips. “I’m Jaewook.”

Your eyes drift down to his hands as if your whole experience with Namjoon taught you a lesson the hard way. Your eyes are abruptly searching through his fingers for a ring which makes him follow your eye sight, you finally ask. “Are you married?”

“Excuse me?”

You don’t even blink nor repeat your question, you suddenly grow shameless and you’re not going to elaborate or take your question back, your eyebrow rises up as you maintain eye contact with him before he stutters. “N-no? I’m not.”

“I’m Y/N.” You reach your hand out to shake his, he shakes back your hand and takes a sip from his drink. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“No thanks, I’m done for tonight.” You cross your legs, you feel his eyes pierce through your entire body, his eyes are examining you head to toe, settling a little on your ass that’s sat on the stool.

You can’t not admit the man was attractive, and at this time and with your state of mind, you won’t mind flirting with him or even being flirted with, so you turn your face towards him and lean your elbow onto the bar. “Do you usually buy every girl you see a drink?”

He takes a step closer, his shoulder pressed against yours and leans closer towards your ear so you can hear him well. “Only pretty ones like you.”

You don’t know if it’s the alcohol or the fact that the last time you had sex was weeks ago, but your body is reacting upon his touch and you shiver at his breath against your ear shell.

“Are you here with someone?”

“Just my friends.” You shrug, he nods and leans in again to ask. “So no boyfriend huh?”

It takes you a second to answer, a dry lump sits in your throat and you force yourself to swallow it and shake your head. “Nope, not at all.”

His lips twitch into a tiny grin before he brushes his fingers against your shoulder, “You wanna go dance?”

You lower your head to stare at his fingers before looking up into his eyes before you smirk. “Sure.”

He puts his drink down and offers you his hand, you take it and head to the dance floor with him, his hands sit onto your hips and yours are wrapped around his neck, both your bodies swaying together.

Biology works and as a man it’s a quite normal reaction for him to feel a little aroused that a pretty girl like you is alone and drunk, you agreed to dance with him, maybe you would agree going home with him?

His face sits in the crook of your neck and he prints the wettest most softest kiss ever almost as if he’s testing waters to see if you’d be okay with more than just dancing or not.

But your drunk and hazy mind can’t comprehend anything, you giggle and lean your head back. “Namjoon stop.”

Standing in front of you, the tall handsome man’s name is long forgotten and you realize you’re fucked when the name that escapes your lips is his name.

It hits you and it hits you harder than ever, that you’re actually pretty angry at him, and you’re even more upset at the fact that he didn’t try to call you nor contact you in any way.

You press hard onto your teeth and just wish that you actually helped his soon to be ex spouse with the fake medical report, Namjoon doesn’t deserve shit.

“Namjoon?”

You totally forgot the man standing in front of you.

Your nausea is creeping onto you and you pull back with your hand hovering over your stomach. “I’m sorry, I need to go.”

You brush your shoulder against his as you walk past him to make your way towards your table, Seokjin is already sitting there drinking water. “Are you okay?”

You’re swallowing repeatedly trying to hold back from throwing up, you remember the last time this happened and it scarred you a little. But still you nod your head. “Yeah, I’m alright.”

The rest of the guys get seated and they bring out a bottle of champagne to pop and finally celebrate Jungkook’s birthday.

Yoongi lifts his glass up and starts making a toast but you’re not listening.

Your mind is somewhere else and you can’t really ignore the fact that you’re very bitter at Namjoon, he never even tried to apologize, the only thing this could mean is that you really mean nothing to him.

You scoff a little on the inside, once a cheater always a cheater, right?

He cheated on his own wife, the mother of his child with you, he could so easily go hook up with someone else and give them the same story and he won’t even be half sorry.

You take your phone out and hide it under the table before you send him a text.

“???”

Less than a minute after he reads the message before replying.

“You wanna talk?”

“To Jungkook!” Yoongi speaks and that’s the only thing you hear before clinking your glasses together. “To Jungkook.”

You take a sip from your champagne and get up onto your feet. “I need to use the bathroom, I’ll be right back.”

You make your way outside the club and unlock your phone to call Namjoon, two rings after he answers. “Hello?”

“Listen Namjoon, if you think I texted you just because I wanted to talk things through then you’re wrong, you have to know that I deserve—“

Of course your slurred speech makes it hard for him to understand and he could so easily tell that you’re drink, since the music behind you is loud enough too, he knows you’re out. “Y/N? Are you drunk?”

You squint your eyes and your hand sits on your hip before you bite at him. “This doesn’t concern you.”

“Of course it does.” He even has the audacity to argue with the coldest tone ever. “Where are you?”

“You don’t have to know.” You feel yourself barely able to stand up, the alcohol now affecting you harder than before. “You know what, I’ll see you later.”

This jerk even hangs up, your jaw falls as you stare onto your phone screen in denial, you’re fuming on the inside and you wish you could just reach your fist through the phone and punch him to ease the fire building inside you.

-

“Are you sure you can make it upstairs on your own?” Seokjin asks when he drops you in front of your building, you’re about to open your mouth for an answer but Seokjin looks behind you and smiles. “I know you’re in safe hands now, how are you?”

“I’m doing good, how are you?”

Of course it’s Namjoon, you roll your eyes and don’t even turn towards him, his hand sits on your lower back as he handshakes Seokjin. “I heard you tested positive, how are you feeling now?”

The two spend a couple minutes catching up together, of course none of your friends know about what happened with him, you didn’t want to tell them just to avoid the embarrassment, and at this exact moment when they catch up and chat specifically, you’re really glad you didn’t tell them.

“Drive safe.” You force a smile to Seokjin before he finally gets into his car and drives away, you make your way inside the building totally ignoring the fact that Namjoon is shadowing you, his hands fighting the urge to touch you, and his entire body is on standby worried that you may stumble or fall or anything.

You click the button of the elevator and cross your arms, awkward silence and tension building between the two of you , your eyelids and tongue feel heavy and you’re having a headache so of course you’re not going to argue with him.

Just treat him as if he doesn’t exist, you think.

He’s completely sober though and he’s sinking in his own pond of thoughts, wondering where to start from? How to explain himself? How should he even apologize? He knows he looks like utter trash to you now and he’s not in a good place in front of you, but he’s innocent.

The elevator door closes on the two of you and you cross your arms as you’re standing in the middle of the elevator, your eyes focused on the numbers of floors increasing every 5 seconds.

Your apartment is in the 16th floor so you know your trip is going to take some time.

He leans against the elevator walls, his eyes locked onto you from behind, his palms and back are getting sweaty even when it wasn’t a hot night, he’s nervous and he doesn’t recall the last time his fight or flight worked this hard.

The elevator rings when it stops on the desired floor and you walk out of it, your heels being the only sound heard through the aisle, you reach to your door to click onto the password and unlock it, you walk inside and he follows you in.

You lift one leg up to try and take off your heels before you stumble and lose your gait, him being on standby benefits you when he supports you with his own body, his hands sitting onto your forearms. “You’re okay, let me help you.”

You want to push him back so bad but you really can’t spare the effort to take off your heals, and if you were alone you would’ve probably slept in them. He gets down on one knee and helps you with the pair, of course you don’t bother thanking him or anything, you just make your way inside to your bedroom and put your phone and purse down.

“Namjoon—“ You start before he presses his lips against yours for one single kiss, he leans his forehead against yours with his hands hovering over your hips. “Y/N, you’re tired and drunk, please let me take care of you, and we’ll talk in the morning, okay?”

You have so many things to say but you physically can’t, your eyelids are shutting down and you feel yourself near falling asleep, you don’t remember when was the last time you were this drunk, tonight you went way overboard.

He stands behind you and his shaky hands unzip your dress before he pulls you into the bathroom, he slides your dress off of you and assists you to get in the shower, he helps you shampoo your hair and bathes you before wrapping your bathrobe around your body, his top a little wet from the water splashing onto him.

You  sit on the covered toilet before he hands you your toothbrush, you groan because you barely have the power to be seated, and he wants you to brush your teeth?

He grabs the hair dryer and dries your hair before helping you rinse your teeth and go to bed. “There you go.” He lifts the blanket for you to lay down and you do right after taking off your bathrobe, he tucks you in bed and turns off the lights, before walking to the other side and laying beside you.

-

The next morning you wake up surprisingly without a headache, you had your fair share the night before and you went to the bathroom a few times during the night, so the alcohol is probably out of your system.

You feel cold so you cuddle onto the blanket and look at the air conditioning remote to see it turned off, the weather is getting colder indeed, but you look under the blanket to find out that you’re completely naked. Your eyes almost fall from their sockets, did you come home with anyone last night?

You look over at the empty space behind you, it seems like someone slept next to you but you don’t remember who it was, were you really that drunk?

You hear your coffee machine buzzing from the kitchen which makes you flinch in bed, someone is actually with you and you’re starting to get a little scared, especially when the footsteps are getting closer to your bedroom.

You’re a little relieved but a little angry when you realize it’s Namjoon holding your favorite mug filled with coffee and walking into your bedroom. “Good morning.” His stupid dimple again, ugh.

“Yeah.” Your hand moves to your head to scratch it before you rub your eyes, and suddenly you remember everything that happened last night, well practically nothing happened, but you still remember some bits here and there. “Good morning.” You clear your throat as you sit up, holding the blanket closer to your chest, he hands you the cup of coffee and a couple pills of pain killer. “Thank you.”

You don’t need the painkillers so you put them onto the night stand and take a few sips from the coffee in order for your brain to start functioning. “How are you feeling?”

“Why are you here?” You ask calmly, your eyes not bothering to look up at him. He laughs quietly before sitting onto the edge of the bed and answers. “I know you’re mad and upset, but believe me, what you saw wasn’t true.”

“Oh so was I seeing things?” You take another sip from your coffee. “Or was I hallucinating that you were with someone else right by your door with only a towel on?”

“Y/N—“

“You know what.” You put your mug down before holding your hands together. “I’m so glad this happened, and the more I think about it, it’s fine, I just didn’t know that we were allowed to hook up with other people, it’s a good thing I found out so I don’t have to be careful, that’s all.”

The thought itself disturbs Namjoon, not the fact that you don’t believe him, but at the fact that you were implying that you can hook up with other people, he’s a little irritated at the thought of you being touched or kissed by someone other than him.

“After all, it really was just a hookup.” You shrug, he shakes his head in denial before he process a couple words out of his mouth. “It wasn’t true, I have no idea how to prove it to you but it is not true.”

You nod your head totally not convinced before grabbing your mug again and taking a few sips from it. “Can you get me something to wear?”

He rises up on his feet and opens your closet to grab you out a pair of shorts and a top. “You’re being unfair to me.”

“Okay.” You keep drinking your coffee, totally unbothered by his excuses, and it seems like he’s getting angrier by the second before he turns to you. “If I wanted to be with someone else I would’ve told you.”

“Sure.”

“And you think I would’ve messed with someone else right by the door? Where everyone can see me?” He shuts the closet, your clothes still sitting in his hand. “Nope.” You’re slowly driving him out of his mind, and it shocks you the amount of self control this man has. Even when your behavior was irritating him, he still contained himself.

“You won’t even listen when I tried to explain myself, and that was totally unfair.” He walks closer, you reach your hand out to grab your clothes, but he argues again. “I will prove it, I actually thought you trusted me, I thought we had something.”

You rub your eyes in frustration when he won’t actually hand you the clothes, “You know what, let’s just imagine if the whole thing happened with me, what would you do?”

He crosses his arms before answering. “I would actually listen before assuming anything, especially when I know that you have people around you trying to set you up like people are doing to me.”

He’s partially right, it could be someone trying to set him up and screw up his divorce.

You’re an inch away from being actually convinced, before you remember that the man once pretended to be single and never mentioned his marriage, and again you’re back to point zero.

You forgive him for doing it but you can’t forget it at all, of course you’re not going to bring it up because you agreed to hook up with him even after you knew he was involved in a relationship.

“You don’t have to prove anything to me.” You shrug your shoulders, “You can do anything you want to, you’re a free man and I can’t be in the way.”

He sighs and sits down on the edge of the bed and he whispers. “I want to be with you.”

You look into his eyes and you see regret and disappointment all over his face, similar to the time you saw him in Ilsan right after you found out about his marriage. “I don’t think I’m worthy, but I’m selfish enough to actually want you. I lied to you once and I can’t forgive myself, you were there for me every day for the past few months and it makes me feel guilty for doing you wrong so bad.”

You don’t let your emotions control you, your brain is much of a hard worker than your heart is, so you shrug again and look down. “I don’t know Namjoon, you have to give me some time, and we have to know where your divorce is going, so many things happened and I don’t think you know.”

His face changes and his eyebrows form a knot between them, “What happened?”

Cockpit 10 | knj

Pair: Namjoon x reader

Summary: Namjoon goes through a rough time while getting a divorce, meeting you at the club two weeks in a row when attraction becomes unreal.

Rating: +18 mature content, Smut, divorce, fatherhood, unprotected sex.

taglist: @wecanpretendit | @whoisbts | @yoonjinsrkive | @my-current-mood-is | @joonzseoulmate | @parkinglot-nights | @missbangtangirl | @m00njinnie | @mantaecrolss | @busanbby-jjk | @bangtanxmegan | @nochelunaxx

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“Come on in.” Namjoon opened the door for Hoseok when he showed up with a stack of papers in his hands to your place. “Y/N is changing, she’ll be out in no time.”

Hoseok makes himself home before he heads to the mini fridge and grabs out a bottle of water. “Take a seat, I’m a little surprised you just found out that I was your lawyer.”

Namjoon laughs awkwardly and scratches the back of his head. “My previous lawyer called you mister Jung, I had no idea you were Jung Hoseok, Y/N always called you Hobi, which led to me actually.. calling you.. Hobi too.”

Hoseok laughs and takes a seat in front of the TV before putting the file down. “It’s alright, I’m glad I’m able to help you, and I guess I’m partially helping Y/N too.”

“Helping me with what?” You walk towards your living room while rolling up the sleeves of your hoodie, you walk towards Hoseok and lean down to hug him and kiss him on the cheek. “With the divorce.”

“I really didn’t want Y/N to be a part of it or get involved in the smallest thing ever, I don’t know how to thank you two, really.” Namjoon smiles.

“She actually didn’t want to be a part of it voluntarily, she was kind of… forced.” Hoseok starts. You and Namjoon sit next to Hoseok on each side as he finally opens the stack of papers clipped into the file.

Reports, marriage contract, birth certificates, pictures, bank account balances, you can’t help but peak through and find Namjoon’s name and check out the balance, aircraft pilots seem to be making a lot of money.

You’re a little shocked that going through a divorce requires all these documents, you look at Hoseok who despite this is his day off, he chose to come over and speak everything through with Namjoon, it’s the last day of August and September is starting tomorrow, meaning that his hearing is going to be in two weeks. He needs to be prepared.

“What do you mean?” Namjoon asks you. “Did someone reach out to you?”

“Yes.” Hoseok answers for you, “Your in laws are claiming that their daughter is a victim of abuse, and they asked Y/N for a fake medical report.”

Namjoon’s facial expressions show the denial he’s in, he shakes his head left and right. “I don’t remember the last time I touched her. I can’t stand the woman.”

“She came over with her father and I had to give them a report.” You shrug and Hoseok continues. “Don’t worry Joon, Y/N would never fake a medical report, let alone faking it to hurt you, of course she wouldn’t.”

A sigh of relief escapes his nose before he looks you in the eyes. “I never touched her like that, I promise. I don’t know if she told you anything but I swear I never did.”

Your heart melts at the man, you reach your hand from behind Hoseok and rub Namjoon’s shoulder. “I know you wouldn’t.”

“Hobi, something happened and I think you should know about it.” Namjoon starts and you kind of wished he never mentioned it to Hoseok, but the man has to know. “A little over a week ago. A package was delivered to my place by a woman, this woman tried touching me and said weird things to me.”

Hoseok straightens his back as he seems alarmed. “And?”

“I don’t know, I was supposed to get the mail at a certain time but I got it earlier.” Namjoon shrugs. “I don’t know who she is and why she did that.”

“Do you have the package number?” Hoseok asks and Namjoon shakes his head. “I have the receipt online.”

“We can call Yoongi and he can help us get the package number even when it’s out of date or already delivered.” Hoseok takes his phone out. Of course Yoongi can help you, he’s been so dedicated and good at his banking job since he got promoted to manage the branch he currently works at, he can help you with anything. Hoseok calls Yoongi and puts him on speaker, as Yoongi guides him on how to get the package number from the online bank account. “Thank you hyung.”

“Say hi to Y/N. Bye.” Yoongi hangs up, Hoseok and Namjoon spend a couple minutes trying to find the package number before they finally track it to realize.

The mail was delivered the day before Namjoon got it to his house.

Meaning that someone received the mail, and gave it to someone else to deliver it to try and lure Namjoon into something and catch it on the CCTV.

You immediately feel guilty for not listening to Namjoon since the very beginning, and you realize that if he wanted to cheat on his wife, he would’ve cheated long time ago with someone else. This exact thing finally proves that the man has been honest with you the whole time. What you saw was in fact not true.

You look up from the phone at Namjoon’s eyes and he looks back, it kills you that he smiles at you even when you never believed him, he’s extremely glad that he’s finally proved to be right.

“Can you excuse us for a second Hobi?” You get up on your feet, Hoseok is a little confused before he looks at you two and nods. “Sure, take your time.”

“Namjoon?” He gets up and follows you to the kitchen, you lean against the counter and clear your throat. “I apologize.”

He doesn’t cut you off or anything, he deserves an apology. “I should’ve listened, I’m truly sorry. I only behaved that way because I thought you and I could actually have something, I don’t know what got over me.”

He takes a couple steps towards you and rubs your shoulder, printing the softest kiss to your forehead and pulling you closer into a hug.

You knew the man was emotionally mature since the very beginning, other men would’ve gas lit you into still feeling guilty and would’ve made the problem worse, but Namjoon had a big heart and he was mature enough to go through this entire problem and even his entire divorce like a grown sane man

Well except for the part where he cheated on his wife, but to be fair it was going to happen sooner or later whether you showed up or not.

“I accept your apology.” He rubs your back and squeezes you in tighter. “I would never do anything to hurt you on purpose.”

“Thank you.” You pull back from the hug and look up at him, he presses his lips against yours softly and tucks your hair behind your ear. “I’m sorry too for getting you involved in this, I never wanted it to happen but apparently they found their way to you.”

“Actually… I think they suspect something.”

“What do you mean?” He pulls back.

“The night they showed up, Seokjin was laying in the bed next to hers, and he kind of overheard them talking.” You shrug one shoulder. “One of her relatives saw us at the wine cellar and—“

“I knew it.” He shakes his head. “The guy who flashed his phone was actually trying to take a picture.”

You suddenly recall that exact moment before you try to deny it. “Maybe he really wanted to take a picture of the cellar.”

“I don’t know, maybe he was, but I’m sure he was trying to take a picture or something.” Namjoon bites anxiously on his nails.

“That’s not the only reason she suspects something.” You hold his hand down to stop him, he’s on the verge of an anxiety attack. “Apparently you and I smelled very similar.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I had the same perfume on the night she came over for the report, and she smelled it on your clothes the day after or something, I don’t know.” You explain as you hold onto his hand tighter. “Don’t worry, we figured something out regarding that incident. Seokjin and I.”

He throws his head back and sighs in frustration. “I’m really sorry.”

“I’m pretty sure you know it already, but I’m totally on your side.” You smile and cup his cheek before you speak again trying to make him relax and shrug it off. “Although I judged your taste in women a little when I saw her again.” You scrunch your nose, a laugh barely escapes his lips as he leans his forehead against yours. “But I’m working on it, trying to make it better.”

You giggle and grab onto his hand, pulling him back into the living room, Hoseok informed Namjoon everything he needed to know, and told him about how they tried to bribe him.

Everything seemed so clear to Namjoon now, he’s more determined to get the divorce than ever, and if they wanted to play dirty, then he’s going to play dirtier.

“What’s the hearing like?” You’re curious to find out if it was actually like the movies or not. “I saw a pilot in real life, I kinda wanna see a court in real life.”

“Actually there’s not going to be a court. A hearing usually consists of just both lawyers and the couple getting the divorce.” Hoseok explains. “She’s going to lay out her conditions and so are you, and if anyone disagrees or in your case, brings up reports of abuse or tapes of having a third party, you’ll be transferred to court for trial.”

“Joonie do you have any conditions?” You curiously ask Namjoon before he shakes his head immediately. “I just want her out of my life.”

“Some people want the easy way out like you do.” Hoseok looks at him. “This makes her benefit out of it, she could easily ask for things that you may not be able to provide. So I suggest you think this through, we still have some time.”

“How far can I go?”

You and Hoseok snap your heads towards the man who’s clenching on his fists, “I want her to regret everything she’s doing.”

-

The hearing is only a couple days later and time has passed by so quick. The first week of September was really wet in Seoul but still hot, at this point you’d wear your sweatshirt at night and a pair of shorts during the day time, everyone was confused by this weather, typical Seoul climate.

That night you went to sleep in a sweatshirt but you were sweating the entire night, still not cold enough for a heavy clothing item like this. You don’t bother getting up to change when it’s past midnight even when you can literally feel your sweat down your neck and back, you were in deep sleep, so you just kick off your blanket and cuddle into your bed.

“Shit, please don’t stop.” Your legs are spread against your chest, Namjoon is pounding deep inside you while throwing his head back, sweat is dripping down his chest and stomach, and his long hair is bouncing off of his face with each thrust.

“Come on baby, show her how good I can fuck you.” His lazy eyes meets yours before an evil grin sits on his face while he bites his bottom lip.

Show her? Show who?

Pleasure radiates all over your glistening bodies and you feel yourself near your edge, it’s so overwhelming that you feel your heartbeat through your back, you throw your head back over the edge of the bed and your eyes roll to the back of your head, you struggle to fill your lungs back with air and your vision is back for a quick second.

Holy fuck she’s right here.

And she’s watching you two with a face that you’re not able to describe, is it disappointment? Is it jealousy?

This isn’t your bedroom, you look around, you haven’t been here before this place is new to you.

Namjoon interrupts your train of thoughts as he leans over to lick all the way from your collarbone to your jaw and prints a loud kiss before looking up at her with the same evil look on his face. “Tell her how good this feels, show her what she’s missing on.”

“N-namjoon please.” You gasp, feeling the angle change as he pulls your hips closer to meet his, he presses his thumb over your clit and he proceeds to rub in circular motion, you hold onto his other hand that’s leaning behind your head and bite onto his wrist. “I’m close.”

“Cum for me baby, cum for me.”

“I can’t.” You whisper and look him in the eyes, he looks back at you, this time he’s frowning, he proper grabs your face in his hand and turns it towards her, “Look at her when I make you cum.”

Your gaze meets hers, and it hurts, it physically hurts.

She’s right there watching you high key stealing her man and right on her bed. Is this what you really are?

Of course in a snap of a finger you’re no longer close, the pleasure has been completely robbed out of you and it completely washed away. You regret everything going on when you see the pain in her eyes, she looks lonely and hurt and empty, but most importantly

Betrayed.

You look back at Namjoon to see him, your eyes speak so loud when you frown back at him but he’s completely heartless when he forces you to look back at her. “Come on baby, cum for me and let her know how good it feels to be fucked like that.”

Of course dreams don’t make sense, you open your eyes and it’s the morning already, what kind of a twisted dream was that?

Dream? No this is a nightmare.

Vivid dreams were hunting you the entire night, hell even the entire week. You’re not the one getting the divorce but it’s pressuring you mentally more than you would’ve thought.

You feel yourself shivering even when it’s still hot outside. Even when what you saw earlier wasn’t true, but still you feel exposed. You feel like she really did see you two in bed.

You gaze at your ceiling when you think that she probably knows everything already, you don’t know the way she thinks and you don’t know what she has to prove. But you’re positive she knows that her husband already met someone else, women know everything.

You’re stressing about this way too much, you try and regulate your breathing pattern but it takes you some time. You flinch in your bed when you hear your door pass code being clicked. Only Hoseok knows the pass code and this is usually the time he takes his break.

The door finally opens and you hear him talking and laughing with someone, you sit up and start scratching your head trying to loosen your hair that’s been sticking to your scalp. “Hobi?” Your sleepy voice guides him to your bedroom. “Y/N? You’re still in bed?”

“Yeah, I just woke up.” You look up at him entering your bedroom followed by Jungkook who’s in his track suit. “What brings you two here?”

“I got us breakfast and I saw these two near the gym.” Hoseok plops down on your bed and you immediately try to kick him off. “Not with your working clothes on that’s disgusting.”

“Do you still have my gray pants?” He gets up and starts unbuttoning his top. You lazily nod and lay back into your bed. “Yeah, if you don’t find them just take Namjoon’s.”

“Of course he’s not borrowing any of my pants.” Namjoon walks into your bedroom with a bottle of water in his hands, which explains the voices you heard earlier, he’s in his gym attire which reminds you that him and Jungkook now go on gym dates. “They’re too long for you.” He walks to your side of the bed and pecks your cheek. “Good morning.”

“Fuck you Joon, I know you’re tall you don’t need to brag about it.” Hoseok flips him off.

“Good morning.” You ruffle his hair and hug the blanket closer to your chest, the three of them get into an argument which you surprisingly fall asleep to. You needed the not so white noise.

“You got a divorce because of her?” With her arms crossed she looks at you, eyeing you from head to toe with a cringe on her face. “Do you really think she’s worth it?”

“Of course not.” Namjoon speaks when he shows up from behind you to stand next to her. “She was just an excuse for me to get the divorce, I don’t need her anymore.”

You open your mouth to speak but your voice isn’t coming out for some reason, you start to panic, trying hard to scream just so they can hear you. He continues. “I used her, that’s all. And she was an incredible waste of time—“

“Y/N?”

You’re fuming and your tears are already streaming down your face, you try and move forward but you can’t, you feel yourself pinned to the floor and physically incapable of moving.

“She wasn’t even worth it.” She scoffs. “I don’t think she was worth wasting your time with her.”

“It was only you since the beginning.” He pulls her even closer, this doesn’t make sense. Aren’t they divorced?

“Y/N?” Namjoon nudges your shoulder and you finally open your eyes, he’s laying beside you and looking at you worriedly. “Are you okay?”

It takes you a second to clear your throat and rub your eyes, you even look around you trying to locate her. Your dreams seem so true that it’s starting to frighten you, twice in one day?

“Were you having a nightmare?” He asks, running his fingers through your hair. “Yeah.” You sit up and rub your eyes. You still can’t look at him in the eyes, as if you’re worried that you’d see the same mean look on his face.

“It’s alright.” He rubs your back and presses a soft kiss to your shoulder. “Hobi and Jungkook had breakfast and took off, there are a couple croissants left for you do you want me to reheat them?”

You look at your full body mirror to see his reflection, a little relieved that it was just a nightmare, you nod with your eyes closed and yawn. “Yes please, I just need to shower.”

Namjoon gladly gets up on his feet and heads to the kitchen while you take your shower. He’s been wanting to ask you something for the past couple of days but he’s a little hesitant. And of course he can’t ask you over the phone. This needs to be done in person.

And since the hearing is only a couple days away, today is the right time.

He puts the croissants into the microwave and washes your favorite mug that you used last night and makes you some coffee.

He’s a little nervous, the thing he wants to ask you is a little sensitive, and he’s anxious wondering how you may react, or if you’d even say yes or no.

He wants to think about this further more before actually asking you, but luckily today you got off of the shower really quick.

“Did you get breakfast?” You ask as you walk into the kitchen, the smell wafting is already making you drool. “Yeah, we passed by this bakery that opened a couple blocks away and decided to give it a try.”

“It smells good.” You pull back a chair and take a seat, he puts your plate in front of you and hands you your coffee. You need to take a few sips first to be able to function better.

“Did you sleep well?” He pulls the chair in front of you to take a seat and you nod. “Yeah, other than the nightmares.”

He laughs quietly and watches you dig into your food, but in his head contemplating whether he really should ask you or not. Fuck it.

“Does it taste good?” He tugs your wet hair behind your ear and you immediately answer. “Mhm.” With your mouth full.

He clears his throat and finally spits out. “I’ve been wanting to ask you for a favor, if you don’t mind.”

“Sure, what’s up?” Of course you won’t hesitate, you care about the man and you really wouldn’t mind helping him no matter what, regardless how you two feel about each other, but he feels like a close friend now, perhaps even more.

“I want you to come with me to Ilsan.” He looks at his own hands under the table. “It’s just for one night, we’ll fly back here the day after.”

You a sip of your coffee and ask him. “When?” Before taking another bite.

“Tomorrow.” He unsurely answers, his eyes looking up at you to study the way you react to what he’s about to spit out. “But uhm.. Jay’s.. Coming with us.”

Your mouth suddenly feels dry and you can barely swallow the food that you chewed on. You have so many questions you don’t even know where to start.

You grab your mug closer to your lips and take a sip to be able to swallow the bite before asking. “Why?”

Namjoon can clearly tell that you’re not really accepting the whole idea and he’s about to take it back, but he needs to explain before he does. “The hearing is happening in Seoul, I need to take him to Ilsan to stay at my parents’.”

“Hey, Joon don’t get me wrong, but I don’t think this is a good idea.” You push your plate away from you, your appetite is long gone. “It’s a little terrifying to be with him, no offense though.”

“None taken, but hey, he’s just a kid you don’t have to worry.” He leans forward onto the table. “I promise he’s the nicest kid you’ll ever meet.”

“I know he’s nice, but who am I to you? Don’t you think he’d ask that?”

He inhales through his nose before nodding his head. “I can’t send him away with his mother, that’s all.”

“And I’m not much better of a choice.” You shrug your shoulders.

“I’m scheduled to fly to Ilsan that day, I figured you’d just accompany him during the flight.” He smiles. “But it’s alright I’ll take a day off and send him there myself.”

You lean your back against the chair and cross your arms. “Now you’re making me feel guilty.”

He laughs and gets up onto his feet before walking towards you and leaning against the table. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you feel that way, you have the right to say no and I totally respect your decision.” Although he means it, you still roll your eyes. “Let me think about it before you take your day off.”

“Thank you.” He leans in closer to press a soft kiss onto your cheek, “Finish your food, I’ll do the dishes before I leave.”

-

It took you so much to think this through, and with the short period of time you have, you had to make a quick decision whether you’d do it for him or not. It’s not like you’d mind doing him any favor, but this was a little too hard for you to accept.

You know his son is still young and may never remember the interaction you two may have, but no matter how much you tried to prepare yourself, you weren’t half ready.

Your job forced you to try and be good with kids, but even if you tried your best they still don’t like you first, funny enough you don’t like them too, they probably sense that from the beginning that’s why they don’t like you back.

You wanted to give Namjoon a hand so you decided on saying yes and packing your carry on to take with you. Your stomach was tingling and you barely got any sleep the night before, you threw on one of your caps to cover your tired bare face and made yourself some coffee before Namjoon gets to your place.

You’re seconds away from meeting the little one and you waking up grumpy didn’t help at all, so you made the effort to buy him a bag full of snacks for you two to have on board and a stuffed pilot teddy bear. He may not like you but he sure will love the excessive amount of candies you bought him, and you secretly bought the candies and the toy to bribe him to like you.

Not long after Namjoon calls you and you immediately answer and let him know that you’ll be right down, before you check your stove and lights and turn everything off, and locking your place to go downstairs.

Your stomach drops when you see the silhouette of his son in his car seat with an iPad in his little hand, it’s about to happen and you have no idea how to make it easier, you laugh at yourself, are you really panicking because of a young kid?

Namjoon gets out of the car when he spots you and walks closer to you to help you with your carry on, giving you a hug that you barely get to reciprocate and a kiss on your cheek. “Jesus Namjoon, not in front of your son.”

He drags your luggage to the trunk of his car and you’re a little terrified to get in the car when he’s not in it, your eyes sneak to the back seat to gaze at the kid, your heart shatters at the fact that he’s going to go through his parents’ divorce when he’s too young.

Your gaze wanders all over his face, he looks a little like his father, he has his eyes, and their noses are a little similar. Namjoon snaps the train of your thoughts when he tells you to get inside. You open the car door and get in. You made sure to keep the gift you got him in your hand so you can give it to him on your way there.

“Aren’t you cold?” You try and divert your attention just to relax a little, Namjoon seems to understand what you’re trying to do, a little grin creeps on his face before he looks in the rear mirror. “Jay aren’t you going to say hi?”

You look at Namjoon when you hear him squeal at the little one. Of course you know he’s a father long time ago, but you never saw him… Fathering.

The little one hums, totally used to be talked to like that by his father, still too occupied with the tablet in his hand, Namjoon speaks again. “Jay?”

“Yeah?” You finally hear his soft voice, you gather the will to turn and look at him. “Hi.” You wave your hand, gosh this is getting too awkward for you.

Your eyes meet and he blinks a couple of times before his hand travels to his mouth, he looks at his father who has his eyes on the road and of course he doesn’t answer you, it’s quite normal for a child his age to have and feel stranger danger.  “What’s your name?”

His face is still alarmed as he studies your features, his eyes turning to his father every now and then, you cross your arms and shrug your shoulder before you tease him. “I got you a little gift, but you have to tell me your name first.”

Namjoon gasps and looks at his son in the rear mirror. “She got you a gift, do you wanna tell her your name?”

The little one mumbles his name, rubbing his eyes and looking at you through his fingers, “I love your name, mine is Y/N.” You reach out your hand to shake his, he puts his hand out slowly to shake yours and you force out a shaky laugh, you’re still nervous. “Do you want to have your gift now?”

He nods and you take out the little teddy to show it to him, Namjoon sneaks a look at the teddy and finds it adorable when you move its arms. “Doesn’t this teddy look like daddy?”

Jay laughs which overwhelms you and you feel your chest full, you relax a little and laugh with him while nodding your head. “It does, right?” You ask.

“Are you calling me daddy?” Namjoon whispers with a smirk on his face, you roll your eyes and hit his arm playfully. “That’s gross.”

“Can I have it please?” Jay asks, reaching his hand to grab the teddy and you gladly hand it to him, “What do you say?” Namjoon asks his son and Jay mumbles. “Thank you.”

“I also got us a bag of snacks and lots of candies for us to have when we’re in the sky.” You show him the bag. “Only you and I, we’re not giving daddy any of them.”

“No, I’ll give daddy my candies.” Namjoon would squeeze Jay into his arms and kiss his face endlessly if he wasn’t driving.

You face forward and anxiety creeps back on you, things went great a second ago because Namjoon is sitting with you two, but once you fly you’re going to be alone with the kid and that’s what’s frightening you right now.

Your face sits in your palm and you feel your heart racing. Gosh what if he throws a tantrum? What if he needs to pee? Oh no, you’re panicking.

Your behavior became too familiar to Namjoon and he knows exactly what’s going on through your head, he doesn’t even need to ask, he leans his elbow on the center console between you too and leans a little closer to whisper. “Don’t over think anything, it’ll be okay I promise.”

You can’t even force a smile out when you look at him, you just nod your head unsurely and look back on the road.

You regret saying yes to the whole thing when you look at the time on your wrist, it’s still early in the afternoon, you could be working out now or planning your day with your friends or simply just plopping down on your couch until your ass prints on it.

-

Not too long after you get to the airport, it takes you a couple seconds to pick up the courage and walk next to Namjoon who’s holding his son’s hand and walking towards the check in counter, the workers seem to be familiar with Namjoon and some are even his friends, so they check you two in within a few seconds.

The three of you head to sit in one of the coffee shops near your gate and get yourselves coffee. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t know if I am.” You hug your own stomach. “What if he needs something that I can’t help him with? What if he needs the bathroom?”

He simply shrugs. “He can go to the bathroom on his own.”

“What if he cries?”

“Why would he cry?” He blinks twice, “He has everything he needs, his tablet and snacks and toys. He’ll be okay.”

“I rarely travel with anyone, let alone travel with a kid.” You sip your coffee and turn your head to look at the young boy who’s in the play area with another kid.

“It’s fine, the flight is less than an hour, we’ll be there before you know it.” He rests his elbows down on the table and leans in closer to you. “I’m worried over you more than I’m worried over him.” He laughs.

You playfully hit his arm before crossing your arms. “Don’t get me wrong, I like him and he’s pretty cute, I’m just not used to being close with kids.”

Of course Namjoon was anxious himself, he was genuinely worried that you can’t handle his son or that his son may actually find it hard to be around you, you’re still a stranger to him after all. But Namjoon tries to convince himself, that so far everything seems surprisingly okay.

The thing that’s worrying him the most is what’s worrying you too, he has to leave you two alone during the flight and he doesn’t know how that’s going to go.

Every minute felt like an hour and you finally check in and board the plane, Namjoon was kind enough to put your luggage in the overhead bin, he made sure you two got seated before he leans down and buckles up Jay. “Daddy will be back before you know it, are you going to be okay with Y/N?”

You roll your eyes on the inside, as if there’s another option.

Little Jay looks at you once before blinking back at his father, he looks back at you and bobs his head into a slight faint nod, before rubbing his eyes and looking back at his dad.

Things don’t look okay to you, your chest feels heavy and your heart even skips a beat, you feel your breath quickening and your palms are getting sweatier each second. You wish you could call everything off and get off the plane, but it’s a little too late.

Namjoon looks at you, and again with him being too familiar with your attitude and behavior, he knows what’s going on inside your head and he can easily tell you’re more anxious and nervous than the kid, his hand sits on top of yours, he squeezes it softly before whispering. “I’ll see you in an hour, don’t worry.”  Then said goodbye to his child and went into the cockpit.

You clear your throat repeatedly and look through the window, you feel a pair of eyes piercing through the side of your face, slowly but surely you turn your head and see the little kid’s eyes on you, he’s a little startled at the fact he was caught staring so he turns his face away fast, pretending to be occupied with the teddy in his hand.

It hurts, it physically hurts you.

You gulp and look back through your window and you could swear you can hear your heartbeat in your ears and through your back, you even shift in your sweat to avoid feeling your heartbeat, you feel suffocated by the weird aura and you find it hard to catch a breath, you never saw this coming, you should’ve said no from the beginning to avoid being put in this kind of situation.

Your hand sits over your chest and you purse your lips and release a forced long breath. Jay’s eyes burn through the side of your face again and you snap your head quickly back at him this time. He thinks it’s some type of a joke or he might be enjoying the stress he puts you in, hence that little smile that creeps on his face.

Is that his father’s dimples?

“Do you want a snack?” You barely speak, he shakes his head left and right while looking at the bag of snacks. “Are you daddy’s friend?”

A little startled by the question, but you immediately nod. “Yeah.”

“How did you meet?”

In a club, we flirted back and forth, we slept together without your mother knowing.

“Oh, daddy and I met in the library, him and I grabbed the same book.” What an excellent liar you are. “Do you have any friends?”

“Yes, I have friends in Seoul and I have friends in Ilsan.” He nods. “But I love my friends in Seoul more.”

You’re a little relieved that the conversation is ongoing and it doesn’t feel as awkward as before, you reach for the bag of snacks and take out the little yellow pack of M&Ms and open it, you were a little hesitant to feed him sweets and chocolates because it may backfire on you. But the hell with it, you were craving something sweet.

“You’re lucky you have friends in both cities, I only have friends in Seoul.”

You know kids say the first thing that comes up to their mind, so the little kid suddenly spits out. “Mommy said I shouldn’t go with daddy anywhere, but she let me go to Ilsan with him.”

“Why wouldn’t she let you go with daddy?”

“She doesn’t like daddy and she says he’s a bad person.” He laughs, the kid fucking laughs and you just watch him. It takes you a moment to ask him. “And do you think daddy’s a bad person?”

Clearly Namjoon’s screwed up relationship with his wife reflects on his son, how come a three year old can talk about such things?

“No, he’s fun and I love him.”

The seatbelt sign lights up and you hear Namjoon talk through the speakers, you nudge Jay and whisper. “Listen, that’s daddy’s voice.”

The little one gets excited when he hears his father that he jumps slightly in his seat, you find it adorable but you still feel bad for him.

“Cabin crew please be seated for takeoff.” Namjoon finally speaks and shuts the speaker, you flinch when Jay lifts up the arm rest that’s between you two and sits closer to you. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t like when the plane moves fast.” He whines, he’s even on the verge of crying and you can see tears accumulating in his eyes. You panic and hesitate a little before wrapping an arm around him, his face sits on your chest and you feel your body stiffening. You were never hugged like that.

Never have you ever thought about kids throughout your life, you never even thought how many kids you wanted or what would you name them because they were completely off the table, but Jay’s closeness made you feel weird, it’s a feeling you’ve never experienced before, and to be honest, it’s not bad at all.

You find yourself hugging him closer and this time you’re rubbing his back softly and repeatedly reassuring him that it’s okay.

The plane finally takes off and since the weather was windy outside, the turbulence was awful even you were terrified for a second, but you had to mask it all away for the sake of the child in your arms.

Almost 20 minutes into the flight and you feel your eyelids getting heavier, you didn’t sleep well the night before so you just decide on napping during what’s left of the flight, since Jay is already snoring on your lap.

Namjoon feels a little relieved since he doesn’t hear any children crying in the cabin, he even sent a few flight attendants to your seats and he was informed that you two were sleeping and they didn’t want to disturb.

You and Namjoon still cannot be seen in public, and Ilsan wasn’t that big as well, and his parents live in a small part of the city that everyone is familiar with each other, so you being there and shown in public of course can’t be good to him since her family also lives there.

You two decided it was a better if he drove you to the hotel and then took Jay to his family house, and that’s what he did, his family did insist that he should go inside so they could see their son one last time before the hearing but he did make up an excuse to go back to you.

“Y/N?” You hear his voice when the key card clicks and the door closes seconds after, you walk out of the bathroom with the toothbrush still inside your mouth. “Hmm?”

He takes a couple steps closer to kiss you on the cheek. “How was your flight?”

“It was okay.” You walk back into the bathroom to rinse your mouth and dry your hair, he’s shifting in his spot and leaning against the bathroom door with his arms crossed, you turn towards him and your eyes meet. “I’m truly sorry.”

“What for?” You find his apology unexpected and you don’t recall what would make him apologize. “For the whole Jay thing, and for making you stay at the hotel when I’m supposed to show you around the city.”

You walk towards him and help him loosen his tie before taking it off of him. “I know I was scared first, and he totally scared me when you first left us, but he was cute, although I can’t lie I’m a little thankful that he fell asleep.” You put the tie over your shoulder and walk back towards the bathroom mirror. “And we can consider this a little staycation, we’re alone and away, just like you always wanted.”

 “Alone and away.” He smiles while crossing his arms, you smile back at his reflection when you dry your hair with your towel, he’s standing behind you as his eyes burn through the entire back of your body, even when you were covered with your bathrobe, he could easily draw a picture of you naked in his head and he already is.

His eyes travel through the back of your neck that he’s been wanting to kiss the entire time and bruise it with hickeys, down to your shoulders and back, that he so desperately wants to lick it all the way down to your ass, his body automatically moves closer behind you, you stifle your grin at his reflection and continue drying your hair, totally acting clueless on what he’s doing or trying to do. His hands sit on your hips and he hugs your ass closer towards his clothed boner.

“I miss you.” He buries his face into the crook of your neck and takes a long inhale, filling his lungs with the arousing scent of yours, even when you just came out of the shower smelling like your body lotion, he can still smell your natural body odor when it’s layers away, he’s drugged by it.

His mouth hovers over your pulse and he presses a soft kiss over it to feel your quickening heartbeat over his lips, “You seem so tense baby.”

You giggle and put the towel down. “It’s because I am, my neck feels sore thanks to the nap I took earlier.” You grab your hand cream and rub some onto your hand.

“Let me give you a massage.” He suggests and pulls back, clearly swallowing since he’s salivating just by the idea, you innocently nod your head at his reflection and watch him disappear out of the bathroom, you follow him out to see him standing near the window to close the curtains. “Lay down.”

His face is already glistening with sweat as his body is pumping blood everywhere, including his throbbing dick that’s jailed in his pants that are slowly getting tighter, your stomach drops in excitement when you know what’s about to happen, and honestly you felt like this only when you’re with him. You feel the need to savor every moment with him.

You walk towards the bed and plop into it face down, positioning yourself comfortably in the middle of it and hugging the pillow under your head. His footsteps towards the bed is an experience you’ve never felt before, your face is suddenly flushed red and you feel your heart skipping a beat when nothing even happened yet, your hormones are most certainly making an impact on you, and this is something you’ve never had before.

The mattress sinks under his knee and he throws his other leg to the other side of your body, straddling your covered ass and gently putting his body weight down. This is exactly what he imagined in his heat, only this feels better now that it’s real.

“Are you comfortable?” His voice tone so soft and sweet, yet still deep enough for you to press your thighs against each other. “Mhm.” You answer, nodding into the pillow, his hands run all the way from your wrists up to your shoulders before he collects your hair into his hand and pushes it to the side, following with a single wet kiss onto your ear. He rubs your shoulders and slowly loosens the robe from around them just to expose enough for him to be able to massage you.

His warm hands sit over your shoulders and kneads your skin and muscles softly, making you relax your body and bite onto your lip, a little too shy to make any sound even when you’re enjoying it, he can’t see you biting your own lip but he can feel your breathing pattern change immediately, a smirk slowly creeps on his face as he whispers. “Does it feel good?”

“Yeah.” You didn’t mean for it to sound like that, it sounded way more like a moan than a regular answer. “Clearly you’re enjoying this more than I thought you would.”

You bury your face into the pillow to laugh, reaching your hand behind to playfully hit his big thigh. “Stop it.”

He moves further down to your back and continues kneading your muscles, it feels both so good and so arousing, you can feel his hot fingers through the thick fabric of your robe and they feel so good on your body.

“Mmm.” Escapes your closed lips, you don’t even regret it because you know that he’s enjoying it too, you can’t ignore the hardness that’s pressed against your ass after all.

He crawls down to straddle your lower thighs, his hands now moving to your ass, squeezing onto both your ass cheeks with both his hands, his poor bottom lip sits between his teeth and he can’t but lift your robe up to expose your lovely ass that he’s been dreaming about.

His hands move to your wet cunt to rub your clit with his thumb, your body shudders immediately and fully tenses into his hands, your fist gripping tighter onto the pillow, he spits on his other hand and moves his fingers down to your entrance, rubbing it with two digits and slowly pushing one inside followed by the other one, your jaw slowly drops down when you feel his long fingers rub against your wall, his thumb still rubbing your clit in the same slow pattern.

You can feel the way your walls stretch around his fingers and so can he, the second you move your ass up to grind against his fingers he pulls them out of you to insert them back in again, which makes him smirk and ask, his voice coming out in a whisper. “How does it feel?”

“Good.” You whisper back, your cunt takes him so well when he curls his fingers against your spot which makes you arch your back and gasp, the pressure he’s putting onto your clit increases at the same time and you feel yourself getting close.

“So good.” You add and hug the pillow tighter, he takes his fingers out which makes you nearly about to whine, you feel the bed sinking near your calves and feet when he crawls down, his lips land on the curve of your ass for a soft kiss and he spreads both butt cheeks to bury his face in there, his tongue tracing all the way from your clit to your puckered hole and it drives him feral when your juices sit on his tongue, you taste so sweet to him and he can never get enough of you.

He moves his face left and right to add friction to your clit with his tongue which makes you gasp and lean onto your elbows, turning your head to glance at him, your hand reaches the back of his head and you tug onto his hair while he’s still eating you out like it’s his last day alive.

He pulls back and grabs you by your hips to turn you on your back, his eyes aim on your lips and he immediately devours into them, and you reciprocate right away, your lips melt together in a deep kiss, his tongue slowly invading your mouth as his hand sits on the side of your face and yours sits on his shoulder and you shamelessly move it down to grope his big buff covered chest, your hand working to unbutton the rest of his shirt and pull it off of one shoulder.

He pulls back and looks down at your fingers working to take it off, your eyes land on his plump lips when he licks them once and bite onto his lower one gently when you scratch your nails onto his hot skin, his gaze meets yours and he leans back in to kiss you again, this time moving further down to your neck and chest, licking and sucking small spots to bruise them like he imagined it in his head.

He unties your robe and finally throws it off of you, leaving you entirely naked under him, your hard nipples are the first thing his eyes lands on and without a second thought he dives in, licking your hard nipple once and putting it between his lips, sucking on it with his eyes locked onto yours.

You throw your head back when your face flushes even more, you find it hard to keep the eye contact and for some reason your heart beats faster when you try and lock eyes with him.

He teases your nipple with soft bites, earning a look from you even when you barely can, the look on your face makes him go insane, your eyebrows formed into a frown and your mouth slightly open, your plump glistening lips that he can’t get enough of. He cannot wait to feel them around his angry cock.

He sucks onto your nipple while squeezing your other breast hard, his mouth moving to your under boob to suck on your skin hard enough for it to mark a dark purple color, everything feels good and overwhelming to you, your hands move to his hair to comb it with your fingers, your eyes focused on his mouth that’s moving on your skin.

Moving further down he kisses all the way to your belly button, before spreading your legs apart to press a kiss onto your clit again, you’re embarrassingly wet that you feel the need to close your legs but you can’t with his face in there.

He uses two fingers to spread open your pussy and again devours it like he hadn’t a few minutes ago, this time his tongue pushing further into your entrance which makes your eyelids feel heavy and your chest rise dramatically. “Mmm.”

And he’s more than satisfied to hear you enjoying this which doesn’t stop him, your throbbing bud sits into his mouth as he sucks the life out of you and you feel yourself so close to cumming, your entrance clenching repeatedly at the pleasure and your stomach tightening. “Don’t stop.”

Of course he doesn’t. He holds onto your hips tighter with one arm and reaches his other hand to shove his middle finger inside you, you let out a sharp gasp at the immense amount of pleasure that you missed so much, you sit up on your elbows and start rolling your hips against his face, his eyes are locked onto yours the entire time and he’s enjoying it more than you thought he would, he’s a couple strokes away from cumming it he would touch his dick.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you drop back against the mattress when you feel yourself finally cumming, your legs close around his head which ends up pulling closer to your cunt. “Holy fuck.” You take a few seconds to breathe again as your entire body finally relaxes.

And of course he doesn’t waste the chance to lick you clean, every single drop that sits on his tongue tastes like absolute honey to him, he prints a soft kiss onto your clit and climbs back up to you, kissing you softly on the lips and cupping your cheeks, “Do you want me to keep going?”

And it confuses you for a second, why would he think you want to stop?

“Mhm.” You nod your head, even when you could need a minute, but fuck it you were greedy for him.

He moves down to your neck to kiss it, his hot breath against your skin sends shivers through your entire body, he grabs your hand into his and leads it down to his pants, positioning it right on top of his covered bulge, your hand moves automatically and you rub it through the fabric, creathing small strokes that seem to be not enough for him, he starts thrusting his hips against your hands, his breathing slowly changing with each thrust. “I’m gonna cum.”

You pull your hand back which makes him subtly laugh even when seems fucked, his eyes half open and his tongue loose. He sits up onto his knees and unbuckles his pants to pull it down with his boxers, leaving him naked and sitting between your legs, he leans back in to kiss your neck and whisper. “Grab it again.”

You hesitate a little since you know he’s already close, but he whispers again. “It’s okay.”

And you grab his cock into your hand again, his precum already escaping his angry dick, you so innocently wrap your fingers around his shaft even when they barely close, and stroke the head slowly, making sure to smear the precum to make the pumping easier for both of you.

His jaw drops and he again rolls his hips to fuck your hand, one hand supporting him to not fully land on you and the other grabbing onto your breast, “Fuck your hand feels so good baby.” He hardly speaks between his short breaths, he bites softly onto your neck and hums again, his thrusts moving faster into your hand and he shoots his heavy load onto your hips and stomach. “Ah.. Shit-“

His thrusts halt down slowly as his cock still shoots out the last few ribbons of seed onto your skin, it felt good to make him cum using just your hand but at the same time you were a little disappointed that he’s done.

He grabs your face into his hands and delivers a couple soft pecks onto your lips as he leans his forehead against yours. “Do you want me to keep going now?”

Of course he knew you were a little sore before, so he gave you some time to calm down which led to him cumming, but of course he’s not nearly done yet until he finishes what you two need. “Yes.” You answer.

And he gets up onto his feet to walk towards his carry on, unzipping it and digging through it to grab out a condom, he gets back on the bed and positions himself between your legs and hands you the condom, you rip the foil package with your teeth and take it out, then toss the package carelessly on the floor.

The view was arousing to Namjoon, not only the fact that he’s seconds away to pounding you, but the view of you carefully handling his cock and helping him with the condom could easily make him bust a nut again, his boner won’t go down when he didn’t have enough, he’s still starving for you.

You unroll the condom along his shaft and hug your legs closer to your chest to give him the space, he leans forward to give you one single kiss before he positions the tip to your entrance.

 even when you’re right there in front him doing something truly unholy, he finds you so fucking adorable when you look at his cock in anticipation, your eyes blinking innocently, you were already fucked up, your hair was sticking to your neck as you got sweaty throughout the night.

He bucks his hips forward to insert the tip in which makes you hold your breath at the sudden stretch, your hand presses onto his lower stomach before you grab his cock and pull it out, still keeping it pointed to your entrance. “Slow please.” You whisper as he pushes in slower than before, your folds take him so well and your clenching cunt welcomes him in, even when it’s only the head still it feels magnificent.

You gulp and throw your head back to exhale, “Are you okay?” He tugs your hair behind your ear and runs his thumb on your bottom lip, you nod your head and look back at his cock inside you, fuck it’s only the head and you feel yourself you can barely take it, it’s been so long since you felt him inside you.

He pushes his cock further inside ever so slowly still giving you some time to adjust to his girth, “Rub that pussy for me.” And you move your hand right away to your mouth to lick your fingers and reach for your clit to rub it slowly, you relax a little and he’s able to push inside until he’s balls deep, which makes you cover your mouth with the back of your other hand. “Mmm.”

The constant clenching around his cock is driving him crazy, your walls are getting much tighter around him repeatedly and if you can’t control your muscles to stop it, he can’t promise that he’ll last longer than a couple minutes.

“Fuck.” He whispers and leans his forehead against yours, “That’s it.” He’s pressing hard on his teeth as he finds it hard to control himself and not slam into you hard. He pulls back, leaving the head still inside before pushing back in slowly. “Is that good for you?”

“Mhm.” You hug your legs tighter towards your chest and nod your head to him, signaling him to keep going, he pulls back again to start thrusting his cock ever so slowly but repeatedly inside you, the pressure builds inside your stomach and it feels so good, but it’s not driving you to your edge like you anticipated, you thought it was just a matter of time.

The speed of his thrusts gradually takes up, still careful enough to not hurt you or feel any discomfort, a little do you know, Namjoon himself can’t feel you well with the barrier, but at least you’re enjoying it he thinks.

“Shit.” You gasp when you feel the tip of his cock hitting your spot and rubbing against it with each thrust, he takes it as a sign to go faster and he does, slamming inside you repeatedly, the tightness around his cock feels so good but it’s still missing something.

“Namjoon.” You breathlessly call out his name while pushing your hair off of your face, he looks at you worriedly thinking that you’re hurting so he slows down and looks into your eyes.

“Lose the condom.”

“Wh.. What?”

“Take it, please just take it off.” You run your fingers through your own hair. “I can’t feel anything.”

“Are you sure?” He leans his palm behind you on the mattress and leans forward to kiss your jaw. “Yes please.”

He sits back up and pulls out of you, unrolling the condom off of his shaft and throwing it down on the bed beside you, before he leans back in to hover his lips over your jaw, positioning the tip to your entrance and pushing back in slowly.

Both of you release a sigh of relief, it finally feels as good as it should be. “Fuck.” You feel the tip hit your spot again and your nails dig into his skin, and in a snap of a finger you feel yourself so close to your edge just by the feeling of his bare skin inside you.

Pleasure washes through your entire bodies, you hold your breath when he starts moving inside you with a not so slow pace, his teeth nibbling on your jaw as he whispers. “Good girl, you’re taking it so well.”

You hold onto his hair in one hand and still dig your nails into his skin deeper, slowly scratching your way down his back. The stretch inside you feel insanely good and the constant rubbing against your spot makes the knot inside your stomach so close to snapping.

Your juices were already leaking onto his cock making it glide so easily in and out of you, “Your tight pussy is taking it so well baby girl isn’t it?” He leans his nose against your ear and you can hear every single breath that escapes his lips with each thrusts. “You look so beautiful when you’re being fucked like that.”

His dirty mouth and hot breath against your sensitive ear sends shivers throughout your entire body, your eyelids feel heavy and they even close, you’re seconds away from reaching your end when you hear the sinful sounds resonate through the entire hotel room, his sweaty skin slamming against yours that’s damp, his breaths and little moans and whimpers he lets out as he feels the same immense pleasure that you’re experiencing.

“I’m gonna cum.” You announce which makes him pull out and grab you by your hips, turning you to land on your hands and knees. He spits on his own hand and rubs your entrance, before pushing his cock back inside you, this time fucking you fearless knowing that you feel good with the stretch.

And off of the top of your lungs you moan his name and arch his back, you could swear you can see stars and your ears even buzz, “Fuck, Namjoon, please—“

He wholeheartedly spanks your ass and grabs onto your ass cheek to dig his fingers into your flesh, he even throws his head back and a grunt escapes his lips when you keep clenching around him. “You’re gonna make me cum baby.”

“Please don’t stop.” You twist the bed sheets into your fists and your toes even curl, he grabs your hair into his hand and pulls you closer so your back meets his chest, he devours into your ear and whispers. “Aren’t you a little too greedy huh?” You can hear a smirk in his words, he reaches his other hand to rub your clit while still pounding inside you, his torso continuously slamming against your ass, at this point you’re positive someone may have heard you through these thin walls.

Your knot finally snaps and you feel your stomach relax as you release down his cock, his name escapes your mouth and it’s barely heard but it makes him even fuck you faster through your orgasm, your clenching gets worse around his dick as you’re creaming on him, he’s only a split second after you as he starts shooting out his load inside you, your chest heaves up and down as it feels so fucking good to be filled to the brim by Namjoon.

“Fuck—“ There’s no time to panic and think about what he just did, he’s releasing harder than ever inside you, this is something he secretly wanted to do long time ago but he thought that there may be certain outcomes that might make him regret his decision now.

A little laugh escapes your mouth as you turn on your back with his cock still inside you, he mirrors your laugh and looks down to see the mess before pulling out of you, both of your eyes watch your stretched cunt release Namjoon’s juices mixed with yours in awe, you can’t believe this just happened and you can’t believe that you actually enjoyed it.

He leans down to clean you with his own mouth, licking the juices off of you which makes you flinch and whimper, you’re too sore for anything more. He climbs up to share it with you and it tastes heavenly, your lips melt together in a soft kiss as he presses his body against yours.

His eyes travel between yours and he feels himself so close to saying it, he’s not sure if it’s the sex that just happened or what, but it’s so close to escape his mouth and he holds it back.

There will be a right time to say it, and he can’t wait.

Cockpit 11 | knj

Pair: Namjoon x reader

Summary: Namjoon goes through a rough time while getting a divorce, meeting you at the club two weeks in a row when attraction becomes unreal.

Rating: +18 mature content, Smut, divorce, fatherhood, major toxic behavior, mentions of abuse

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A/N: Disclaimer babes i'm not majored in law but i have searched to have a background on the actual thing to try include actual right details and pls let me know if i missed something, ps this may include typos because of my keyboard it's going insane and driving me nuts :)

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“Ew, so you practically baby sit his son the entire flight?” Even when it’s just a video call, you could clearly see the cringe on Taehyung’s voice. You had just arrived to your place a couple hours ago, Namjoon drove you to your place and went home so he could finally be prepared for the hearing that’s actually going to be tomorrow.

You were on your nerves the entire time, your appetite is long gone for almost the past week, your nausea is creeping back on you and you find your hands to be shaking occasionally even when there was little to no effort done that day.

Namjoon was nervous too but he was masking it pretty well to try and make it easier for you even when it should be the opposite. You were genuinely worried about the outcome, what if they go through trial? What if the entire divorce is cancelled? It can’t happen, you find yourself near panicking when this thought crawls into your head so you shake it off immediately before you dive into over thinking, and you don’t really need that right now.

“Yeah, I did.” You roll your eyes. “But it wasn’t that bad.”

“He’s still a kid.” He shrugs, “And how was he? Was he nice?”

“He was okay.” You were folding your laundry, “Are you coming over tomorrow?”

Your friends were kind enough to gather at your place during the hearing tomorrow just to keep your mind off of it, and since all of you enjoy Jungkook’s noodles, he offered that he would make a big pot for you all to have for lunch tomorrow.

And it was sweet of Hoseok that he actually called you earlier and told you that he can’t be there for tomorrow’s lunch, and he was “Work” to do, and he’ll be back right after. He just did it to reassure you and promised you that it’s going to be okay.

“Yeah, I’m coming over alone though.” He finally parks his car and gets into his building, “And your girlfriend?”

“She went over to her parents to celebrate her grandmother’s birthday, I’m on my own.” He unlocks his place and gets inside, “I’m home now, I’ll see you tomorrow chief, okay?”

“Mhm, see you.” You wave your hand and hang up, you throw your phone down and just lay down on your couch, your head faces the ceiling and you start thinking.

What if Namjoon gets the divorce? What happens after that? That’s the question you never asked yourself. You’re convinced that there’s something between you two, but it’s still not labeled nor official.

What happens after the hearing regarding you two?

You roll your eyes at yourself, you just gave yourself an extra thing to over think about when your thoughts are already crammed inside your head.

You want tomorrow night to come faster than ever, you missed sleeping without having to struggle before or even without having nightmares.

Your phone buzzes a message and you sigh before you grab it, thinking it was probably one of your friends  but it’s Namjoon who texted you a picture of his suit hung  up in his closet.

“do you think it’ll look good?”

“tie or no tie?”

“off to get myself a divorce tomorrow hahaha.”

A little breath escapes your nose when you chuckle softly at his message, your fingers hover over the screen to type back.

“I guess no tie.”

“how can you joke about this I’m scared.”

And only seconds after he Facetime’s you a video call and you answer him right away, he’s in his bed smoking a cigarette and having a drink, “I know I don’t have to ask you why because I already know.”

“What if—“

He interrupts. “Hey, no what if’s. I know everything is going to be okay, I’m well prepared and I trust Hobi, don’t you?”

“I do, I just don’t trust her.” You shrug. He takes a sip of his drink and shakes his head. “Just so you know, regarding the outcome, and whatever happens, I want you to know that I would still choose you.”

It does reassure you a little, but still you don’t want anything to be in the way between you two, and you know his wife tried to set him up so many times, what if she actually figured something out without you two knowing?

“Y/N.” He laughs. “Stop over thinking, I’m the one going through the divorce not you.”

“Alright. I’m not going to call you nor text you anything tomorrow, I’ll get the news eventually.” Your stomach drops just by the thought of it, he nods. “I’m sure you will, I just called Jay.”

“Poor little thing.” You pout, he takes a drag from his cigarette and puffs away the smoke. “Apparently he likes you.”

“I like him too.” You can’t help but smile, even when you’re a little surprised on the inside, children don’t usually like you. “Is he having fun at his grandparents?”

“Oh yeah, he enjoys being around his cousins, he’s used to staying there.” He turns off his cigarette, “Oh, Hobi is calling, can I call you back later?”

“Mhm, I’ll chat with you later.” You blow him a kiss and he blows one back before saying goodbye and hanging up.

Of course you hardly fall asleep that night, you did see it coming so you weren’t that surprised. You woke up with sore shoulders and a headache that didn’t go away even after having your morning coffee. You decided to give it some time before taking a pill.

As for him, Namjoon had a good night sleep, only his was full of nightmares, and of course he kept twisting and turning before he did manage to fall asleep, his morning was a little similar to yours, only he washed up and got dressed, he bathed in his own cologne and finally got on the road after texting you.

“Good morning :*”

“you were right”

“no tie looks way better”

“have a nice day beautiful <;3”

The clock is ticking and the hearing is a little over an hour away and he can feel his heartbeat pounding in his chest, there was little to no traffic luckily and Namjoon is the type of guy that considers the tiniest thing to be a sign that his day will go well or not, and no traffic could probably be a sign.

He makes it to Hoseok’s office in no time and walks inside, of course Hoseok was already there hours ago finishing the last couple of things and finishing the documents that he may possibly need.

“Good morning Hobi.”

“You’re here early.” Hoseok looks at the watch on his wrist. “Good morning,  how are you feeling?”

Namjoon  plops down on the couch in front of Hoseok’s disk with sigh escaping his lips. “I’d be lying if I told you I wasn’t nervous. I want things to go well.”

“You’re in safe hands, don’t  worry.” Hoseok walks towards the coffee machine beside his disk. “Coffee?”

“Sure, yeah.” Namjoon takes out his pack of cigarettes. “Can I?”

“Sure.” Hoseok cracks the window open before he makes two cups of coffee and sits in front of Namjoon to have a smoke as well, “Her lawyer called, and they think they have something in their hand but they don’t.”

“What if they found something else we don’t know of?” Namjoon leans his elbows on his thighs. “I’m worried.”

Hoseok take a puff of his smoke before crossing his legs. “Is that what you’re worried about? Or the entire thing generally?”

Namjoon takes out a cigarette and lights it up. “The entire thing, I’m worried over Y/N, what if the outcome doesn’t come in our benefit?”

“Then you still don’t know who your lawyer is.” Hoseok grins, “Don’t worry about Y/N, no matter what the outcome is, she’s going to be okay.”

Namjoon opens his mouth and he’s so close to saying it out loud to Hoseok, but he’s a little hesitant.

Of course he’s not unsure about the way he feels about you, he’s just hesitant on how he’s going to share the fact itself. He wants you to be the one to hear it first, but he feels the need to reassure Hoseok, since he’s really protective over you. “Hobi I…”

It looks like it’s coming out earlier than expected.

“Hmm?” Hoseok’s gut feeling was never wrong, and he kind of knows what’s about to be said.

“I… I know this happened quickly, but the past four months are the happiest I’ve been in my life.” His thoughts are racing through his head when he speaks again. “I’m getting the divorce mainly because I want her instead.”

“Instead?”

“I feel like I wasted the past thirty years of my life being with someone I cannot stand and will not stand no matter how hard I tried.” He shrugs his shoulders, slowly getting relieved at the fact that he’s spilling what’s been kept inside his heart as he never shared it with anyone. “I’ll choose Y/N over anyone anytime.”

Hoseok turns off his cigarette and crosses his arms. “But you just said it, it’s been only three months, aren’t you worried that you’d change your mind? Or probably the way you feel may change.”

He scratches his head and looks into Hoseok’s eyes. “I liked her in the beginning, you know the way you like any girl at the bar, and I was totally unfair to her when I hid everything and wasn’t completely honest with her, and deep inside I thought that I might actually lose her if I told her the truth. And when she found out I was a little relieved even when I was the bad guy.”

Hoseok is a smart man and due to being in his field for so long, he can easily tell if someone was being honest or not, Namjoon does seem genuine to him, the man gave up his marriage just to be with you, and he wouldn’t do that if he never felt anything for you.

“And when I saw her on that plane to Ilsan, I knew it was a sign that I shouldn’t let her go this time, and I can’t risk losing her again.” Namjoon puts off his cigarette and shrugs. “She makes me happy.”

“What’s your next step Joon?” Hoseok asks. “After the divorce.”

A smile creeps on Namjoon’s face when he crosses his arms. “I want her to be my girlfriend, I want everyone to know about her, I want to show her off.”

Hoseok was always your wingman back when you two were young, he would go around and ask guys you liked how they felt about you just so he can tell you later, and as much as he wanted to tell you every single thing about the conversation that just happened, he won’t.

“I actually think it’s very brave of you to decide and go through a relationship again when you’re working your way out of one.” Hoseok shrugs. “No offense, I’m telling you this as your friend.”

“None taken. I know, and you can’t believe how bad this experience was, and I can’t wait to be over with it, I thought I’d be traumatized by women for life, but Y/N  is different on so many levels, and to be honest I did compare them both so many times, but she can never live up to Y/N.” Namjoon scoffs.

“Well.” Hoseok puts his  hands on his own knees for support before getting up and looks at the time on his wrist. “As long as you two are happy, but for now we need to go.”

-

“Jungkook please don’t make it spicy.” Taehyung hovers behind Jungkook who’s standing in front of the stove and opening up the noodles packets.

“No put all the spice in and please pass on the seaweed, it makes me want to puke.” You stand next to Jungkook and watch him work, before he rolls his eyes and turns off the heat. “Okay, you two, either shut up or leave the kitchen.”

“Y/N? Did you order something for delivery?” Seokjin calls your name from the living room and you rush outside to open the door.

You ordered birthday cake for Namjoon, of course you didn’t forget, and since all of you are gathering at your place, you were going to celebrate it.

“Birthday cake?” Seokjin unsurely asks. “What if—“

“Hey, there no what if anymore, no matter what the outcome is, we’re going to celebrate his birthday. If he did get the divorce then there’s two reasons to celebrate, and if he didn’t, then we’ll celebrate it to make him feel better.”

“You’re totally in love with him aren’t you.” Jimin gets up to look at the cake. You roll your eyes and close the box to put the cake in the fridge. “You know sometimes I regret not having girl friends and choosing you guys instead.”

“You don’t mean that.” Jimin carelessly shrugs, “Jungkook hurry up we’re hungry.”

“You need to relax.” Seokjin tucks your hair behind your ear. “You’re acting all paranoid, the hearing already started and I know there’s nothing I could say to make this easier for you, but trust me it will be fine.”

You take a long sigh and take a seat in the living room. “I know, but his wife knows what she’s doing and that’s what I’m worried about.”

“Don’t you trust Hobi?” He asks. “He’s like, the number one divorce lawyer in Seoul.”

“Speaking of which.” Yoongi walks out of the bathroom to join you in the living room. “Did Namjoon pay Hoseok?”

“Yes.” Jungkook walks out of the kitchen with the large pot of noodles in his hands, using the sleeves of his top to protect him from the heat. “Hobi hyung told me.”

“Why wouldn’t he?” You shrug your shoulders. “Hobi’s doing his job after all.”

“But he’s our friend now.” Seokjin grabs a pair of chopsticks and you immediately object. “I know he is, but you have to put business aside, Hobi is an excellent lawyer and he deserves to be paid even if it was me getting the divorce.”

The entire room goes silent as they start scooping noodles into their plates and devouring the food, you still don’t have the appetite so you barely put one ladleful in your plate and force yourself to finish it.

Your phone buzzes a text and you rush to take it out of your pocket, it’s a text from Hoseok.

“Oh my god.” Your stomach drops. “They’re on their way here.”

-

“File number 3501CR. Mr. Kim versus Mrs Lee.”

“I am here for Mrs. Lee.” Her lawyer speaks, and Hoseok speaks right after. “And I am here for Mr. Kim Namjoon.”

“Mr. Jung, glad to see you.” The judge gets up on his feet to handshake Hoseok, he was pretty popular and loved, people enjoyed his company so much and most lawyers want to be taught and trained under him.

“Glad to see you too sir.” Hoseok shakes his hand back. Namjoon’s pounding heart still hasn’t calmed down but oh well, the judge knows Hoseok so this may serve his benefit.

“Alright, you can go ahead.” The judge orders and both lawyers hand over their files, Namjoon’s anxiety increases when he sees her file thicker than his, do they have something new?

“I’m here to speak for my client, Mister Kim, who filed a divorce 11 months and 23 days ago, he gave his testimony to the previous attorney who handed me over this case.” Hoseok flips through the file. “Sir the testimony is attached in pages 4 through 24.”

“Mhm.” The judge flips through the papers, taking his time to read some of the highlighted points that Hoseok worked on.

Namjoon’s testimony was taken long ago, he included everything about his fucked up marriage, he mentioned that he didn’t get his rights as a husband, and the mental stress she puts him and his son  through, how downhill Jay’s health deteriorates with every arguments, even included medical reports, the last one being signed by you, when you found out that Namjoon was married.

“Your honor, Kim Jaehyuk is their son, also known as Jay in the passport copies.” Hoseok flips through the papers. “3 Years old, with a medical history of seizures, occurring on the attached dates, clipped to that are picture of the hospital trips taken by mister Kim’s dash cam, and below that are his medical reports.”

“What are mister Kim’s conditions to this divorce?” The judge asks as he flips through the papers.

“Full custody of Kim Jaehyuk, and no asset distribution.” Hoseok answers right away even when Namjoon doesn’t mind neither.

If she did get the custody of Jay he will be able to see him every now and then, and for the assets even when she wasn’t worth it, he was willing to give anything away to get rid of her.

“What do you do for a living mister Kim?” The judge asks and Namjoon clears his throat and answers. “I’m an aircraft pilot sir.”

“How long have you been an aircraft pilot?” He asks and Namjoon tilts his head. “Almost 6 years.”

“Sir I have included his portfolio the page after, clipped behind it is a laboratory test that rules off any drug addiction or biological disease that may disable him. And on the next page is a written psychological evaluation written by a specialist, that clearly shows that mr. Kim may be suffering from recurrent panic attacks that occurred only in the past three years, meaning the years he was married to Mrs Lee.”

Namjoon feels himself about to have one of those from the excessive pounding in his chest, he even finds himself hyper ventilating that his own watch notifies him to log in a work out.

“Mhm.” This time the judge takes his time to read the entire paper, giving Namjoon a couple glances here and there.

And even when he’s really on the verge of panicking, he was doing a very good job hiding it,  they could barely tell by his body language and the way he sits. Only when he takes a sip of water or anything, his hands were shaking like crazy.

“Anything else?” The judge asks minutes after. “One last thing sir, the last two pages are bank statements of both mr. Kim and his spouse.”

“Alright, thank you mr. Jung. You did great.” And Hoseok nods before closing the file in front of him, her lawyer finally opens the thick file that’s been concerning Namjoon.

He even turns to look at Hoseok and their eyes meet, Hosok gives him a reassuring nod and sits back to listen to what they have. This is the part Namjoon has been dreading the most.

The judge looks at her lawyer and nods. “Go ahead.”

Namjoon pulls his chair closer to Hoseok’s to see the file that they have a copy of. “Between page 4 and 38 are Mrs. Lee’s testimony sir.”

“Mhm.” The judge also takes his time to read, Namjoon does the same and dives into the papers to scan the entire thing.

The testimony was taken only a couple  weeks ago and it seems like she didn’t include all the details or she probably purposely skipped some, and of course a huge part of it Namjoon could easily deny that it happened. “Mrs. Lee, I take it clearly that you’re accusing Mr. Kim to be abusive and obsessive and alcoholic.”

“Yes your honor.” The lawyer speaks, which makes the judge abruptly flip through the papers and the lawyer immediately speaks. “Sir if you open page 41 you can see that there’s a sealed medical report written by an emergency resident to prove that my client was in fact a victim of abuse.”

The judge rips the sealed envelope that has your signature on it which makes Hoseok stifle a grin, and what’s coming up Namjoon didn’t expect at all.

“Mr. Jung?” The judge passes the paper to Hoseok and he grabs it in his hand,  eyeing it carefully.

It was rigged, and this wasn’t the report you wrote even  when you had your signature on it. The report clearly said that she was presented to the ER with bruises on her upper torso and her back, a cut wound on her forehead and a broken toe.

Namjoon is about to lose his mind, none of this is true and she knows that. Their eyes meet and she immediately looks away and crosses her arms. Zero signs of regret on her face.

“Do you have anything to say?” The judge asks Hoseok, and he nods. “Sure,” He digs into his suit case and takes out a paper to hand it to the judge. “Sir this is data is confidential but she visited the hospital using Mr. Kim’s health insurance, so we were allowed full access to their files, and this is the original report, written by the same doctor on the same hospital, and if you put it side by side for comparison, it’s printed on the same date and time.”

“Agreed.” The judge nods his head and puts both papers aside. “And sir regarding alcoholism, I already presented laboratory tests and Mr. Kim is a social drinker.”

The judge looks at her lawyer and signals him to continue. “On pages 44 and 45 are a witness’ testimony of Mr. Kim seen in a wine cellar with a female aged between 25 and 32, and on the next page is a written report of a video tape that if you allow me to show you.”

“Of course.” The judge agrees and the lawyer turns his iPad towards him to show him the clip of CCTV that  they planned for.

Namjoon can clearly see the video tape and he squints his eyes to see the box of the Legos being put on the floor in the end of the aisle, it was you, and god it shatters his heart that you witnessed something that was meaningless.

“Mr. Jung? I guess you can’t deny a video tape.” The judge grabs his pen and starts writing, Hoseok laughs and shrugs his shoulders. “Watch me do it sir, I’m surprised you still don’t know me.” And the judge laughs too.

Hoseok digs into his suitcase again and takes out a bunch of papers. “Sir this is an order placed by an IP address located in Seoul, which is Mr. Kim’s apartment, the date of this order is in July 28th. And the next paper is Mr. Kim’s flight schedule that week, that clearly shows that he was out of town when this order was placed. And the paper after that is the delivery receipt showing that this package arrived a day prior to the video on the CCTV.”

The judge wasn’t surprised that Hoseok was good at his job, he knew when and how to represent anything that defends his own clients. And the judge was also shocked on how everything was manipulated, showing that Namjoon was set up.

“What are Mrs. Lee’s conditions to this divorce?” The lawyer asks and this is where Hoseok’s heart drops, if they don’t agree on each other’s conditions then the divorce will be transferred to trial and it will take much longer with no guaranteed end.

Namjoon is aware that they have to settle on something, so he grabs a pencil to write down on a small paper to show Hoseok. “I’ve been compromising my entire life and I wouldn’t mind doing it now.”

And Hoseok nods, but still he will try his best to make them agree to Namjoon’s conditions.

“Partial custody slash co parenting, and a 50/50 assets distribution.” The lawyer shrugs his shoulders.

Hoseok speaks without consulting Namjoon. “Partial custody is agreed, assets distribution 80/20.”

Her and her lawyer go through a debate quietly, giving Hoseok the time to glance at Namjoon, he nods his head and whispers. “She’s not getting more than 20.”

“70/30.” The lawyer speaks and Hoseok objects immediately. “No more than 80/20,”

“We need time to negotiate sir.” Her lawyer turns towards the judge to which he agrees immediately. “Mr. Jung please understand that my client is sharing custody, she needs the assets for their son.”

“If she needs the money for the shared custody let my client have it full then.” Hoseok shrugs. “Or zero assets and he’ll give his son the money he needs, it’s either one of those options or 80/20.”

“Mr. Kim, I want you to know that—“

“Sir please, I’m here for Mr. Kim, and if you need anything I’m the one you should talk to, this is what Mr. Kim wants and I was assigned to speak for him.” Hoseok interrupts mainly because he knows Namjoon will give them what they want, but he always made sure that his clients got their desired ends with the least amount of damage.

“75/25 last call.” Her lawyer makes one last offer, Hoseok turns to Namjoon to seek for an answer.

“5 percent is worth like 9 thousand dollars.” Hoseok whispers. “It’s your call.”

“I’ll give her the 25 percent on the spot, but what about the custody?”

“Shared custody, but since it’s her choice she gets to decide what days you can have Jay.” Hoseok puts his pin down. “Let’s settle?”

“Yes.” Namjoon nods, his heart racing more than ever, Hoseok turns to face the lawyer and judge and speaks up. “Agreed.”

“Mr. Kim do you have any debts?” The judge takes out the divorce papers and gets to writing, “No sir.” Namjoon answers right away.

“Mrs. Lee and Mr. Kim, you have agreed on 75/25 assets distribution with shared custody, but the court will decide based on  your profiles and your financial status in order to accept your agreement, is that understood?”

“Yes your honor.” Namjoon and his minutes away to become ex spouse answer at the same time.

“Mr. Kim you have two apartments, on located in Seoul and the other is located in Ilasn am I correct?” The judge asks again and Namjoon agrees.

“Sir if you check the last page on our file, you can see that we hired a real estate agent to evaluate the cost of both apartments.” Her lawyer speaks which makes Namjoon scoff, she’s clearly after his money and he can’t understand why he didn’t realize that before?

Hoseok rushes to open the file to check out the actual price of both properties, opens up his calculator and starts adding and subtracting numbers that are surprisingly big, he grabs out a paper and writes down for Namjoon to read. “25 percent is approximately worth the place in Ilsan and a little over the price of the other car.”

And Namjoon grabs the pen and writes down. “Ok. Let her have the car and the place.”

“Your honor.” Hoseok clears his throat. “I would like to inform you that 25 percent of Mr. Kim’s assets is worth the place in Ilsan and a little under the price of the car she’s driving, Mr. Kim wants to make an offer for Mrs. Lee to have the property and it’s kind of him to offer her the car without paying him what’s left of the car’s price on the market today.”

“What do you say?” The judge looks at her lawyer, who’s already discussing the offer with her.

Namjoon starts thinking months after, Jay will have to fly twice a week to be with his parents, which makes him want to consider a new flight schedule to be able to take him there. He already visits Ilsan repeatedly so it shouldn’t be a problem.

“We agree sir.”

“Alright then, we’re over for today. And in an hour we’ll hopefully have an answer for you.” The judge collects the papers and stands up on his feet. “It was nice to see you again Mr. Jung.” He shakes Hoseok’s hand and leaves the meeting room.

“How are you feeling?” Hoseok rubs Namjoon’s shoulder and he nods. “I can be better.”

“Relax, the hard part is over. It’s going to go just as planned, and we’ll go celebrate back home.” Hoseok winks at Namjoon and grabs out his phone to text you.

“Hey chief”

“We’re on our way home”

“Tell Jungkook to save us some noodles we’re starving :(”

Hoseok knows he sent the message way too early just to tease you and keep you tip toeing, he knows you won’t call or ask, so once he sees the read receipts turn blue he puts his phone back in his pocket. “You wanna go out for a smoke?”

“Yeah.” Namjoon gets up on his feet and leaves the meeting room, the aura was suffocating specially when he senses that he’s being looked at the entire time by her.

Her gaze never left him, deep down in her mind she’s still digging deep, she’s one hundred percent sure that he’s seeing someone else, but she can’t prove anything. And what’s killing her the most is that even when they’re getting a divorce around the same table, she still had a dash of hope that the entire thing will be cancelled.

Both her concrete evidences were rigged and she kind of saw it coming, her father warned her repeatedly that his lawyer was one of the best in the republic.

For a second a thought crosses through her mind and she recalls when she visited the emergency room with her father, she clearly remembers you when you agreed to help them with the rigged report, which when her lawyer found out told them that none of what you said was true, so when he opened the envelope he knew exactly why you lied.

And to be frank, the lawyer her family hired was the cheapest in the market since they’re already broke, so he rigged papers to try and win the case. And speaking of lawyers, another thought crosses her mind, why is Namjoon this close to his lawyer?

Her thoughts are racing back to back, is it possible that you and Namjoon know each other? But oh well, it’s too late for that now.

-

“Did you see their faked medical report?” Hoseok blows out the smoke. “I was so close to laughing.”

“Did you know they were going to manipulate it?” Namjoon leans against the bench and turns off the cigarette he just finished. Hoseok nods right away. “Yeah, I already told Y/N to give me a copy earlier this week, but gosh I wish I told it to the judge before they did.”

“You did great anyway, I’m really impressed, your job suits you like a glove.” Namjoon laughs and Hoseok nods. “I know, but yours was really easy since their lawyer was stupid enough to rig confidential papers.”

“Isn’t that illegal? Shouldn’t he be punished or something?” Namjoon asks out of curiosity. Hoseok blows the last puff of smoke and turns off his cigarette. “Everyone rigs papers in this field, it’s quite fucked up actually. Let’s go to the car and put some cologne on before going back up.”

They rush to their cars and to spray cologne so they could mask away the smell of cigarettes before heading back upstairs to the meeting room.

She’s still there with her lawyer with her arms crossed. Hoseok pulls a chair to sit down and nudges Namjoon. “How did you even marry her?”

Namjoon stifles a laugh and elbows Hoseok before whispering back. “Well, I’m here today because I regret that.”

The judge knocks on the door and enters the meeting room with one single paper in his hand, and considering Hoseok has been in this field for a while know, he knows what this paper means.

“Mr. Kim. Mrs. Lee. The court has made a decision.”

-

You’re in your bathroom vomiting the noodles you forced yourself to eat, it has been over an hour since Hoseok’s message and they’re still not here yet. And Hoseok’s text message with the sad emoji was the trigger you needed for the vomiting parade to start.

“It’s okay.” Yoongi rubs your back and tugs your hair away from your face. “I’ve never seen you this paranoid, you need to give yourself a break.”

“I wish I can, I’m sleep deprived and I haven’t eaten something properly for the past week.”  You stand in front of the bathroom sink and wash your face. “I don’t even know why I’m this nervous, I’m not the one who’s going through the actual divorce.”

“I think it’s because you have something for Joon.” He shrugs, “And you probably haven’t realized that yet.”

“You’re right, I’m still unsure how I feel, maybe that’s why I’m anticipating the entire divorce thing to see how I actually  feel about him.” You open the bathroom door and take a look at the living room, Seokjin and Jungkook are using your game console to play Just dance, and both of them look like actual idiots dancing.

“I wish I could be this careless.” You sigh, Yoongi rubs your shoulders and pulls you into the living room to watch the dumb and dumber dance.

“Are you feeling better?” Taehyung asks. “Do you want me to make you noodles? You’re probably hungry now.”

“No I’m good.” You unscrew your bottle of water and take a sip, He scoots closer to you and wraps his arm around you. “Just so you know, I don’t like seeing you like this.”

“What do you mean?” You pout and he chuckles and pinches your cheek. “I’m used to seeing the strong Y/N who never let anything effect her. You’re a smart successful woman who knows how to handle everything and control her feelings.”

“I’m still human after all. I’m allowed to break character when I’m going through something like this.” You lean your head against his chest. “I hate going through this much stress and sometimes I regret voluntarily going through this.”

“But it’s going to be worth it at the end, I know it.” He runs his fingers through his hair. “You should know it too.”

You hear the door code being clicked and your stomach drops, your face even grows pale and you break into cold sweat, the guys even hear the code being clicked and they pause the game. Your eyes are close to popping out of their socket and your body refuses to function, you can’t get up on your feet since they’re too week so your body lags and decides to stay on the couch.

Yoongi and Jimin get up on their feet and Jungkook and Seokjin who were already dancing are gazing towards the door.

“I’m telling you, I had my blinker on but she still honking behind me, and I ended up flipping her because she was a terrible drier.” Namjoon laughs and high fives Hoseok when they enter the place. “No way, I flipped her off too. But she did get a speeding ticket after, did you see her?” Hoseok laughs back and puts his suit case down on the ottoman near the door.

“Yeah, and she saw us driving past her too.” Namjoon looks towards the living room to see everyone on their feet except you and Taehyung, “What’s up guys?” Hoseok takes off his suit jacket and throws it onto the couch. Complete silence is the answer he gets as everyone is anticipating the answer.

They were all worried equally but hid it from you so well. After all, Namjoon is their friend now and they do care about him and want the best for him.

“You tell us.” Yoongi speaks. “What’s the outcome.”

“O-oh.” Hoseok scratches the back of his head.

You feel your heartbeat an inch away from stopping and you even hold your breath, not only the sad emoji concerns you now, also Hoseok’s reaction was the end of you. You feel each heartbeat taking away a breath from you that you’re slowly starting to get dizzy.

“What?” Jimin’s shoulders sulk in disappointment, Jungkook puts the gaming console down on the coffee table and walks towards Namjoon, “It’s okay hyung, even if didn’t get it today, you will have it eventually.”

“What are you talking about?” Namjoon looks at the youngest, and Jungkook blinks in confusion. “The divorce.”

“But I got the divorce.”  Namjoon’s smile creeps on his face and Hoseok yells right after. “He got it!”

They all cheer excitedly and get up to congratulate Namjoon and Hoseok but you’re still in your spot on the couch, your face fell in your palms when he heard he got it and you’re too overwhelmed to do any reaction. This divorce drained you, but you’re more than happy that it’s over.

Namjoon hugs back Jimin and Jungkook and takes off his suit jacket, his eyes on you when you’re still curled up on the couch with your face in your hands before approaching you and going down on his knees in front of the couch. “Don’t I get a congratulations hug or what?”

You held back the tears of relief and take your hands off of your face and lean in to hug him, burying your face in his neck and wrapping your arms tightly around him. “It’s okay, everything is okay now.” He whispers for only you two to hear and kisses you on the cheek. “I’m so sorry for making you go through this, but believe me I wouldn’t have done it without you.”

“How did it go?” You pull back from the hug, he leans his forehead against yours. “It went great, and now I can finally take you out on proper dates and show you off.”

“Aren’t you going to kiss her or what?” Jungkook plops down beside you on the couch and you roll your eyes. “With you in the room? I’m not so sure.”

“I heard you two fucking before do you think kissing her would matter?” The younger crosses his arms and Jimin plops next to him. “You heard them too? I thought it was only me.”

Namjoon rolls his eyes when Jimin starts imitating you. “Oooh Namjoon, please, don’t stop. Oooh Namjoon you’re so big. But are you though?” He even looks down at Namjoon’s pants, you grab the pillow on the couch next to you and hit Jimin with it repeatedly. “I’m so sorry, I know they’re weird.”

“But you do sound like that though.” Namjoon laughs which makes you hit him with the pillow too.

“Jungkook, go make us something to eat.” Hoseok finally sits down, you nod your head. “Yeah please, I’m hungry too.”

“You didn’t eat yet?” Namjoon tugs your hair off of your face and Jimin answers him. “She did but she ended up vomiting it.”

Namjoon’s heat melts and he pulls you in for a hug again and smothers you with little kisses all over your cheek. “I’m so sorry.”

You hug him back and get up on your feet. “Let’s go get you changed.” You pull him into your bedroom and close the door. “Tell me everything.”

“You know, I’ve never been this happy on a birthday before.” He unbuttons his shirt and takes a seat onto your bed. “Come here.”

You walk towards him and you’re about to sit beside him but he pulls you to sit onto his legs. “Hey, we’ll do anything you want later, but please tell me what happened first.”

He fumbles with the collar of your sweatshirt and gazes down onto your lips before looking onto your eyes. “I gave her the house in Ilsan and her car, and we’re sharing custody of Jay, the judge decided that he’ll stay in Seoul for two weeks and then go to Ilsan for the other two weeks and be with his mother.”

“She doesn’t deserve shit, she had no idea what she had in her hand and she completely lost you.” You scratch the back of his head, he grins and shrugs one shoulder. “Well now I got you.”

You nod your head slowly. “Hmm, you practically didn’t ask me to be your girlfriend yet so I’m guessing you still didn’t get me.”

“Yet?” He laughs and nuzzles his nose against yours before teasing you. “Well, I’m starting to wonder what being single feels like.”

“Oh yeah?” You whisper and hover your lips over his before pulling back. “I don’t think you’ll like it that much.”

“And why is that?” He runs his hands on your thighs, you put your hands over his and get back up on your feet. “Because you won’t get to spend your nights with someone as sexy and as beautiful as I am.”

“Fuck, you’re absolutely right.” He stands up and pulls you in for one single kiss on your lips. “But hey, in my defense, I want it to be special so you’re going to have to be patient.”

“Maybe someone else will beat you to it.” You pull back and grab him out something to wear. “I’ll be waiting for you outside.”

-

His and his ex wife’s family are going crazy in Ilsan, his father fired hers and took everything away from him in a blink of an eye, and all the projects he was working on and that were funded by the Kim’s are on hold and are being handled legally by someone professional.

Mr. Kim was kind enough to not ask for the money they stole back, and he was kind enough to finish her sibling education since some of them considered him like a father or like an uncle.

Her father was going hysterical and he started losing his mind, the projects and the big plans he was working on evaporated in the air in seconds, and of course they’re forcing their daughter to sell the house and the car that she got from the divorce just to be able to fund and cover one of the smallest projects he’s been working on.

But still, it would cover it for less than a year, after that there’s nothing he can do about it.

Namjoon’s family made plans to go visit their son the next day and congratulate him since he’s the one who exposed the other family even when it wasn’t on purpose. And they were going to offer their help on transporting Jay to Seoul and back so he wouldn’t have to take a day off from his job.

Meanwhile you were getting ready to go stay at Namjoon’s for the night, since he insisted and you were never there before, so you agreed and got ready before going there.

The moment you get inside the house, you thought you were going to feel bittersweet about it and about the fact that you were one of the reasons of this divorce. This house once had a housewife and she’s no longer here.

But it’s the exact opposite. Victory tastes so sweet and you don’t feel half bad for her, she’s the villain in his story and she doesn’t even deserve the end she got, she deserves worse.

You see Jay’s scattered toys here and there and something inside you feels greedy, you feel the need to let her know that you’re going to replace her, and that her loss no longer matters.

You feel the need to show her that he’s way happier with someone else, you feel the need to show her that you’re in her house, on her bed.

You throw your top off when you actually feel your body heat up, it’s either you getting horny or your body acting up on the greediness you feel.

“Do you want me to show you around?” Namjoon’s eyes hover down to your tits that still have his love bites on it from two nights ago. “Fuck you’re making it hard for me to focus.”

“Sure, show me around.” You put your top on the couch beside you and walk further inside the house, he gives you a little house tour, showing you the two furnished room that they used to sleep separately in, and both of them are familiar.

One you saw behind him as you video called him for hours. And the other one was the one you saw in your nightmares, similar to every exact detail which makes the hair on your body erect. It was so weird and scary somehow.

“Are you okay?” He stands behind you, wrapping his arms around you to pull you in closer. “Yeah, I’m alright, I love your place.”

“You do?” He whispers, burying his face into your neck to inhale your scent, secretly wishing for you to leave your own scent in his place to replace the old one. Any place that has your scent is like a home to him.

“Mhm.” You giggle when he reaches his hand inside your bra and squeeze onto one of your tits. “Your hands are cold.”

“They are?” He nibbles onto your ear. “Aren’t you tired? Do you want me to give you a massage?”

“Stop, last time your massage ended with a cream pie Joonie, that was cute and shit but we need to be a little more careful.” You laugh and he mirrors your laugh and whispers. “I’ll cum in your mouth this time, or on that beautiful face, what do you say?”

Your panties soak in milliseconds at his words, you let out a hitched breath and clear your throat, you need to say something but he left you speechless. And who are you to actually say no?

“Debatable.” You manage to say and he chuckles before pulling back. “Do you want anything to drink?”

“Wine, or whiskey, your call.” You shrug one shoulder, he presses a kiss onto your shoulder. “How about a couple shots of tequila?”

“You’re totally trying to get me into bed.” You walk out of the bedroom to the kitchen and he follows you. “Me? Of course not.” He feigns innocence and opens the cupboard to grab out the drink and two shot glasses to pour out a couple of shots.

“Here’s to being single again.” You tease him and he rolls his eyes before clinking his shot glass with yours and drinking it in one go and so do you.

“You know I don’t think it could use another shot.” You throw down your shot glass and without thinking, you wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips against his, he immediately kisses back and hugs you into his arms tightly, your tongue already invading his mouth, he carries you up and you wrap your legs around his torso, he walks towards the master bedroom and it seems like he’s on the same page as you are.

He puts you down on her bed and it feels exactly like your nightmare only with different details, he leans towards you and presses his lips against yours, his hand already crawling inside your jeans and panties to rub your pulsating clit in circular motion.

You hum against his lips and move your hand down to palm his cock through his pants, it’s already rock hard which makes you a little less embarrassed that you’re already wet yourself.

“Fuck.” You gasp and your head falls back when he slides in two fingers inside you, he moves down to your neck and chest to print several wet kisses and sucking on other spots to print even more purple hickeys onto your skin.

His fingers slam against your spot as he thrusting them up and down, the tightness in your stomach increases and he feels your cunt clenching around his fingers and he whispers. “You’re gonna cum aren’t you?”

“Mmm, fuck. Yes.” Your hand sits on his shoulder, his lips land against yours again and he shoves in another finger which stops you from kissing back right away. “I’m gonna cum.” You speak with your lips still on his mouth, he curls his fingers against your spot and right when you’re about to cum.

You feel a set of eyes on you.

Your heart drops and suddenly you feel yourself about to lose your consciousness, a silhouette standing right near the bedroom door behind him. Your fight or flight works and you close your legs onto his hands and hold his wrist tightly. “Namjoon stop.”

“Are you okay?” He looks into your eyes and sees that you’re staring somewhere near the bedroom door, he snaps his head to look behind him.

And holy fuck it’s her.

Standing right there near the bedroom door and it’s the same facial expressions you saw in your nightmare.

Even when they’re divorced, she looks lonely and hurt and empty. And of course, betrayed.

 This time not a single inch of regret do you feel, this time it tastes sweet, it tastes like pure victory.

And what you wanted happened right away, you wanted her to see that she’s replaced, and that Namjoon couldn’t care less about her loss, and most importantly..

You wanted her to see you on her own bed, in Namjoon’s arms.

Namjoon’s hand slides out of your pants and he helps you get up onto your feet, totally not ashamed himself, he grabs your hand and walks you out of her bedroom and sit in his.

He takes one last glance at his ex wife and barely hides the disgust he feels towards her. “Take all your stuff. And maybe you should consider knocking next time since you no longer live here.”

You’re all ears anticipating what she would answer but she doesn’t, he walks into his bedroom and slams the door shut on purpose before walking towards you and yanking his shirt off. “Now where were we?”

You knew the man was freaky, but was he freaky enough to have sex with you with his wife in the room next door? He actually is.

And it’s even more arousing to you, you grab him into your arms and press your lips against his, raising your knee up slowly and gently to rub it against his clothed boner, his hand slides into your panties again and this time he slams his three fingers inside you without a warning which makes you hold him tighter into your hands and moan off of the top of your lungs. “Holy fuck.”

The two of you were enjoying the actual thing, and enjoying the fact that she’s in the room next to you.

“Cum for me.” He bites onto your earlobe and curls his fingers against your spot, slamming against it repeatedly, you’re usually talkative in bed but the stimulation got your voice a couple octaves higher.

“Don’t stop.” You breathlessly moan and throw your head back, he licks a long valley from your neck to your chest and proceeds to use his other hand to grab one of your tits out of your bra.

And of course she can hear everything, her attention was drawn away when she saw you topless, and she couldn’t help but to notice the purple kisses onto your breasts. Meaning that you and Namjoon had already done this before and this is not his first night with you.

But she still didn’t have the chance to look you in the face and recall your features.

She walks towards the bed and smells the bed sheets, it’s the exact same smell she picked up from the hospital, and the exact same smell that was on Namjoon’s clothes that night.

She’s a little slow to process the fact that it could be you, but she just needs to take one look to recognize you.

“Oh my god. Joon please-“

She hears through the thin walls, but she decides on ignoring and opening the closet to start packing her stuff. Right when she hears her phone ringing from the living room, she walks out the bedroom and Namjoon does too.

He’s on his way to grab you a bottle of water when their eyes met, she takes one glance inside the bedroom to see you laid down on the bed.

And it takes her a little over two seconds to finally recognize that it’s you.

“I knew you were seeing someone.” She looks at Namjoon in the eyes. “She’s the woman you abandoned your son for, isn’t she?”

“This doesn’t concern you.” He closes the door to his bedroom, but you immediately get up and press your ear against the door.

“She was the doctor who helped Jay, and she was the one that got you the medical report.” She nodded. “Now it all makes sense.”

You knew she knew all along, women know and feel everything going around them.

“I’m not going to argue because this doesn’t concern you.” Namjoon repeats, you open his closet and grab out one of his tops before opening the door.

You look her in the eye with your chest heaving dramatically.

This was something you were anticipating long time ago, you wanted her to know everything. There’s nothing to be afraid of.

Cockpit 12 | knj

Pair: Namjoon x reader

Summary: Namjoon goes through a rough time while getting a divorce, meeting you at the club two weeks in a row when attraction becomes unreal.

Rating: +18 mature content, Smut, divorce, fatherhood, major toxic behavior, fluff.

taglist: @wecanpretendit | @whoisbts | @yoonjinsrkive | @my-current-mood-is | @joonzseoulmate | @parkinglot-nights | @missbangtangirl | @m00njinnie | @mantaecrolss | @busanbby-jjk | @bangtanxmegan | @nochelunaxx | @certified-lana-del-rey-lover

a/n: This is a subtle ending and tbh was a little hard for to actually mold up, there can't be a happy ending 100% and ya'll know that. i strongly believe that there are many drabbles that might come up that may show you different scenarios for this fic and possibly another end. Ily guys and i love cockpit that introduced me to so many of you guys <3 ps i hope i didn't disappoint with this update because i think i slightly did.

Previous | End.

It’s a cold cloudy day as the winter has already made its way finally, It was your favorite season throughout the entire year, and it’s usually the season you and your friends decide on doing outdoor activities, and of course it’s the holiday season where you actually how so many days off. You just got off your morning shift and picked up Hoseok from his office, his car is in maintenance and you need to get groceries for the week, so you offered to drive him and in return he’ll help you with groceries.

The windows are open in the car, he’s on his phone scrolling and you’re tapping on the steering wheel with your leg on the gas pedal, singing along whole heartedly to the song you started in your car.

I fantasize about it all the time, if you were mine.

I’d give this pussy to you, nine to five, five to nine.

Trying to behave but I’m feeling some type of way.

Even dancing to it, with one hand on the steering wheel now, Hoseok first seems unbothered, he’s used to you being like this, he’s too focused on his phone. But then it hits him and he stares at you suspiciously, and of course you’re too occupied on the song, but then he shuts off the stereo which leaves you singing awkwardly with your not so acceptable voice.

“Why would you do that?” You whine, you can’t look at him your eyes are on the road, but you feel his eyes on the side of you face. “What’s the matter?”

“With what?” You try to take a quick glance at him when he’s smirking. “How are things with Namjoon?”

“Oh, I kind of.. met his ex wife when I was staying there a while ago.”

“How did it go?”

You look her in the eye with your chest heaving dramatically.

This was something you were anticipating long time ago, you wanted her to know everything. There’s nothing to be afraid of.

Namjoon never felt this strong before, having you stand up for him even when he could stand up for himself the whole time. But still having you in front of her scratched an itch for him and he himself wanted this to happen too, he wanted her to see what he has in hand, and that even when she was after his money, he was after his freedom. She still didn’t get what she wanted but he did.

Everything is happening right in front of her own eyes, she clearly sees that her ex husband was actually cheating on her with someone.

Not anyone.

The doctor that she saw a couple of times one of them Namjoon was actually with her. She’s the woman that treated her own son long time ago, the woman who actually had the same perfume on that she smelled on her husband’s clothes so many times.

Gosh this was months ago, she feels betrayed more than she already is when she recalls that you pretended to help her with the fake medical report, you were actually defending him? This has to be serious between you and Namjoon then. Have you two been together for that long for you to actually help him?

She recalls the nights he stayed out, he must’ve been with you, the nights he went back home smelling like you, there were too many of them. It did make sense to her now.

And you finally get the chance to look her in the eye without having to hide and beat around the bush, the greediness inside you is increasing and you feel so desperate to show her that you stole her man.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, your arms crossed to your chest while you eye her from head to toe, she glances at Namjoon and looks back at you before laughing. “Oh so it was you.”

You mirror her laugh and nod your head. “It has been me all along.”

She takes a step closer to you and actually takes a sniff, before looking at Namjoon. “No one, and I mean no one, can stand tolerating you like I did, Namjoon.”

Of course you weren’t going to believe anything she’s saying.

“And you’ll realize the mistake you’re making, perhaps not now, but you will eventually.” She takes another step towards you.

Even when you’re fuming and you genuinely hate the woman, you masked it so well as you chuckle and click your tongue, shaking your head left and right. “Is that what being broke and pathetic feels like? I feel so bad for you.”

“I will give him to you, I just hope you like leftovers.” The answer was on the tip of her tongue. “Who knows, you might end up like me.”

“Oh honey trust me, you and I are not alike.” You eye her again from head to toe, a visible cringe on your face when you look into her face. “You and I are totally different, and I think you know that very well.”

Her face changes and she clears her throat, she even looks back at Namjoon behind you, hoping that he’ll say something and tame you, or do anything to just silence you, but it’s the exact opposite. He wraps an arm around you and walks into the bedroom before turning his head towards her. “Take your trash and leave, and next time if you want anything send someone else. This house isn’t yours to barge in.” And he slams the bedroom door shut and locks it with the key

Your eyes meet for a second before you pull him in for a kiss, your lips pressed against his and your arms wrapped around him. You tried to convince yourself that nothing is different but it actually is.

He tastes sweeter in your mouth and it feels so fucking good to have him for yourself. For the first time ever when you’re in bed with him you feel like that and it feels good. Your friends were right, it was totally worth the suffer.

“That’s all.” You finally park your car near the grocery shop, Hoseok takes a long breath and exhales. “Y/N, this shouldn’t have happened.”

“I don’t know what got into me, I just wanted her to know that he’s way better off without her.” You seriously have no idea where this toxic behavior is coming from, and what’s weirder is that you don’t regret thinking this way.

“Did he do anything?” Hoseok asks as you two get out of the car, he grabs a cart and starts pushing it inside, you’re a little distracted first when you see the advertisements for the products and the discounts around the place for the holiday season that’s coming up, the sound of background music mixed with kids running around, you’ve always enjoyed running errands and now you enjoy it more when you get to spend quality time with your best friend.

“Nope, it’s like he wanted this to happen too.” You grab the flyer. “Oh look, there’s a discount on short ribs.”

“You don’t eat short ribs.” He stops pushing the cart. “But you do, I’ll cook them for you.” You walk towards that aisle to put the short ribs into your cart.

“Someone is in a great mood today.” He chuckles and looks around the aisle for other kinds of meets. “Actually yeah, I’m supposed to meet his parents tonight for dinner.”

“Wow he must be pretty serious about you.” You hear a smirk on his face and when you look at him you find him in fact smirking. “Did you think he wasn’t?”

“No not at all.” He puts pork belly into the cart and continues pushing it. “I just didn’t see it happening so quickly.”

“Gosh, you have no idea how nervous I am about this.” Your hand sits onto your stomach. “I’ve been having nightmares.”

“Hey, you’re an incredible woman who usually leaves a great first impression—“ He doesn’t sound half convincing which makes you push him subtly. “Stop lying.”

“Okay, you don’t usually leave good first impressions, but hey does it matter?” He’s right.

Nothing’s going to change whether they like you or not, you and Namjoon want each other and that’s what matters. “Yeah, it doesn’t. But hey I still need to be careful.”

“Did you ask him about his folks?” He pushes the cart towards the produce aisle. “Yeah, multiple times, he said they were nice, but still they’re his parents, he can’t just tell me that they’re awful, right?”

“True.” You look around for grapes since it’s the season. “I wish I can cancel the whole thing, I’m not really good with strangers.”

“They’re not strangers they’re your in-laws.” He teases you which again makes you hit his shoulder. “Shut up.

“You know what, fuck it, just go, what’s the worst that could happen?” He says it so carelessly which makes you think you’re exaggerating, but you really weren’t.

You were standing in front of your full body mirror that holds so many memories for you now, zipping up your short burgundy dress. Honestly it was an entire debate for you whether you should choose this color or not, but the dress fitted you like a glove, respectful, yet revealing on some places and really flattering.

You grab your high heels and take a seat onto your bed to put them on. You needed the high heels because the man you’re going out with is tall and big, you need some height yourself.

You cannot deny your stomach was pinching you the entire time, you totally forgot that this moment had to come sometime you never even thought of it. Tonight was exceptionally cold but you were sweating. You weren’t anticipating this night what so ever.

Your door knocks a couple of times when you still had one of your heels on, so you get up on your feet and walk crookedly to your door to open it with the other pair of heels in your hand. “Hey big boy.” Your smile lingers on your face when you see him standing by your door wearing a casual suit, his long hair pushed back and smelling like a mix of his cologne and cigarettes, the smell you grew to love and find really warm.

“Look at you.” He takes a step inside your house and prints a soft kiss on your cheek. “You look incredible.”

“This is the dress I told you I was worried about.” You giggle and close the door. You were texting him the entire afternoon asking him what you should wear and he agreed with you on that burgundy dress.

He grabs your hand and twirls you once, his eyes scanning on your entire body and ass. “Baby you would look sexy in a potato sack.”

“Stop.” You hit his chest and let go of his hand. “Take a seat I’ll be ready in no time.” You point towards the living room with the hand that’s holding the shoe. He laughs and grabs the shoe away from you. “Let me help you with that.”

You both head to the living room and take a seat onto your couch, you put your leg up onto his lap and he helps you putting on your heels. “So..” You start talking, clearing your throat before you finish. “Any instructions? Should I be careful with anything?”

He rolls his eyes and looks at you. “Y/N, you don’t have to worry, they’re nice people I promise you’ll love them.”

“I’m not really good when it comes to meeting new people.” Your hand lands onto your stomach. “I wish I can back out.”

“Hey, they’re the ones who asked to see you in person, plus, I know they’ll like you too.” He shrugs, too occupied trying to figure out the straps on your heels. “You already met Jay and it wasn’t that bad, meeting my parents can’t be that bad too.”

He told his parents frankly that he was seeing someone, and they were really welcoming the idea generally, the entire story now makes sense to them and they can finally understand what their son went through and why he needs to be with you. Namjoon was absolutely glad that his parents were supporting his choices.

They’re flying over from Ilsan just to have dinner with you two, and you didn’t mind the idea generally and they must be really nice people, but you were simply not ready.

“Am I doing this right?” He asks, finally done with your heels, you nod your head and get up on your feet to tuck your dress down. “Thank you. What do you think?”

“Absolutely beautiful.” He flashes you a toothy smile, his dimple that makes your heart skip a beat digging onto his cheek. “Thank you, let’s get going.” You turn off the lights and make your way out with him to head towards the place he had reservations in.

The entire ride there your head was storming with every possible scenario, and no matter how hard Namjoon tried distracting you on your way there or comforting you, still, you just simply can’t relax.

You tried distracting yourself and actually googling topics the bring up during the dinner, but it wasn’t helping, your head was all over the place.

To them you’re probably the home wrecker that thanks to her their grandson will have to grow up with his parents separated. You’re the woman who accepted to be with a married man, which now you think was a little selfish, but you’ve grown to like the man.

The day you went back home with him after he got his divorce was when you actually felt your entire relationship with him suddenly grew tighter and stronger, you wanted to face his ex wife long time ago and what happened that night scratched an itch for you.

You snap out of your thoughts when he makes the last turn and parks his car in front of the restaurant, you take one last breath and unbuckle your seatbelt, you remember what Hob said and you hardly convinced yourself that no matter how tonight ends, nothing is going to change the fact that you want him and he wants you too.

He can’t help but to notice your legs shaking anxiously before you leave the car which immediately make him caress your knee and up your thigh. “Are you going to be okay?”

“It’s too late to ask that” You bite at him which makes him chuckle at you.

He feels a little guilty on the inside now, he would’ve never forced you on anything if he knew you’d be this anxious about meeting them. Even though he’s sure that there’s nothing to worry about, his parents are really nice. And to answer his question, You nod your head and he presses softly onto your knee. He’s here for you.

Your hand is locked in his, and the gentle squeeze of reassurance of his hand surrounds yours when you walk inside, slowly making your way to the reserved table that his parents are already seated on, a little younger than you thought they would be, and his mother who’s already in heels tip toes to wrap her arms around her son, pulling him in closer and kissing his cheek. “Gosh, I miss you so much.” She squeals.

“You must be Y/N.” His father stretches his hand out to shake yours, you force out a nervous smile and shake back his hand. “Mr. Kim, I’ve heard so much about you.” Well, you practically didn’t, but you were trying your best to break the ice.

“We’ve heard so much about you too.” He smiles back at you, at least his was genuine unlike yours. The dimples on his face were the ones that Namjoon and his son got. You shake his mother’s hand after she finally let go of her son, “Mrs. Kim, it’s good to see you.” And your eyes almost pop out of their sockets when she pulls you in for a hug and a little kiss on the cheek. You could swear you heard Namjoon giggling behind you.

“Please, just Soohyun.” She shrugs it off. “Take a seat.”

Namjoon’s behavior doesn’t get unnoticed by his parents of course, he’s whipped and they can easily admit that. He’s been married for three years and never has he ever pulled a chair for his wife for her to sit, the way he looked at you was totally different than the way he looked at his wife. He pulls you a chair to sit and helps you take off the little cardigan you put on, before getting you seated and pulling the chair next to you.

Of course they’re across the table from you two, but Namjoon’s hands were in yours the entire time, intertwined under the table, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand and gently caressing your fingers. It was so hard for you to focus when his parents were trying to get to know you more.

“So what do you do?” His father takes a sip of his wine, you straighten your back on your chair and tell him about your job briefly, which he and his wife admire. “Do you love your job?”

“Of course I do, I enjoy it so much.” You nod. “It gets tiring sometimes and my schedule is all over the place, but I love it.”

His mother’s eyes were on her son the entire time, a grin lingering on her face when she sees her son ready to devour you. His glances towards you were warm and loving, he even looks proud of you when you talk about how you have medical students being trained under you. “That’s incredible.” His father speaks, “My friend teaches at your hospital, I’m pretty sure you know him.” And he mentions his friend who actually taught you too, which makes you bond with his father in a snap of a finger.

“And when did you and Joonie meet? His schedule is all over the place too.” Soohyun leans her elbows on the table. “You must’ve met him back when he was still married.”

She clearly didn’t mean no harm, but you find it hard to swallow even though it’s true, and since your hand that’s holding onto Namjoon’s is sitting onto his leg, you can feel him nudge his mother with his leg which makes you force a laugh, “Yes, we met around six months ago.”

“Actually I came onto her.” Namjoon looks at you, his eyes traveling down to your lips and his hands gripping tighter to yours. “And I was unfair to her when I didn’t let her know about my situation.”

“Are you happy?” His mother asks, one hand on her chest and the other reaching to grab Namjoon’s. He smiles and nods his head. “I am. I really am.” Which makes her heart full, she’s really proud of her son that he managed to not only go through this on his own, yet he got back on his feet really fast and is currently happy being with someone else.

At this point you’re totally numb, you could easily fold at what he’s saying but you’re still stiff in your seat. The things you do for this man.

His mother again bonds with you in seconds when she brings up Namjoon’s embarrassing childhood which makes you laugh your heart out, she can easily tell that you’re nervous which makes her a little glad that you actually care what they think of you, which by the way they adore you.

The conversation was about to go downhill a couple of times when his mom mentioning that it’s so hard to raise your first child, she clearly said that you’ll understand what she’s talking about when you and Namjoon have kids. Namjoon was sulking in his seat totally embarrassed and you trying to avoid the topic with dumb ways.

-

“It was really nice to see you.” You shake their hands one last time before hugging your cardigan tighter around your chest, it was just starting to rain and the weather is starting to get really windy during the night time. “You two should totally come over to Ilsan this upcoming weekend, we have to show you around the town.” His father suggests, his relationship with Namjoon’s ex partner was really shallow and they barely spoke, he was generally excited to have you over and show you around their town after you two had mentioned something about the bike path around the lake park.

“Do you wanna go?” Namjoon puts one hand in his pocket and wraps the other one around you, you nod your head aggressively. “Absolutely, I would love to.”

“We’ll see you next weekend.” They finally bid their goodbyes and head back to their rented car, and you and Namjoon hit the road back to his place.  “So how was it?” He barely glances towards you when he’s driving. You lean your head back and sigh. “I need to lay down.”

Your social battery was running low, you spent the entire evening in an uncomfortable dress while having to keep talking, and sometimes even forcing out a laugh or anything. You couldn’t wait to go back home because you have a shift to cover the next morning. “I can’t think with this dress on, and I need to take my heels off like right now.”

“My place or yours?” He asks, and you answer right away. “Mine, I have to work tomorrow.”

As you two get into your place, you rush to take your heels off and run over to your bedroom, you plop down onto your bed face first and hug onto your pillows. “It feels good to be home.”

He laughs when he makes his way towards your bed and plop down on his back right next to you. “Are you okay?”

You nod and turn to face him. “Yeah, it was okay. Although I think we should’ve took things a tad slower.”

“Slower?” He sits on his elbows, his face tilted towards you, and you continue. “To them I’m still a stranger who’s going out with their son, and they probably think I was the reason you really got the divorce.”

“But you were.” He shrugs. Your eyes meet and right when you’re about to ask him to elaborate he continues. “Y/N, when I met you I realized that my life would be a waste of time if it wasn’t with you.”

“You’re overreacting.” You roll your eyes. “You got that from meeting me when I was drunk in a bar? Come on Joon.”

He nudges you with his elbow and chuckles. “I did. I went back home that night thinking about you. Maybe it was physical to begin with and maybe it was a little selfish to not let you know that I was involved in a relationship, deep down I missed the feeling of being loved and touched by someone who actually craves me and wants me for me. And you gave me everything I needed which made me hold on to you.”

You giggle and nudge him back. “It was a little selfish, but we need to stop bringing this up, it’s the past now.”

“You’re right. But you’re more than that to me, you’re incredibly beautiful and really smart, and not to sound so desperate but I want to be around you the entire time.” He whispers.

“I did get the divorce because I wanted you instead.” He inches closer to print the softest kiss to your forehead, you can’t remember if you were ever kissed there but it feels different on so many levels. It’s nothing like the kiss on the lips that you’re used to, and it’s totally different from the kisses and pecks you get on your cheeks from people around you.

It feels warmer and a lot more.. Loving.

Your eyes meets his, it feels like it’s your first time seeing this side from him and it probably is. He even smiles which makes you totally lost in his features, your stomach suddenly pinches you and is this what actual butterflies feel like?

Your face heats up and you clear your throat, your gaze never leaving his, he tucks your hair behind your ear and inches closer to press his lips against yours softly, printing the softest most loving kiss you’ve ever felt.

Forget the butterflies, is this what actual feelings feel like? It suddenly hits you, you’re not unsure anymore. You know exactly what you want with him.

“I really wanted this to be special, but I can’t hold it back any longer.” He covers his face and throws his head back onto your bed, laughing and curling in his spot. “Just say it Namjoon.” You laugh and hit his chest.

“I want you to be my girlfriend.” He finally gathers up enough courage to spit it out, which makes you laugh your heart out. “This is not middle school Joon. You’re thirty and I’m like twenty something.”

“Come on, just say yes.” He bites on his bottom lip, you decide on teasing him so you lean your chin onto your palm and hum. “Give me some time to think.” Of course you were going to say yes, but you enjoyed seeing him like this. “Make me say yes.”

He grabs your head closer to press his lips against yours, adrenaline rushes through both your bodies and you climb on top of him, leaning your body against his, his hands grab onto your hips before he fully wraps his arms around your waist to hug you towards him, his lips melting with yours into a deep kiss, his teeth grazing over your lower lip to bite into it softly and tugging it. “Alright.” You lean your forehead against his with your eyes half open.

His hands caress your cheeks and he pulls you in for a quick peck. “Is that a yes?” A grin fighting the urge to appear on his lips, you nod your head and nuzzle your nose against his. “Yes.”

-

“Oh, rest in peace to the Namjoon that escorted me to my seat.” You raise an eyebrow at him while taking a sip of your coffee. “Typical male behavior, you’re always too nice in the beginning—“

“I would kiss you to shut you up really, but I’m working.” He interrupts you.

It’s the weekend already and you two are finally flying to Ilsan to stay at his parents, he kept insisting that he wants to be alone and away and even tried to convince you to forget about Ilsan and fly to Jeju or something but of course you had to say no, you promised his parents after all. Although you felt bad for the man who’s been working nonstop this week, so this is like a little vacation for you two.

Of course he’s flying the plane and he gifted you your tickets, and of course you would agree, because come on.

Who wouldn’t fly for free?

You two are sitting near the gate and the cabin crew started boarding, and when he stands up and collects his phone and coffee you rolled your eyes, he once escorted you to your seat and now he’s going ahead of you.

“Even if you weren’t working, I wasn’t going to allow you to kiss me.” You shrug your shoulders carelessly, taking another sip of your coffee which makes him roll his eyes. “You’re so dramatic, come here.” He leans one of his palms against the coffee table and bends down to cup your cheek and kiss you on the lips. “I’ll see you on board baby, okay?”

“Fine.” The little smirk you were trying to hide finally shows on your face when your lip curves up a little.

Namjoon boards the plane, and not too long after you get on board and you finally get seated, you buckle up, put your important documents back in your bag and look through the window, the cabin crew serves you champagne which you are more than glad to have, you needed something to relax you since you were already nervous at the fact of having to not only meet his parents again, this time you’re staying with them for the whole weekend.

You took the champagne because you wouldn’t mind some pampering after all.

Namjoon makes his way out from the cockpit and makes small talk with the flight attendants, and damn it  you wish he didn’t look that good when he’s talking to other women.

You curse on the inside at the birth control you’re on because it makes you very hormonal, not in an emotional way, but in a physical way, your body is on fire the whole time. So when you see him in his uniform, his shirt so tight around his arm and his chest, his fingers go through his dark long hair before he looks around trying to locate you, and when your eyes meets he flashes you a smile that melts your heart in a second.

He makes his way towards you and leans down and puts his hands on your legs. “Hey beautiful.”

“Hey captain.” You play with the badges on his shoulder and lean forward. “You look like a snack.”

“A snack?” He teases and his eyes land on your lips, you nod and continue. “And I would love a snack right now.”

“Careful what you wish for baby.” He whispers and visibly swallows. “Just give me a sign and I will fuck you right here, and they can hear, or watch I don’t care.”

“Oh so it’s okay to fuck me on the plane, but it’s not okay to kiss me in the airport?” You scoff. “Captain, we’re ready for the takeoff announcement.” The flight attendant nudges his shoulder from behind and cuts through the sexual tension that was increasing by the second between the two of you, he stands up in front of you and your eyes level with his covered boner.

You could swear if passengers took their time and squint really hard they would notice.

He puts his hands in his pockets to loosen the tightness, and he can clearly see your eyes locked onto his erection. “It’s all for you.”

“Mister Kim?” The flight attendant calls for him again and he turns to walk to the front of the plane.

He grabs the speaker phone and turns to face the passengers.

“Good evening passengers, this is your captain Kim Namjoon speaking.” And fuck you can’t control yourself anymore.

“First I’d like to welcome you on Korean airlines flight number KA87 heading to Ilsan, we are currently third in line for takeoff.” He looks at his watch. “We are expected to be in the air in approximately eleven minutes, we’ll be up to a cruising altitude of 35 thousand feet, flight time will be one hour, if the seat belt sign is turned please remain seated with your seatbelts fastened.”

He looks at you in the eyes with one of his eyebrows shooting up. “In about ten minutes after departure the cabin crew will be coming around to offer you a light snack and a beverage, until then, sit back, relax and enjoy your flight, thank you.”

He closes the speaker phone and gives you one last look before he turns and heads back inside the cockpit.

You feel extremely impatient and you cannot wait for the second you land there, you have to let it out of your system and you don’t a single damn about his parents at this moment.

Almost 20 minutes into the flight, you’re leaning your head back and looking through the window, a second away from closing your eyes and taking a nap before you hear one of the flight attendants come out from the cockpit, you can’t take your eyes off of her especially when she’s walking towards you.

“Ma’am?” She leans forward to whisper. “We have the lavatory ready for you if you want to.”

You stare at her totally clueless of what she’s talking about, you even look behind you to make sure that she’s talking to you. “Huh?”

She turns her head to look towards the cockpit and you follow her eyesight, and you can see Namjoon waiting near the door with his hands in his pockets, eyes locked onto you.

He’s been waiting for this moment since forever. All his colleagues experienced the mile high club, and back when he was with his ex wife, they suggested that Namjoon should bring her along so he can have that experience too, but of course, they were never there together, they never even had a spark.

And finally, today Namjoon asked the cabin crew to empty out the lavatory throughout the entire flight so he can fulfill one of his long awaited wishes.

You and Namjoon had never done things publicly and you find it a little risky, the plane was too small and you’re not sure if you can control yourself.

You unbuckle your belt and watch Namjoon go inside the bathroom, you nod your head thank you to the flight attendant and follow Namjoon in there, your stomach drops at the excitement and thrill of this idea.

You lock the door behind you and look up at him. “Namjoon we can’t do anything here.”

He rolls his eyes and leans his arm on the door behind you to corner you in the little tiny lavatory that barely leaves you space to get away. “It won’t take ten minutes, come on.” He buries his face in the crook of your neck and inhales your scent before peppering you with little wet kisses on your skin that’s slowly heating up.

“Out of all places you want to have sex here?” Your eyes feel heavy when he sends goosebumps all over your body with his hot breath, he even whispers. “I’ve been wanting to do this to you for so long.” An audible smirk in his voice. “I want you to cum and I need to watch you trying to stay quiet.”

“They’ll hear us.” You hardly make the effort to push him because you want it too. And the thrill of being heard or caught makes your heart skip a beat and your thighs are already pressed together.

He prints one last kiss onto your jaw and leans his forehead against yours, his fingers wrapping around your neck not too tight. “You know, I kind of want them to hear us, or probably see you with my cum all over that beautiful face of yours.”

Your breath hitches when he tightens the grip around your neck and presses his body against yours, you can feel every inch of him against you including his angry cock that’s buried into his tight pant and begging to be let out.

He steals one kiss from your lips and goes down on his knees, lifting your shirt up to kiss your belly button and move further down to unzip your pants and pull them down with your panties to your ankles. His smirk doesn’t wash away when he sees how wet you already are when he barely touched you, and even when you two have been together for a while now this still boosts up his ego. “Look at you.”

“Shut up.” You whine and lean your head back against the door, your stomach dropping in anticipation at the thought of him touching you, at the thought of his mouth coming in contact to your wet folds.

His gaze meets yours for a split second, you feel your heart racing and you immediately look away, your face and body heating up, you’re slowly getting impatient, and he knows exactly how to tease you. Your body flinches and you immediately grab onto his hair when his plump lips finally landing onto your cunt, his tongue collecting the wetness that already escaped you and finally landing onto your clit before pulling back. He catches the string of your wetness that’s still attached to his lips with his finger and sucks on it. “Mmm.”

A rush of adrenaline combs your entire body that makes you grab tighter onto his hair and pull him towards you, of course he saw it coming and he’s been wanting to lick you clean, both his hands hug your thighs and he dives in, sucking onto your little throbbing bean and flicking his tongue against it, the taste of you sits on his mouth and you taste like absolute candy to him.

“Oh my god.” You find it hard to keep quiet when you feel your body slowly being drugged with pleasure, the man knows what to do with his hands and he slowly teases your entrance and pushes his middle and ring finger inside your clenching vagina making you gasp. He gets up onto his feet to whisper. “Fuck, I knew I’d enjoy watching you suffer to stay quiet.”

His cock is already bulging through his pants when he speaks, you move your knee up to rub it against his clothed boner, he bites onto his bottom lip as his hands work to his neck as he removes his neck tie quickly and grabs your hands together tying them up tightly, he grabs you by your shoulder and pushes you down on the bathroom floor, your head pressed against the door as he unzips his pants and takes out his dick to stroke it a couple of times before pointing it to your lips. “Open.”

You look him up in the eyes and bite onto your lips, he wraps his fingers around your neck and bends down to whisper while biting on his own teeth. “I said open.” And you obey immediately, opening your mouth and he doesn’t hesitate once before spitting on his palm and stroking his cock and shoving it into your mouth, tugging tightly on your hair and fucking your face.

You choke on him with your spit drooling down your chin and top, the tip of his cock repeatedly rubbing down your tonsils, subtle gags escape your mouth while you dig your nails into his thighs trying to slow him down but it was kind of useless. He throws his head back and his jaw falls down when he feels your throat tightening around every curve of his cock.

Your thighs are pressed against each other at the thrill of the situation, your body is acting up on it and you’re even turned on more at the thought of being caught or heard in the bathroom. Although Namjoon on the other side doesn’t care at all, he is willing to pound into you and he won’t care if you were caught or heard. His uncontrollable thrusts down your throat finally halt down when you push him strong enough to catch a breath, you look up at him and wipe your mouth with the back of your tied up hands while you’re panting. “Are you okay princess?” He leans forward towards you while he grazes his thumb on your bottom lip and jaw. Your innocent nods with your doe eyes locked onto his drives him insane. He’s even more impatient to fuck you senseless right now.

He helps you rise up on your feet and presses you against the door again to kiss you harder than before, you grab onto his cock to palm it slowly, you pull back from the kiss and bury your face in the crook of his neck to inhale his scent and kiss him, licking your way up to his ear. “Where do you want me to cum?” He barely speaks when he’s already out of breath.

You look into his eyes worried and confused for a second, he chuckles and turns you to face the lavatory door and whispers into your ear. “After I fuck you of course.” His hands already working to pull down your jeans and panties to your ankles, the view of your wet folds right in front of him makes him go feral and as much as he wants to eat you out again right now but he can’t leave the cockpit empty for too long.

“I can’t let you cum on my face when we’re less than an hour away from meeting your parents.” You look at him over your shoulder, he delivers a loud spank onto your ass and grabs his cock to rub your folds with the tip, smearing your wetness all over your pussy that’s already clenching and asking for attention. “Mmm.” Escapes your lips that you’re biting on when he presses against your entrance.

“Although it’s quite tempting to cum on that beautiful face of yours.” He pushes the tip of his cock into you making you hold your breath and clench onto your fists, the stretch is incredible and it’s already making you see stars. “I think it’s picture worthy.” He smirks and pulls out of you before spitting onto his fingers and rubbing your entrance and pushing back again slowly, this time pushing further inside you and the angle is driving you insane.

“Holy fuck.” You can’t seem to swallow your whimpers, he bites onto your earlobe before whispering. “That little slutty cunt of yours takes me so well baby, doesn’t it?”

“Mhm.” You agree right away and your eyes shut tight when he pushes his cock balls deep into you forcing a breath out of your lungs. His pulsating cock inside you feels so good when it hits all the right spots, and he doesn’t waste the chance to make you feel so good with his fingers when he uses two fingers to rub your clit slowly, your hips grind down on him and he takes at a sign to go when he feels your wet cunt relax around him.

 As he finally prepares to pound into you, he wraps one arm around your waist to pin you against him, and the other hand moves to your neck, his fingers wrapping around it and adding the perfect amount of pressure to make it feel better.

Slowly he starts moving his hips up against yours, the friction inside you is incredible and with each thrust the tip hits your spot making the pressure inside your stomach increase and you feel your body tensing. You cover your own mouth with your hand because you’re only seconds away from screaming out his name when he starts slamming inside you.

You look at him over your shoulder to meet his gaze, his eyes are lost between yours and the view of his cock disappearing in and out of you. And in his head he’s totally glad that condoms are officially off the table and no longer an option.

He feels your cunt relax around him before clenching again, he knows your body so well and he’s totally aware that you came surprisingly fast. Your eyes shut and your body shudders in front of him, your legs barely holding the weight of your body and you feel them shaking even.

Your chest rises to catch a breath and only one little whimper makes it out of your lips, your entire back relaxes and you grind your hips against his through your orgasm and he makes sure to pound into you faster through it too. You didn’t know it was physically possible but you feel yourself chasing after another orgasm even when you’re already over stimulated.

Right outside the door you’re leaned against is the flight attendant guarding the door, and she can clearly hear the sounds of your body meeting his which makes her rummage through the glasses to make any sort of noise for the passengers not to hear.

And Namjoon couldn’t give a single care whether people heard or even saw, his fogged up brain can’t comprehend anything but the fact that he’s fucking the woman he’s head over heels for raw which drives him feral and he even pounds harder inside you that you lose your gate and you can’t stand on your feet anymore.

He turns you to face him and lifts you up against the door to wrap your legs around him, and in less than a second he slams harder than before inside you. And you’re fucked already. Your hair is frizzy and your face is flushed red and sweaty, your heart is racing when you feel your next orgasm, and this time you feel it building in your shoulders and your lower back, it feels fucking insane that your tears roll down your cheeks, you cry out his name over and over with each bounce on him. It’s heavier than an orgasm and you know it, he knows it too.. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me baby, good girl.” He delivers a loud spank to your ass cheek that you instantly feel it heating up, and you can’t see it but it totally left a print there.

He grabs onto you tighter and seconds after fucking your breaths out of you, you’re squirting on him hard enough to push his cock out of you and he’s so aroused by what he’s seeing. You cry his name out again with your hand reaching down to your pussy to rub it while you’re squirting, his motion halting and slowly coming to an end when he feels your body calming down slowly.

He presses his forehead against yours and devours into your lips, you’re barely keeping  up with him when you’re trying to catch a breath, he puts you down onto your feet and turns you again to face the door, he needs to cum on the view of your ass spread onto his cock all fucked up by his dick, your squirt soaked him so wet. He reaches his hand for his cock and starts stroking it with his other hand onto your ass, his grip tightens around the head and he jerks himself off to the view of your swollen pink pussy. “Shit—“ He starts releasing his seed onto your ass and cunt, his body tenses with each release before finally relaxing and shooting the last drop near your entrance.

You reach your hand down to rub your clit with that drop, smearing it all over your pussy before putting your fingers into your mouth to taste him, your gaze meets his over your shoulder and you laughs lazily before reaching your hand down to his cock stroking it slowly, “Your pull out game is excellent.”

“I was forced out.” He mirrors your laugh and spanks your ass again making you giggle, you take a step forward and walk towards the mirror, turning to see your ass. “Great art work too.”

“Next time I’ll do the same art work on your face.” He shrugs. “No excuses then, I’m taking pictures of it.” He grabs the toilet paper and rips some.

“Then do it.” You look at him, blinking your eyes a couple of times and he laughs, thinking that you might be joking but you’re not, and he realizes that when you don’t laugh. “You’re kidding.”

And to prove that you’re not, you see his phone in his pocket so you pick it out and slide to the left to open the camera app and hand it to him. “I think this is picture worthy too. Unless you think otherwise.”

It takes him a couple of seconds to take the phone from your hand and get ready to take the shot. “Turn around.” And you don’t think twice, turning around and leaning forward a little to reveal the art work.

He proceeds to take the picture of your lovely ass painted with his cum, the head of his dick positioned against your butt cheek which makes the photos eve spicier. He doesn’t get enough as he kneels down and snaps a couple more pictures, examining them and snapping a couple more again, before getting up and handing you the phone, and if he had the time he would’ve licked you clean and made you cum one more time.

You grab his phone and scroll through the pictures before looking up at him. “Joonie do you think they heard us?”

He grabs the scrunched up toilet paper and runs it under warm water before cleaning you up. “I think so, yeah. So what? Who cares if they heard or not.”

“Oh my god. Of course you don’t care you’re going back to the cockpit but I have to get back to my seat.” You put your pants on. “Can I stay here for the rest of the flight?”

He chuckles before pressing one last kiss onto your lips. “I’ll walk out first if it makes you feel better.” He puts his boxers back on and zips his pants. “I’ll see you later.”

-

The sun was setting near the lake, you and his father rented a couple bikes and drove around the lake while chatting and even racing. Your stomach was starting to hurt from all the laughing and goofing around, the man was incredible and really sweet to you and he was enjoying the bike ride  more than you are. He does activities like that with his daughter but if felt really warm to the heart to be able to do this kind of activities with someone new.

Namjoon was watching you from afar with his mother, both carrying their hot drinks and walking around the lake, it was cold enough to put on heavy jackets and scarves, smokes of condensation rising up from their mouths as they speak. “Your father is having way more fun than I thought.”

Namjoon laughs and bobs his head. “Y/N is  a really nice person and it’s so easy being around her, it just feels normal.”

“Yeah, this afternoon your  father kept blabbering about her nonstop, she’s like a friend he never had.” She crosses her arms and sits on the nearest bench. “He loves her.”

“And you?”

“She makes my son happy, of course I love her.” She leans her head onto his shoulder. “And you?”

“Yes.” He very clearly answers, not beating around the bush. “I’m in love with her.”

He doesn’t even think before speaking as words just flow out of his mouth. “And I don’t think I’ve loved anyone this way before, I haven’t been completely honest with anyone about this yet, but I can easily see myself spending the rest of my life with her.”

“Joonie, honey you need to take things slower.” She worriedly speaks, her hand landing on his knee for reassurance. “I want you to choose her when you’re really sure that she’s the one.”

“I know she’s the one.” He wraps his arm around her shoulder and exhales, a large cloud escaping his mouth. “Do you think she feels the same way?”

“Otherwise she wouldn’t have agreed to spend the weekend with your old parents, and trust me she would’ve backed out on hanging out with your father.” Namjoon and his mother both look up at you and his father laughing your hearts out at how you almost fell into the lake after your last race.

“You’re  right.” He bites onto his lip when he sees you putting the bike down and sitting onto the floor near the lake, totally pooped out and exhausted. “I need to rest.” You even cough and put your hand on your stomach. You needed to catch a breath.

“Look at your father.” His mother laughs when she sees her husband put his bike down and land onto the floor next to you. “I’ve been trying to convince him for ages to come here and ride our bikes but it takes your girlfriend one dinner.”

“Should I be worried? Is he going to try and steal her away from me?” Namjoon jokes and rubs her shoulder. “Mom are you jealous?”

“Of course I’m not.” She straightens her back and takes a look at her husband who quickly rises on his feet when you do, you make your way towards a bunch of children skateboarding and ask to join them even when you never did it before. “Okay maybe I am, but just a little.” And Namjoon laughs at his mother while he’s anxiously looking at you worried you’d hurt yourself.

The moment he realized how he actually felt towards you, there’s this instinct that built inside him and he feels the need to protect you at all costs, and he needs to keep you safe, he wouldn’t want you to be hurt or upset. It may be a father instinct but not in a creepy way or anything because he feels the same way towards Jay. He’s always on standby when you’re away from him, ready to help you and pick you up if you fall.

“Is your father actually going to ride the skateboard? … Oh no he is.”

You’re holding his father’s hands while he’s trying to balance on the skateboard, and you’re laughing your heart out at him when he’s stiff and trying his best not to fall, and he’s bickering at you and biting onto his own teeth trying to hold a laugh.

Not only Namjoon and his mother are watching you.

There’s another set of eyes staring at you from far way wondering what you and Namjoon did to actually deserve being happy, because this person simply thinks you don’t.

She thinks that all the misery she’s currently going through is all because of him, she wasted her life being with him and she wasn’t even half happy, she never wanted him nor loved him.

Back when he tutored her when they were in high school she never thought of him more than a friend  or even a classmate, her parents never forced her neither, they simply manipulated her and made her think that he’s going to be her partner for the rest of her life.

They dated not because they wanted to, they simply dated because they were around each other the entire time, and if she recalls correctly, she never told him that she loved him because she never did, and she didn’t hate him neither back then.

Her entire life growing up was a literal struggle when her parents kept comparing her to him. Namjoon is better at this, Namjoon got a higher grade, Namjoon is smarter, Namjoon this Namjoon that.

Okay scratch the fact that she didn’t hate him, she does, and more than ever.

She hates the way he always looked at her, she hates the way he talks and even the voice tone he argued with, she couldn’t stand his touch, the way his hand felt on her skin was unbearable.

The nights she cried herself to sleep were countless, she thinks he doesn’t deserve this happy ending and he simply just can’t have it.

What made things even worse was in fact Jay, she can’t stand the man and now she has a piece of him lying around her and actually calling her mom, and by then she knowss she reached rock bottom.

And to be fair she wasn’t quite disappointed when she found out that he’s seeing someone, she thought it could be her only way out and it actually was. But Namjoon does not deserve to be this happy.

Seeing you with his family around the lake scratched something inside her and made her insist on fucking up your lives even more. She needs to take her revenge even when she can easily admit that it was equally her fault and he feels the same way towards her.

And what better way is there to hurt Namjoon than to hurt the person he loves the most?

Namjoon gets up on his feet quickly and rushes towards you when you fall to the floor while you were trying to balance on the skateboard. Your ankle hurts and you scraped your knee until it was actually bleeding. “It’s okay, you’re okay, right?” He gets down onto his knees to help you, you gasp when his hand hovers above your knee barely touching it. “It hurts.”

“You should’ve thought about this earlier when you decided getting on the skateboard.” Namjoon carries you up and puts you down on the nearest bench before looking around trying to figure out  a way to help you. “We’ll return the bikes, you can take her home.” His father suggests before Soohyun hits his shoulder. “You’re equally guilty.”

The man argues with his wife and Namjoon rolls his eyes. “I’ll take Y/N home.” And he proceeds to carry you up again and walk towards his car that wasn’t parked very far away before he takes you home.

“I’m sorry I probably ruined the night.” You land on his bed before he kneels down to wipe the blood on your knees with an alcohol swab. “Of course you didn’t, don’t say that, you were having fun.”

“I saw you talking to your mom.” You clench your fists into the bed sheets when the alcohol starts burning your wound, “I’m almost done. Yeah we were chatting.”

“Mhm.” You nod, then the room turns quiet for nearly a minute, you look at his lips twitching as if there’s something to say and he’s been hiding something. Before he finally speaks. “I’m in love with you Y/N.”

Your heart races because you didn’t see that coming, you knew it already but it felt different to actually hear it.

Your gaze shifts to his  eyes as he reciprocates, he clears his throat and exhales. “I’ve been wanting to tell you a couple nights before I got the divorce, I just didn’t want to scare you or something.. Which seems.. That you are.. right now?”

“N-no. I’m not scared, there’s nothing to be scared about.” You shrug nonchalantly, trying hard to keep a straight face, “I just… Didn’t see it coming like right now.”

“Right now?” He asks.

“I figured I’d be dressed up when you actually  say it, but right now I smell like blood and actually need a shower.”

He tilts his face as his eyes are still locked onto yours, before he leans in and presses the softest kiss to your cheek. “I don’t care.”

You find it very hard to say it back even when you feel the same way, it’s just that you never did this before, you never told anyone that you were in love with them too. “Okay.”

Honestly no answer was better than this answer. That was so stupid.

“Okay?” He laughs, this could usually set any guy off and it could easily mean that you don’t love him back. But Namjoon knows  you very well like the back of his hand and he knows you feel the same way. And he feels so relieved that he finally said it to you.

“Okay.” You giggle. He cups your cheek and kisses your cheek once more before saying. “Okay.” And nodding his head.

No matter how hard his ex wife tried to hurt you, Namjoon was always one step ahead of her, he’s been living with that woman for three years he knows how she thinks.

Her thought process was impaired and she was blinded by hate, he knew she’s onto something but he can’t tell you, and he’ll try his best to handle everything without you knowing and having to be worried or scared.

He was always there for you and he can’t let you get hurt.

What’s blackmail going to be about hehe

Blackmail | KTH [ trailer ]

Pairing: Idol!taehyung x reader

Genre: smut, angst. Five shot

Synopsis: being part of their staff meant you had to be around them all the time, Taehyung has a checklist of all the girls he slept with and filmed and you were next on the list, as he lures you using several ways one of them being actually showing you the content he films, before you finally give in and he actually films you to tick you off of his list. Little do you know it’s the biggest mistake ever.

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Cockpit | knj

Pair: Namjoon x reader

Summary: Namjoon goes through a rough time while getting a divorce, meeting you at the club two weeks in a row when attraction becomes unreal.

Rating: +18 mature content, Smut, divorce, fatherhood,

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It’s early in the summer, about the end of June you are finally able to take a weekend off of work, the hospital you work at never gave up on you through the weekends, especially during summer weekends where most accidents occur, which is specifically the season you regret taking your medical degree.

Standing in your apartment around 8 in the evening, struggling to correct your eyeliner in front of the long full body mirror in your bedroom, you curse under your breath for fucking up your eyeliner again before putting down the pencil and smudging the stupid line you already put on your lash lines.

You applaud yourself, even though you sucked to begin with, it didn’t turn out half bad. Or at least that’s what you convince yourself.

Your phone buzzes on  your nightstand which makes the music you’re already playing on your phone go quieter, you turn while singing the missed part of the song you’re playing, you look at the screen, it’s Hoseok, your high school best friend who ended up being your really close friend even after all these years of studying abroad and being busy with work, your parents became close with his since they already love him.

You slide down the notification.

“you better be ready when im there”

“u know I hate waiting in the car”

“and you always take so long so pls be ready”

You were going to the club to celebrate the last weekend of your friend Yoongi being single, you had already chose a short flattering, but very revealing dress, barely covers your lower ass, silver that fully exposes the tattoo on your spine of a long flower that ends on the nape of your neck, your dress barely covers your lower back, with silver high heels.

You rarely get a chance to dress up because of your time consuming work that robbed all the fun out of your life, not long ago you started balancing work and having an actual life, you and Hoseok visited different clubs and went on so many hiking trip together through the past year which resulted in you making a new friend to add to your group, Hoseok is such a social butterfly and a comfortable person to be around.

Your lips curve in a soft smile, well he’s right, no matter how hard you try to manage your time, you’re always late, your fingers automatically hover over the screen to reply.

“yes sir.” With a salute emoji.

You get up and take off your pajama set and get into the small dress you chose, you loosen your big curls and make the final touches, you’re looking perfect and you knew it, tonight will be solely about having fun, Yoongi is actually getting married!

Your phone rings after a few minutes and you know it’s Hoseok, you answer and inform him that you’ll be down in seconds, you take your purse and put in your sample size perfume, phone and lipstick, before getting in your not comfortable very high heels, you turn off the lights and make your way out of the building.

You spot his fancy Porsche parked right in front of the entrance, you roll your eyes when you see him walk out the car and make his way towards you.

“Look at you.” He holds his hands out to hold yours. “You look like a disco ball.” He spins you and whistles, which makes click your tongue and look at him with your free hand on your hip.

“A beautiful disco ball.” He elaborates, he looks good too, wearing a gray suit with the first 4 buttons of his off-white shirt unbuttoned. You hug him and give him a soft kiss on the cheek. “Let’s get going we’re already late.”

Flaws and all, I love ‘em all, to me you’re perfect

The moment you walk into the club, Hoseok walking behind you with his hand on your back, slowly guiding you to the table you’re friends booked, place already packed with people. And once Taehyung spots you he gets up with his drink in his hand. “Finally.” He starts dancing, slowly making his way towards you, which makes you sway your shoulders, dancing with him and laugh at him, clearly he’s already drunk.

He hugs you in his big arms and kisses your temple softly. “There you are, I hope you enjoyed the hike you didn’t invite me to.” He says in a sarcastic note making you nudge him in the chest.

You, Hoseok, Yoongi and his fiancé Mia had went on a hike a couple weeks ago which Mia suggested and you couldn’t decline her offer, you could’ve told the boys but it all happened so quick, you didn’t get a chance to invite any of them.

“Come on, it wasn’t that fun any way.” You say subtly into his ear which he smirks and takes another sip of his drink, he hugs Hoseok before both of you approach your table, you hug Yoongi and he hugs you back. “It’s really happening huh?” You rub his back.

“I’m really putting my dick in jail.” He laughs, handing you his drink, which you don’t think twice before sipping it.

“Come on, we’re getting a round of shots!” Seokjin moves a seat away to give you space to sit, his hair grew longer than you could ever remember, he pushed it back but a few strands manage to slip on his forehead.

“You guys are already drunk?” You exclaim before taking a shot glass from him, you all stand up and clink your shots together.

“To putting Yoongi’s dick in jail!” Jungkook says loud which makes you all repeat after him. “To putting Yoongi’s dick in jail!” You swallow the shot and cringe immediately at the bitter taste, which makes you chase it with the nearest glass of juice you find on the table.

“Hey. Y/N, let’s dance.” Jimin puts his hand on your back, you shake your head immediately in refusal. “I need more alcohol.”

Jimin ends up pulling Taehyung to the dance floor, you take your seat between Yoongi and Seokjin, Hoseok already headed to the bar to grab you both drinks.

“They finally let you off work?” Seokjin asks out loud for you to hear him, you nod and straighten your back. “I didn’t take a weekend off since October.” You pout, he nods and take a sip of his drink. “You’ll figure it out soon, it’s always difficult in the beginning.”

You and Seokjin met at the bar near the hospital you work out, he’s a pediatrician resident in his 4th year, you never knew he worked at the same hospital until you met him at the bar, it was only Hi’s and Hello’s at the beginning of your friendship, but he made his way into the group when he actually showed up when you needed him, he’s a bully sometimes, which makes you laugh even when you force it out, but he’s the sweetest.

“And you?” You turn to Yoongi. “How are you not panicking?”

He rolls his eyes at you and puts his drink down, “Typical Y/N”

Studying abroad has definitely made you a bit more open minded than usual, it’s not that you refuse relationships, you’re totally not against them, but it’s just not your thing. You’ve never been through a full experience to love and be loved, but you never craved it. Back while you were studying, your week nights were devoted just for studying and focusing on your career, but on the weekends, you had to spend them out, partying, clubbing, having flings with a couple of people, you liked your lifestyle and you still enjoy it being like this.

You nudge Yoongi in his arm and add. “You’re so brave for doing this, I’m happy for you.”

“I would totally agree with Y/N, I would panic.” Jungkook shrugs, which makes you high five him.

“Come on.” Seokjin scoffs. “Jungkook wants to pound every pussy in Seoul before getting married.”

“Word.” Hoseok agrees without even getting the context while putting your drinks down, Jungkook’s mouth falls as if he was offended. “He’s not wrong.” Hoseok shrugged.

Not long after, you’re not completely drunk, but drunk enough to get on the dance floor with Taehyung and Yoongi, you’re sandwiched between them, the three of you dancing to the loud beat of music, the dance floor is crowded as hell, people making out and kissing in the corner of the club, some even grinding against each other, the place smells like a mix of perfume, cologne, and hormones.

Seokjin joins you eventually and starts dancing with you, you laugh at how stupidly drunk he is, his cheeks flushed red and his eyes barely kept open. You lean closer to his ear. “I’m gonna go grab a drink.”

You go over to the crowded bar, you hardly find a place to stand next to man waiting for his drink, you stumble on the small step you didn’t see, which you curse under your breath for not paying attention, you barely bump into the man’s elbow, you out of habit apologize while panicking. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He said, you could feel him looking down at you while you’re checking if your heels are okay, you shrug it off once it looks okay, you walk closer to the bar while leaning your elbows on it, waiting for the bartender to notice you.

“Are you okay?” The gentleman asks, right until now you realized you don’t know who this deep voice belongs to, you turn to look at him, sharp nose, a charming smile with a soft dimple on his cheek, small orbs that stare right into yours.

You visibly gulp and nod, studying his face and features more, he even dares to shoot a sweet smile at you. He knows he has a beautiful smile and he uses it as move to make.

And at this moment you realize you’ve been quite for an uncomfortable amount of time.

“Yeah. I’m alright.” You nod, you know it’s not that hot in June, but you’re sweating. He turned his face to the bartender and you notice his soft jaw and long neck, his long fingers wrap around the glass, you’re pretty sure he said something, but you were busy staring at his buff arms making their way to his back pocket to locate his wallet, your eyes chase every single movement he makes, and with his hands locating his wallet in his front pocket, your eyes fall on his thick thighs, where did this man come from?

“What can I get you?” The bartender asks, immediately making you snap out of your thoughts, you look up and clear your throat. “I’ll have a martini.”

An awkward silence and tension builds between you and the man right next to you, you want to say something but you don’t want to sound stupid, you choose to ignore your thoughts and just take your phone out of your purse and act occupied, you look very stupid when you’re deleting old pictures on your phone.

“Y/N?” He says, which makes your eyes widen and you almost choke in your own breath, you look at him again, Do you know him?

“I’m sorry?” You answer surprisingly fast, which makes him take a sip from his drink and laugh. “Your phone case is a pass card.”

You’re confused for a second, still trying to process what he’s saying, you’re drunk, but not drunk enough to be this stupid and slow and thick?

He can easily read your face and he shoots you another one of his smiles, he knows what he’s doing.

He gives you a look, which clearly means ‘Can I?’, And you shrug telling him to elaborate. He grabs your phone and flips it over still remaining in your hands, which reveals your see through phone case, that you have your hospital pass card inside it, showing your full name in a large font.

“Ah this.” You immediately turn your phone back, you hope he didn’t see too much, like where you work or what’s your job. You look back at him to see him staring right into your face, studying your features too.

“I’m Namjoon.” He reaches his hand out to shake yours, and you don’t hesitate at all to shake his hand back and feel his long fingers squeezing your hand ever so softly, both of you shaking hands and not letting go for a few seconds.

“I’m sorry for catching you off guard.” He grins, which makes you feel like something is pinching you in your stomach. “But you have your pass card on full display, which if it  makes you feel better, I just saw your first name, nothing else.”  He adds, like he knew what you were concerned about.

“Y/N!” Jungkook calls from behind, which makes you pull your hand away from Namjoon’s in the speed of light, your weird attitude doesn’t go unnoticed by him, he looks back at Jungkook and turns back to face the bar and take a sip of his drink.

“Come on, we’re popping the champagne.” Jungkook’s hand sits respectfully on your upper back, you nod and look back at him. “I’m waiting for my drink, I’ll follow you in a second.” although your drink has been sitting in front of you for the past few seconds, Jungkook is too drunk to notice and he heads back to your table, Namjoon turns to look at the sight of Jungkook joining the rest of the boys around the table.

“Your boyfriend?” He asks, which you think is a little bit over the line.

“Him?” You cringe. No offense to Jungkook, but you and him are just friends, you almost ended up sleeping with him long time ago and thankfully it didn’t happen, you’re just friends, and you’re smart enough to know it’s wrong if you did it. “Absolutely not.” You enunciate it.

Your fingers wrap around your drink and you know it’s your turn to make him look. “Nice to meet you Namjoon.” You clink your glass with his that’s resting on the table, and you turn and move your hair to the side to expose your tatted back to him, you walk towards the table and join the boys for the rest of the night.

Your night has come to an end, you’re leaning against the wall outside the club with Jimin waiting for Hoseok to bring his car, your heels in your hands and Jimin’s jacket  on your shoulders, muffled music from inside still in your ears, you’re done for the night, you’re not completely drunk, but you started having a strong headache minutes ago, you need to rest, shower and go to sleep.

You laugh at Taehyung teasing Jungkook and you join Taehyung, Jungkook ends up flipping Taehyung off and sending you a fly kiss which is way over you when you see behind him Namjoon, walking out of the club with what seems like his friends.

Ironically, you can hear the song ‘Satisfaction’ played from the inside.

Push me, and then just touch me.

Till I can get my satisfaction.

He had his suit jacket in his hands, he was rolling his shirt sleeves slowly up with his long fingers.

Are you drooling?

He sits on a near bench and just man spreads his legs, his hand taking out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket, he takes one out and puts it in between his plump lips, clicking the lighter a couple of times while shielding the flame with his other hand before it goes to his hair and runs his fingers through it, he looks around and notices you staring at him, you’re not even blinking. He hallows his cheeks while taking a drag and blows out a huge cloud of smoke.

This man walked out of a fucking book!

He doesn’t hesitate to show you his dimple one last time before winking at you, your breath hitches and your hand goes to your stomach, there’s a knot that you feel only he can make it feel better, you’re sweating more than usual, and you can feel the heat between your legs getting uncomfortable.

“Drive safe Hoseok.” Jin opens the passenger seat and looks at you, you snap out of your thoughts and turn towards the car, “Don’t forget our dinner tomorrow.” He adds.

You had already planned on a celebration dinner for Yoongi too, this time a little more formal considering some of the boys are bringing along their girlfriends. You nod and look one last time at Namjoon. You secretly wish you took his number or had a drink with him, but you’re not a girl who makes a first move, for your pride’s sake, it’s always guys making a move on you.

“Text me when you get there safe.” Yoongi leans his palms on the roof of the car, you get into the car and buckle your seat belts.

You and Yoongi didn’t meet long ago, about a year and a half ago, you were with Hoseok and Jungkook playing bowling, when Jungkook got a little too competitive and decided to challenge the table next to you, which had Yoongi, his girlfriend, now fiancé. And other friends. Yoongi won of course, which you and Hoseok admired that finally someone humbled this man, you met him again at the bowling place and you just clicked with him. He’s also offered his help since he works at a bank, he makes everything easier for you. He’s a true friend.

“Good night.” You smile at him. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” You wave to the rest of the boys and they wave back, you turn to look at that bench again, Namjoon must’ve left because you can’t locate him, you lean your head back into the car seat and your hands move to the air conditioning, you’re on fire!

Hoseok didn’t drink throughout the night since he’s driving, he did take a couple sips of whine, but he’s not drunk at all.

Doesn’t take that long to get back to your place, you undress and get into the shower and clean off your makeup, you take a bottle of water out from the fridge and sit in your living room.

The images of this man is haunting you, you only know his name and his face, you don’t know what he does, where he lives, how old is he?

You look at your phone and open up your social media, shuffling between the apps and searching ‘Namjoon’. You don’t even know his last name, he could use a picture that’s not his.

Your friends admired that you were talented in finding people’s accounts, especially when one of the men had a secret crush on a girl, you would help them find her social accounts by trying to search in different ways.

And you did manage to find an instagram account, the username matching his real name, the picture was taken on a beach, a figure of a tall man with his back turned to the camera, it could be him after all

You open the account but it’s clearly not active, following 120 accounts and followed by 70, and only 1 photo uploaded. But the account is private.

You put down your phone in frustration and sigh, you end up gulping your water and going to bed. It’s just a one time thing, you won’t see him again.

Or at least that’s what you think.

It’s the moment he walks back to his house when he feels the heavy weight of the world on his shoulders, he stands in front of his apartment door, debating whether he should go inside or just go crash at his parents.

No, no. They don’t have to know.

Kim Namjoon, the successful man who went out of the box and did the extraordinary, chose an out of the box job, with a high degree. Quickly managed to pull his life together and marry—well not the love of his life, it’s the woman he got used to being around.

Married for 3 years and not once did he feel that this marriage is about them, it was about her and only her.

First year was low key not that bad but not that good either, every married couple have fallouts, but he assumes that they both have to compromise, but only he had to compromise. She wants everything done her way, she wants him to eat what she eats, go where she goes, not out of love, but out of habit of controlling people around her.

Yet he was sweet and considerate, she travelled to a different province to live with him away from her parents, maybe that’s why she’s acting like this, she’s probably homesick, he did everything he could to make it up to her, he bathed her with love and gifts and money. He wanted to show her the world quite literally, but she just refuses every act of love, even denies his touch in front of their family, never did she ever like a photo he posted of both of them, she never left a comment which he really craves. He wants to show people he loves her.

Even when he once tried to surprise her on their one year anniversary, booked her first class seats to New York on new years eve, she completely rejected and never even said thank you. Goodness, she never even gifted him on his birthday.

Second year things went significantly downhill, when they found out she’s pregnant. Planning for kids was never on the table, not that they don’t want kids, but this kid is totally unplanned for. He so desperately wants to be a dad, but he’s not sure how she feels about him, or most importantly how he feels about her. They’re married just by name.

She made up an excuse for being a tough sleeper and she wanted her own bed, he gave up the master bedroom to give her her own space, and moved out to the couch at first when he thought it was temporarily or short termed.

3 Months, 4 months..

9 Months passed, she gave birth and came up with another excuse of the baby crying at night, he had flights to catch in the morning, she doesn’t want to mess up his sleep. As if she cares.

A man has his own desires, he tried different ways, kissing her, touching, even suggesting movie nights to show her something that might make her aroused, none.

He adores his son, that’s what’s keeping him sane at the moment, although when he comes back late from work, baby Jay mostly gets ready for bed by that time. Play time with daddy is not allowed, he can’t even love his son the way he should.

His son turned 2 in their third year of marriage, he can now talk , walk, even run. And baby Jay doesn’t seem to like mommy as much as he likes daddy, although he spends most of the weekends in Ilsan with her parents, but he’s still attached to his daddy.

It was 2 in the morning, standing in front of his apartment door, the debate tonight is taking longer than usual, especially when he saw you, the astonishing lady who fucking screams his type, outgoing, gorgeous, attractive, social hence your large group of friends.

He searches his pockets before fishing out his ring, puts it back on his left ring finger, before pressing the pass code on the door, the lights are.. On?

He makes his way inside his flat and locks the door behind him, “Where have you been?” She storms out from the guests room, a huge ugly frown on her once he thought was a pretty face.

“I’m sorry, I went out with guys from work.” Namjoon’s job kind of restrained him when it came to having friends, he did have some, but they ended up getting busy with their regular jobs and life, it became easier to hang out with his co workers because they got off work together, plus they click and get along really well.

“Do you know what time it is?”

When he looks at her, he swims in a deep pond of thoughts in his head, he can’t even remember the last time she showed him skin, he did excuse her when she gave birth when she wanted to be in comforting clothes, but their soon is at her parents house, she could at least try and show some skin.

In a pair of sweat pants and an oversized stained shirt, who is he to judge, at least she’s comfortable, and those stains show her effort of being a lousy housewife.

“I’m sorry.” He apologizes for the second time in a span of 4 minutes, walks closer to her, a few inches away from grabbing her hips, she immediately hovers her hand on his chest, not even touching him, signaling him to get away.  “Ew, did you smoke?” She covers her nose with the back of her hand, before turning and walking towards the bedroom while shutting off the living room lights. “Clean yourself up and go to bed, and turn of the rest of the lights, we’re paying too much for the bills.”

A small breath of frustration leaves his nose, she slams the door shut which he doesn’t even flinch, he’s so used to her being the worst human being he’s ever met.

He puts his jacket down on the couch and throws himself down on it, his head falls back and his eyes just close for a split second.

Music from the club still playing in his head when he remembers your breath taking figure walking away from him, your back explicitly making a show for him, he wished he could touch your tattoo with his fingertips at least. And what you didn’t see was his eyes roaming around your body, as if he’s not believing his eyes actually seeing someone that looks exactly like the woman he imagined having in his teenage years.

His eyes so passionately with high concentration focus on your calves and thighs, up to your ass that he wants to dive in so desperately, he admires your skin color, the small birthmark on the back of your thigh, your chest rising when your breathing quickens, up to your long neck begging for his fingers to just wrap around and for his lips to suck on, up to your lips pursing with each word and your tongue moving to your lower lip when you look at him, then finally his eyes met yours, and he finds the way you look at him insanely hot, he was never looked at like this, and he’s so positive that you both are on the same page.

His eyebrows scrunch in a frown when he rewinds the night.

Did you just flirt with someone when you’re married?  He thinks before scoffing, totally forgetting the tought that he started filing for divorce a couple weeks ago, without even letting his wife know, it’s the last thing he wanted for his son to experience his parents getting a divorce, but his marriage went down the pooper and it’s just a lost cause.

The lawyer said it’s going to take some time, especially when there’s a baby between them, but still, is he allowed to flirt with someone while still being involved in a marriage?

But fuck, what you actually do to him? He finds himself palming his jeans, slowly but surely unzipping it to make himself more comfortable, the bulge in his pants is way too tight for his liking.

He gets up and makes his way to the bathroom, undressing in seconds and getting under the running warm water, his hands move to his body lotion before he puts some into his palm and rubs it all over his sculpted big body, his hands going slowly to his already erect cock, he grabs the head tightly in between his thumb and index finger, stroking it slowly, making sure to take his time to feel the pleasure, his eyes even close and all he can see is you

Namjoon was a man with a fucking wild brain and an even wilder imagination, sudden scenarios go through his brain, you dancing, even him touching you, his eyes close tighter, not totally satisfied with his vanilla imagination, it needs to be harder.

And in a snap of a finger he can see himself fucking your tight pussy from behind, ruining you and using you to release all his frustration, he imagines kissing your spine and running his tongue on it. His messed up thoughts show him your mouth around his monstrously large dick, choking on it, and that’s when he totally gives in and grows weaker, his muscles relaxing when he shoots continuous white ribbons of cum on the shower floor, his breath going quicker when he releases, he tenses again and a small groan escapes his plump lips when he looks down at his cock still shooting cum, this has never happened with him before and it makes him wonder on the spot, fuck what are you doing to him.

His palm automatically leans on the wall for support, he starts breathing slowly to control his breath. He came hard imagining you in his hands, which if you knew you would be flattered.

He cleans himself up and gets out of the shower, gets dressed and rushes to bed, he has to pick up Jay from Ilsan tomorrow.

By far the best Namjoon smut I have yet read

Hold the Door | KNJ

Pairings: Namjoon x Reader

Rating: 18+ / Mature / Explicit

Synopsis: Will you ever have a normal elevator ride with Namjoon?

Word Count: 8.3k | read on ao3

Genres, Content Warnings, & Themes: Enemies to lovers, neighbors, angst, arguing / fighting, weed, dirty talk, smut (unprotected sex, oral sex, penetrative sex, semi-public sex)

Author’s Note: Written for this “anon” 😉, who has an incredible recurring dream about Namjoon! (Wish we were all just as lucky!) Thanks for your patience, and I hope you enjoy, dear friend!

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Saturday 4:42 PM

“Great, I was wondering whether this day would get any better.”

The sideways, questioning, but dazed glance that your best friend gives you is as flat as the tone with which your words fall to the, as-of-yet, unreplaced carpet in your apartment building’s lobby. Her lips are obscured by the tall, heavy stack of boxes contained in a brown bag, safely clutched and pinned to her body. And her face is mostly hidden by the massive bunch of pink and yellow balloons that are tied around her shoulder to keep them from floating away. But you know that she’s shooting you a pout of confusion.

You couldn’t lift your arms to press the elevator call button the first time, given that you’re weighed down by all the shopping bags. So you jut your elbow out again to gesture backwards and focus her attention on the nightmare who has just walked into your building.

To the unwitting soul, the navy, knit beanie and matching navy t-shirt and sweatpants shuffling toward you might have been pleasant to look at. Thrilling, even, judging by the look in your best friend’s eye, squinting and appraising, like a jeweller’s eye behind a glass. 

She doesn’t really know what she’s looking at.

“The answer, by the way, is a resounding no,” you say quickly, hoping to head off further questioning.

“But he’s hot,” she raves, the brown paper crinkling at her breath.

The elevator’s friendly ding! can’t come soon enough, and when it does, you quickly step into the back corner.

“Hold the door!” the navy-clad man calls from the entryway. His voice booms throughout the lobby. Even your doorman turns to peek inside.

Your best friend — or, now, ex-best friend — plants herself between the elevator doors. “That giant, steamy slice of beefcake is a no?” she asks, turning to face you.

“You heard me!” you repeat.

You step forward, kicking at her feet to move her out of the way. She kicks back, at a slight advantage with her heels. But then a new set of toes come into view. Toes outlined by navy plastic. 

“Namjoon,” you grumble as politely as you can, as you look up from his toes and into his face.

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Comfort

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff, slight angst

Summary: Namjoon’s been having a hard time and he just really need you right now.

A/N: Happy BELATED birthday, joonie <3 love you tons and tons until the day I die. Thank you forever. This is more of an I’m not late! Just early LMAO

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With a small sigh, you grabbed the remote and turned off the tv. Namjoon had locked himself in his studio all day, working hard as ever. You left him alone, of course, not wanting to bother him nor his work so you kept yourself busied all day by cleaning around the house.

Dinner was soon coming so you stepped into the kitchen, deciding what to prepare for the both of you. But before that, you wanted to pay joon a visit, just to make sure he was okay or if he needed anything.

“Come in,” You heard his voice on the other side, responding to your three knocks.

“Hey, do you need anything?” You asked as you peaked your head in.

His back was facing you so all he responded with was a shake of his head, meaning no.

“Okay. Well, if you do anything, call or text me? I’ll be in the kitchen making dinner. I love you,” You reminded him before shutting the door and then making your way day to the kitchen.

A small smile stretched across Namjoon’s face from his short interaction with you before he let out a deep sigh, going back to work.

-

Within 10 minutes into preparing for dinner, you got a text from Joon.

6:54pm

I love you too, jagi :)

You giggled lightly to yourself at his text.

-

When 7:30 rolled around, you were done with cooking and had set the table already. Now you just needed to call Namjoon down.

7:32pm

Dinner’s ready! Come and eat with me?

As soon as it delivered, you heard his studio door open and close, causing a big smile to rise onto your face as you waited for him.

“Hi,” You said as he sat down next to you.

“Hi, jagi,” Namjoon leaned over and gave a small kiss to your cheek.

With rosy cheeks, “Such a flirt,” you mumbled, causing him to chuckle slightly.

-

“Don’t worry, you can go back to working, I’ll clean up,” You stopped Joon before he picked up a plate.

“It’s okay, you’ve already done so much today,” He refused, picking up the plates before putting them into the sink.

You watched him start washing the dishes, a fond smile playing on your lips.

“You know, I’m the luckiest woman ever,” You sighed happily, snaking your arms around his torso from behind as you laid your face on his back.

You felt him shake his head, “I’m the one that’s lucky.”

Truth be told, Namjoon knew he didn’t need to help you clean up, but he’s been a bit stress with his work lately, so being with you calmed and comforted him.

-

“If you’re tired, don’t wait up for me, okay?” Joon mumbled into your hair. You don’t know how you two got into this situation, but y’all have been hugging for awhile now, and you didn’t want to let go at all.

“Mhm,” you hummed, eyes close as you breathed in his scent, squeezing your arms around him tighter.

“Don’t fall asleep on me now, pretty girl,” He chuckled, running his hand up and down your back.

“You’re so warm and cuddly right now. Plus, I miss you. Can you come to bed early tonight?” You asked, pulling away slightly with a pout.

“I miss you too, and I’ll try,” Joon gave you a small smile, looking into your eyes. He leaned down and gave your pouty lips a small kiss.

-

Namjoon didn’t want to admit that he was at his breaking point, but yeah, he was at his breaking point. It’s been three hours since he sent you off to bed and he was needing you more than ever.

After thinking for awhile, he decided to call it a day. Midnight was rolling around soon and he did say that he would try to come to bed early, so that’s exactly what he did. Turning off his studio lights, he shut the door and let out a long, deep breath. Namjoon could feel the lump in his throat growing by the second. Tears started to blur his vision before he slid down his door and let out small sobs.

You’re not surprised that you’re still awake by this hour. You’d always wait up for your boyfriend no matter how tired you were. After being zoned out for a bit while staring at the ceiling, the sound of cries snapped you out of it. You quickly threw the sheets off of you, making your way down the stairs.

“Joon? Is that you?” You whispered into the semi-dark hallway as you made your way to his studio.

Namjoon was too busy being in his own world that he didn’t even notice you until you touched his shoulder.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” You gently asked, a frown on your face as you squat down to him.

He didn’t say anything, just pulled you into him and hugged you tightly as he cried into your neck.

You began to worry. What was going on? Was he hurt? Did something happen? But you didn’t say or ask anything more, just let him cry while you played with his hair, shushing him hear and there, and running your hands up and down his back trying to soothe and calm him down. Then after awhile, Namjoon’s cries began to quiet down.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You gently once asked again, pressing a small kiss to his head.

“Just a bit stress, that’s all,” He replied, sniffling and pulling you even closer to him.

“Joonie… I know that you’re the leader, but if you’ve been feeling this way, please take a break and take care of yourself. You know that the boys care about you so much and they will understand,” You reason, pulling away slightly before wiping away his tears.

“I know, but what if I fail them by taking a break?” Namjoon sighed, a small frown on his face.

“What? Why would you ever think that. You’re failing yourself by overworking. Take a minute and just breathe. The boys are always lecturing you about taking care of yourself anyways, listen to them,” You reason once again, staring deeply into his eyes.

“Okay. Thank you, jagi. I’m so lucky to have you here with me,” He said.

“Let’s go to bed, yeah?” You ask, getting up.

Namjoon gave you a small nod before the both of you made your way up to your bedroom.

As soon as Namjoon got into bed after his shower, he pulled you closer to him. Wrapping his arms around your waist as he laid his head on your chest. Letting out a small yawn, Namjoon leaned up slightly to press a kiss to your lips before snuggling deeper into you then closing his eyes, letting sleep take over him.

“Goodnight, Joonie. I love you,” Deep breaths puffed out of his nose, indicating that he was asleep. You played with his hair a bit, pressing small kisses to his forehead here and there before sooner or later, sleep took over you as well.

A Mafia!RM Concept….

Prologue –

           “With this ring…” I swallowed thickly. “I thee wed.” I shakingly slid the ring onto Namjoon’s finger as the cold feeling of mine provided me with sensory overload. I stared up into Namjoon’s unwavering form knowing that with this exchange my fate was sealed. The ring… what was meant to symbolize the unbreakable bond of lifelong love and commitment between two people was nothing but a testament of Namjoon’s ownership of me. This marriage wasn’t about love or trust or even choice for that matter. It was about duty and honor, about doing what was expected. And I should have run when I had the chance…

Author’s Note -

Hello to any potential readers out there...I have not written anything creatively in 3 years time and I’ve recently graduated from university and have felt the urge/passion to write again. I am relatively new to the fandom but I do have a concept that has inspired me for a series and I just want to know if people would be interested in reading this.... lol. It is actually loosely based on a novel series I read years ago but I think it would work perfectly with the members of BTS.

Vowed in Blood: Chapter One

Synopsis: Born in a world where choices are a privilege not bestowed upon women, Mariah’s father establishes an arrangement with the deadliest mafia of New Work City to have her married off to its heir. In this world, a handsome exterior often hides the monster within; a monster who can just as easily kill as kiss you.

Pairing: Mafia!Namjoon x OC

Chapter Warnings: OC is underage but nothing inappropriate happens this is all just backstory. Namjoon is not even in the building yet. lol

Chapter one: The Arrangement

“3 years ago,…”

           There was a stark contrast between the loud sounds of my typing compared to the silence that reverberated through the corridor walls just outside my bedroom door. Something about today has felt off. The home that I’ve grown up in has constantly been filled with people bustling in and out and today has been nothing but complete and utter silence. What is more concerning to me is the fact that my mother has been invited into my father’s cabin for the daily morning meeting. Unusual… My father, the great and powerful dictator of this household who has strictly prohibited the women in his life from ever entering his office has specifically indicated for his wife to join him. Did I mention he also happens to be the Godfather of the Cassian Mafia? 

Yes. You heard that correctly. Father of three girls, one son, and an entire crew full of mobsters. What a multi-tasker. Only, he’s never been much of a dad to us anyway… 

           My thoughts were interrupted when my mother walked into the room with her complexion pale and her lips turned into a straight line. “Did something happen?” I questioned, furrowing my eyebrows. She took a deep breath before answering, “Your father needs to speak with you…in his office.” I slid my legs out from under my desk and approached her, “Did I do something wrong?” I did not know what I could possibly be in trouble for. My youngest sister Leah and I were usually the obedient ones. My middle sister Jade was the troublemaker who always broke the rules and always got punished for it. “Mariah just go. You know what happens when we keep him waiting” she dismissed.  

           I entered my father’s office carefully hiding any emotion from showing up on my face. He sat behind his overly large desk in a wide black leather armchair placed in front of various shelves filled with books that had never been read. However, they hid a secret entrance to the basement and a corridor leading off the mansion’s premises. That I knew for sure. I placed myself in one of the chairs sitting opposite of the desk across my father’s form. I waited for him to start speaking with my hands folded in my lap.

           “The Russians and the Taiwanese Triads are trying to mark their claims on our territories and they are gaining strength every day we do not make a move.” He declared. To say I was even more confused than when the day started was an understatement. Father never spoke of the business with us. Women did not need to know such details. They were just meant to carry along as they were told by the men of the house. I knew better than to interrupt. “As a result, we have to mend our grievances with the Bangtan Clan of New York in order to garner enough capital and strength to stave off our enemies.” Father carried on.

           Peace with Bangtan? I questioned myself. Every member of the Cassian mafia including my father despised Bangtan with every fiber of their beings. Although women were supposed to be kept in the dark about these things the feuds that have been happening for decades were no secret. Our families have been killing each other off for years and only within the recent past decided that it was more practical to kill off members of other crime organizations that were bigger threats such as the Russians and the Triads that had come to impact both territories negatively. “At least Bangtan got one thing right, there is no stronger bond than blood” father continued as I frowned, “Born in blood, sworn in blood. That’s their motto.” I nodded but understood nothing.

           “I met with the head of Bangtan yesterday and we agreed that in order for us to establish peace between ourselves we are to become a family.” My father’s eyes bored into mine and a sickly feeling crept up my spine. Surely he wasn’t suggesting what I think he would be suggesting. “We have decided that you are to marry the heir of Bangtan Kim Namjoon. That is the arrangement we have agreed upon and given that you are the oldest it is your duty to ensure the security of this alliance.” The finality in my father’s words ensured that there was no room for debate or question but that was not going to stop me.

           “I can’t get married! I’m only fifteen!” I countered back as if that would make a difference in my father’s eyes. “That is where you are wrong. If I say you have to get married you would do it no questions asked because I said so.” Father’s eyes bored into mine and I knew my fate was sealed. “Luckily for you, your mother was adamant about you being of age and finishing school before leaving the walls of this house.” He continued. Any sort of relief his words were meant to bring me never came to fruition.

           There were only two things I knew of Kim Namjoon. One was that he was the heir to one if not the deadliest mafias to have ever existed and two he received his nickname ‘The Vice’ for the vice-like grip he used when crushing a man’s windpipe with his bare hands. “Father, please don’t make me do this.” I pleaded as a last resort. There was no way out of this if my father didn’t create one. His expression tightened, “You will marry Kim Namjoon. You will be a good wife to him and when you meet him for the engagement you will act as an obedient lady. End of discussion.”

Vowed in Blood Masterlist

Synopsis: Born in a world where choices are a privilege not bestowed upon women, Mariah’s father establishes an arrangement with the deadliest mafia of New Work City to have her married off to its heir. In this world, a handsome exterior often hides the monster within; a monster who can just as easily kill as kiss you.

Prologue

Chapter One: The Arrangement

Chapter Two: The First Meeting (07/18/21)

Vowed in Blood: Chapter Two

Synopsis: Born in a world where choices are a privilege not bestowed upon women, Mariah’s father establishes an arrangement with the deadliest mafia of New Work City to have her married off to its heir. In this world, a handsome exterior often hides the monster within; a monster who can just as easily kill as kiss you.

Warnings: None (yet).

A/N: We’re making Jimin taller in this because he’s Namjoon’s brother and Namjoon is the size of Groot. 🤣

 Chapter Two: The First Meeting

*3 Years ago,

           My life was over before it even started. Everything was decided for me. “But you’ve never even met him!” My middle sister Jade exclaimed. “He could be ugly, fat…or even worse OLD!” She shuddered. “There has to be something about him on the internet, let’s google him!” Jade suggested. Multiple photos and articles surrounding the members of Bangtan flashed across the screen. A swift click on images and Kim Namjoon popped up. “He’s taller than everyone…” Leah, my youngest sister, explained in amazement. Curiosity got the best of me and I peeked over to the screen.

           Yes, he was tall…but that was not what got my attention. His eyes. They were dark and piercing. I could only envision how those eyes were the last image seen by his victims before finding a painful end. I stared into those emotionless eyes until Jade clicked a link and an article pulled up stating how Namjoon was one of the most sought-after bachelors in New York City. An heir to hundreds of millions of dollars when it really should have stated an heir to my impending doom.  

           “Wow, women really throw themselves at him. He’s with a different girl in every photo.” Jade huffed. “They can have him,” I said bitterly. In this world, a handsome man was more devil than prince charming and I needed to know just what I was dealing with. I stood up abruptly, “I need to speak with Thomas.” Thomas was my father’s most loyal soldier. He also was entrusted to keep Jade and me safe whenever we were not on the mansion’s grounds. He was our bodyguard. If anyone else knew more about Namjoon than my father, it was Thomas.

           “He became a Made Man at fourteen,” Thomas explained. “FOURTEEN?!” My eyes almost popped out. Boys did not become officially a part of the Mafia until they were at least eighteen and initiation typically meant making your first kill. “That means. He killed someone at fourteen years old?” I swallowed thickly. At fifteen, I could hardly register being able to take someone’s life. Jade shook her head, “He’s a monster.” Thomas shrugged as he said, “He is what he needs to be. Growing up in this kind of life, you can’t be a pussy. Especially with a father like his.”

 *Months Later*

           Time had flown by giving me less and less of a chance to prepare. Two days until the engagement and mother was fluttering around the house trying to ensure that every detail of the home was in tip-top condition. The occasion was meant to be small since this alliance was relatively new, just Namjoon’s family, mine, and a few other respective heads of New York and Chicago. Thomas explained to us this was for safety reasons as if I wasn’t being sold off to the most dangerous man in the vicinity. I wish they would have canceled it altogether.

           Jacob, my five-year-old little brother jumped up and down on my bed, “I want to play!” He had entirely too much energy. “You know the rules Jake, Mother doesn’t want you running around the house before the guests arrive.” I sighed. “But they aren’t even here!” Luckily, Namjoon and his family were not set to arrive until tomorrow. Only one more night until I met my future husband… I squeezed my eyes shut and took a deep breath to quell the anxiety from bubbling over. “Are you crying again?” Jacob asked as he slid off the bed and put his small hand into mine. This little boy was my solace. “What do you mean?” I smiled wide to prevent tears from slipping down. I mostly cried at night hoping to drown myself in my sorrows protected by the darkness.

           “Leah says you cry a lot because Namjoon bought you,” Jacob furrows his small eyebrows and looks up into my eyes. For a minute, I was taken back. I would have to tell Leah not to say such things especially in front of Jacob. I shook my head diligently, “He didn’t buy me.” Liar. Just then Jade showed up in the doorway of my bedroom, “Same difference,” she shrugged. I huffed. “Stop saying things like that before dad hears and we all get in trouble.”

I felt a tug on my arm, “I don’t want you to leave,” Jacob cries as he grabs my waist and clings on. I bent down to ease his worries, “I won’t be leaving for a long time, Jake.” I held his face in my hands and kissed his nose.

           Suddenly, a devilish smile appeared on his face and he dashed out the open bedroom door, “CATCH ME!” He exclaimed. Jade tore after him, “I’ll kick your ass you little monster!!” I rushed into the hallway after them both when Leah peaked her head out of her door and followed suit. I flew down the stairs hot on Jade’s tail but unfortunately, Jacob was still in the lead. Mother would have my head if something got broken. I wanted to shout for them to stop but my father’s office was just around the corner and if we were caught, we were dead.

           We passed father’s door and relief came over me seeing that he wasn’t in there. However, three men dawned in all black suits rounded the corner and all relief drained out of me. Jacob managed to halt himself, but Leah hurled herself straight into the man in the middle with full force. Any other person would have lost their balance but this wasn’t just any other person. He was six feet and built like a bull.

           I jerked to a stop in time to see the traffic jam disaster in front of me only to find the pair of eyes I was so desperately trying to escape from looking down at my sister Leah. My gaze was frozen on my future husband as Jade clamored next to me and gasped. Namjoon was preoccupied with steadying my little sister with both hands on her shoulders. Hands he had once used to crush a man’s throat….

           “Leah,” I said trying to keep my voice leveled and void of the anxiety I felt. I wished I was better at hiding my fear. Now everyone was staring at me, including Namjoon. His brown eyes scanned me from head to toe, lingering on my eyes. Wow, he was tall. The men beside him were both tall in their own right but Namjoon dwarfed them in comparison with his massive body frame. His hands were still on my sister’s shoulders as he studied me carefully. “Leah, come here,” I firmly spoke and held out my hand. I wanted her as far away from the three men as possible. She took a few steps back and then flew into my arms. Namjoon raised an eyebrow.

           I heard a scoff next to me, “So, you’re Kim Namjoon?” Jade asked not even trying to disguise her disgust. Jacob made an entirely animalistic sound and charged after Namjoon. Well, he charged after Namjoon’s kneecaps and started pummeling his legs with his small fists. The sight was almost comical if I wasn’t so terrified. One of Namjoon’s men looked down at Jacob, tilted his head, and huffed a chuckle. “Leave Mariah Alone! You don’t get to take her!!” Jacob shrieked as he continued to throw nonexistent punches at Namjoon’s legs. My heart could have literally leaped out of my chest right then.

           I shifted Leah over to Jade and slowly approached this giant tree of a man. Again, I was scared shitless but I had to get my brother away from him. Bangtan and the Cassian Familia were trying to build a bond but alliances could be broken within a blink of an eye and I could not let that happen. A sigh escapes the man smiling down at my brother, “What a warm welcome we get. This must be the infamous hospitality of the Cassian Familia we keep hearing about.” He was a couple of inches smaller than Namjoon with the same color eyes just not as dark as Namjoon’s. it was unmistakable, they were related.

           “Jimin,” Namjoon spoke in a low husky voice. It made me shiver. Jacob was still struggling but Namjoon held him at arm’s length. “Jacob,” I firmly gripped his upper arm. “That’s enough, that is not how we treat our company.” At this Jacob froze, turned around, and looked up at my face. “He’s not a guest! He wants to steal you away Mariah! AND I don’t care if he’s the size of Groot, I AM GOING TO FIGHT HIM!!” Jacob charged back towards Namjoon’s legs. The man named Jimin began to outwardly chuckle, “I’m glad father convinced me to come.”

           “Ordered you.” Namjoon quipped. He didn’t take his eyes off me and my cheeks blazed with the heat of his scrutiny. My father made sure that my sisters and I were never around men very often if he could help it. They were either family members or older than dust. Namjoon was neither family nor was he an old man. He was five years older than me, but he made me feel like I was a child in comparison. He let go of Jacob and I pulled my brother towards my body folding my hands over his heaving chest. Jacob never stopped glaring at Namjoon. As small as he was, he had the courage of a bull. I couldn’t afford courage in this lifetime. “I’m sorry,” I said in haste. “My brother didn’t mean to be disrespectful.”

“I DID!” Jacob interrupted. I covered his mouth with my hand and he squirmed, I just held onto him tighter. “Don’t apologize to them!” Gianna spoke looking the men up and down in disgust. “It is not Jacob’s fault that they take up so much room in a hallway. At least Jake is honest. Everyone else thinks they need to blow sugar up his ass because of his inherit-“

“JADE!” I quickly snapped at my sister before she went too far over the line. “Take Leah and Jacob back to their rooms. Now.”

She glanced over to the men in the corridor one last time “But…” I nodded back to the opposite way indicating for her to leave, glad I couldn’t see Namjoon’s expression. Jade grabbed Jacob’s hand and grabbed him and Leah away. Bracing myself for Namjoon’s fury, I was surprised to turn around and see him smirking at me with one eyebrow lifted. My face was burning with embarrassment and I folded my arms around my body. I took a deep breath and began to apologize, “I’m sorry for my siblings, they are…”

“Protective of you.” Namjoon nodded in acknowledgment. His voice was even, “This is my brother Jimin and my right-hand Jungkook.” He gestures to both men on either side of him. Jimin gave me a slight wave and Jungkook gave me the briefest nod before he went back to scanning the corridor. I wasn’t sure of what he was waiting on, it wasn’t like we had hidden snipers along the hallway waiting to strike. I focused on Namjoon’s chin and hoped it was enough to appear as if I was looking him in the eyes, “I should get back to my siblings.” Namjoon had a knowing expression on his face and nodded. I didn’t wait for any more words to be exchanged, I simply turned around and walked off. I never fathomed my first meeting with Kim Namjoon could be any worse than this.

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Just Imagine 7

You and Namjoon are sitting in the library, reading your books. 

Namjoon rests his hand on your tummy, rubbing it softly, as you have your hand on his larger one. 

Suddenly, you feel a squeeze on your tummy as he turns the page, making you flinch and giggle loudly, earning the attention of many people.

Namjoon looks at you smirking, but returning to his book.

After some minutes of peaceful reading, you feel more squeezes on your tummy.

You let out a squeal, trying to be as quiet as possible but you’re failing.

Namjoon is squeezing you belly fastly, but he acts like nothing is happening while you are trying your best not to make a sound.

“What happened baby? Is something wrong?” he teases you, not ceasing his assault.

You are squirming under his tickling hand, trying to control your giggles.

However, as soon as they are escaping your mouth, you are rushing out of the library, your boyfriend following close behind as you are both laughing loudly.

Masterlist

apego [ knj ]

pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

genre : angst 

warnings: mentions of death, alcohol consumption, usage of drugs, physical abuse and mental illness. basically dark themes so please don’t read if this is triggering for you.

word count :  1.6k 

summary: He was a part of her, no matter how much she tried to deny it. He had left an imprint on her once pure soul . She too got attached and made sure he was her everything till the end of time.

extra: Italics are flashbacks. I’m not EXACTLY sure what the meaning of apego is but with my minimal research I managed to find something. Also I was heavily inspired by Kard’s song and music video You in Me. It’s honestly a dark/eerie drabble and I don’t know what compelled me to write this but YEAH. 

 Apego (Spanish)

(n) attachment , fondness, clinginess, addiction . 

 You stared at the small flame that emitted from the lavender scented candle that was purchased several days ago before soaking yourself into the bath. The lukewarm water enveloped your body, soothing the ache in your muscles. After enduring another rough day of classes and work, a bath was just what you needed to unwind. You rolled your head up towards the ceiling thinking about how everything was so much easier before you met him, thinking about the carefree days you spent before Kim Namjoon entered your life. Thinking of all the dimpled smiles that took your breath away, of all the sweet honey like promises that were exchanged between you two and of all the damage that had been made to your once pure soul.

 You stood behind the counter of the cosy diner you worked at, wiping down the counter top before letting out a soft sigh while rubbing your sore shoulders. Waitress-ing wasn’t as easy as it looked, after attending classes at university dealing with a bunch of rude and arrogant customers wasn’t your ideal situation but it was better than nothing. After all, you had bills to pay and tuition fees to cover.  Your eyes darted to the clock that was hung up on the wall opposite of you, it was currently 5.45 p.m. and your shift ended in exactly 15 minutes. A smile crept onto your face, excitement coursed through your veins because the end of your shift meant that you got to see the cute English major that sat two rows in front of you in Lecture Hall 4. 

 His name was Kim Namjoon, he had a way with words and every word that flowed out of his beautiful plump lips was music to your ears even if you didn’t understand any of it. The soft ringing of the bell above the entrance to the diner rang throughout the diner, your soft brown orbs looked up only to have caught the gaze of Kim Namjoon himself. You hadn’t realised that you were daydreaming about him again instead of working. You flashed him a quick smile and a wave before removing the apron tied around your waist. You went through the double doors of the diner leading to the locker room and packed up your belongings, composing yourself before going to face Namjoon. 

 You were introduced to Namjoon by your professor because despite him having his way with the English language, Namjoon was not so good with numbers and that just happened to be your speciality. Any normal person would cringe and hiss when faced with a math equation but you? You would jump with excitement at the opportunity to solve it. That had always just been your thing and finally it had benefited you. In university you can’t risk having a bad grade and the only solution was your fellow uni mates unless you could afford to handle the fees of a tutor. You were brought back to reality when Namjoon flashed you a smile that highlighted his pearly white teeth. You sheepishly smiled and waved at him. He had always met you at the diner before you began your study sessions together. You gripped your messenger bag before making your way towards him. If only you knew that meeting Kim Namjoon was the beginning of your end.

 A small smile crept onto your face as you reminisce on the sweet memory. The Kim Namjoon that you had met back then was not the same man today unfortunately. In all honesty, you could barely recognise the man today especially whenever he stumbled into your shared apartment after attending yet another fraternity party that went out of control. He would stumble into the bedroom murmuring about things you could barely make out and somehow every night that he came home drunk, he would wrap his arms around your waist while apologising profoundly because deep down he knew the impact he had on you. He knew that in the span of 2 years, you had both changed and it was all his fault. A soft sigh escaped your lips, as you slowly got out of the tub, wrapping a soft cotton towel around your body and draining the bathtub as you looked at your reflection in the mirror. 

 There were very obvious dark circles due to the lack of sleep, your once bright and tan complexion was now pale and your plump pink lips were chapped. You had changed both physically and mentally, you weren’t the same bright and preppy girl you were 2 years ago and you knew that. A single tear rolled down your cheek, you sniffled and wiped away the tear and after composing yourself, you walked into the bedroom. Glancing at the clock, it was currently 7.30 p.m. and Namjoon would be home soon. You slipped on a plain grey hoodie paired with cotton black shorts and a pair of socks. It was nearing winter so the floorboard of your apartment tended to be a little cold under your feet. As you shuffled into the kitchen, ready to prepare a simple dinner for the both you, you heard the sound of keys jumbling outside your apartment. A soft smile covered your features knowing that Namjoon was home and deep down you were hoping he was in a better mood than yesterday. You unconsciously rubbed your sore waist where a bruise had formed from yesterday’s incident, you snapped out of your train of thought and continued preparing dinner. 

 Finally, the door to the apartment opened and Namjoon stepped in, “I’m home.” his voice rang throughout the apartment. You smiled softly and called out, “I’m in the kitchen.” He stepped in the kitchen with an adorable dimpled smile, your eyes sparkled with love as his strong arms enveloped around your waist. He kissed your forehead sweetly. “How was your day? You look tired.” You pouted and nodded your head in response to him, “It was a long day but I’m glad to be home now with you.”  Namjoon let out a chuckle as he walked away from you and into the bedroom to take a shower and change out of his clothes. As Namjoon entered the bedroom, your eyes anxiously moved to glance at the pills you had set out next to the stove, thankful that Namjoon was too absorbed in you to notice them. You immediately began to make dinner slipping the dust from the pills into Namjoon’s portions deciding you’ve had enough of all of it. Enough of all the pain he has caused you, enough of being this unrecognisable person you’ve become. It all ends tonight, one way or another.

Next Morning.

Rays of sunlight seep through the curtains alerting you it’s time to wake up and get ready for another hectic day of classes and work. You turn around in bed and face Namjoon, his soulless eyes stare back into yours as you caress his face, “Good morning honey.” You say as you kiss his cheek and climb out of bed, making your way to the shower.

 You set the dinner table and place Namjoon’s dinner at his usual seat. You bite your lip thinking twice about what you’re doing, if it’s right or wrong. Then you cock your head to the side and think of how much you’ve gone through in the past two years. Thinking about how all the sweet precious memories turned sour as his true colours came out to reveal the monster Namjoon truly was. By instinct your hand goes to the newest bruise that was formed when Namjoon had come home drunk once again from a fraternity party yesterday. You were yelling at him telling him how he had a job interview the next day and how he couldn’t afford to be hungover, he got upset at your shouting and hit you.

 Your eyes began to tear a little as you were sure with your decision. You didn’t want this pain anymore. You wanted to be released of it but you still loved him so much. You fell for his sweet poetic words, he pulled you in. So many sweet promises broken, so much pain inflicted. You quickly wiped away your tears and called out to Namjoon, “Dinner’s ready!” you shouted as you knew he was changing into fresh clothes after his shower. Namjoon plopped down onto his seat and smiled beamingly, “Dinner looks great! You made my favourite, Aglio Olio.” You giggled and nodded your head, “I saw we had enough ingredients to make this tonight so I figured why not? A treat for you and me.”

As you both began to eat dinner, you watched Namjoon take the first bite and he praised you at how great it tasted. You felt a little bittersweet as this was going to be his last meal but at least it was his favourite. Namjoon went on talking about his day and you listened attentively, nodding your head to let him know you’re listening as you ate your dinner as well, suddenly his chatter stopped and a loud clanking sound was heard. Your mouth twitched into a smirk as your eyes trained up and Namjoon’s cutlery had fallen from his hands to the floor. His eyes were soulless as they stared straight ahead into yours. “Why?” he whispered to you. You simply stared back at him. “Because I’ve had enough.” 

You looked at yourself in the mirror and let out a sigh. Was the sigh of relief? Who knew at this point. You got ready wearing your favourite sunflower dress which happened to be the dress you were wearing when you first met Namjoon. You walked into the kitchen and started to make breakfast, even setting the table for two people. You dragged Namjoon’s body from the bedroom to the dining room and you sat across from him eating your breakfast in silence. A tear rolled down your cheek as you stared at the bottle of pills that was empty. The remaining pills went into the very breakfast you were eating. You reached your hand out to intertwine with Namjoon’s and with your last breath you whispered “Together, forever and always” .

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In This Rain

Genre:  Mafia (AU), Action, Suspense/Thriller, Smut

Mature content

Word Count: 4,962k

Characters: Police Captain!Namjoon, Police Officer! Reader, Mafia Boss! Jungkook.

Warning: mentions of drug use, graphic violence, language, oral sex, penetrative sex, implied dom!reader, emotional manipulation, mention of psychopathic characters, implied torture

Synopsis:  You admire your captain, your beloved Capt. Kim Namjoon. You admire him so much that you wanted to be by his side always, well, quite literally. Under his office desk, inside his apartment, on his bed and even on his dangerous mission against a vicious Mafia leader named Jeon Jungkook.

He’s been so obsessed in Jungkook, his formidable enemy on his entire career, that he’s been trying to apprehend him for years. Until both of you uncovered an unsettling truth as to why he always slithers: there’s a mole within your department.

Namjoon kicked the door hard with his combat boots, took cover immediately from the wall behind him, before aiming his gun to the direction of the open entryway.

“Freeze!” he shouted.

Yet he was the one that was left frozen at the scene. Two men, thin as a stick, were staring blankly at the ceiling. Clearly passed out with rubbers wrapped around their arms, old scabs and fresh jabs on their skin. Several discarded needles were left lying on the floor.

They look so oblivious from the presence of Namjoon and his team that you can’t help but call him out “Namjoon, I think we’re late” you shook your head, as you watched their cold and drugged out bodies sitting on a plastic chair, heads resting on the air.

“We are, they’re both dead” Hoseok said after checking their pulse. He stared at them for a moment, as if saying a prayer as he shuts their eyes gently with his finger.

Namjoon walked around the room and picked a used foil and a paper with logo of a lotus flower “Jungkook…” he mumbled to himself as he crumpled the paper and threw it on the floor in fury.

“Are you sure it’s him?” you went to pick it up and checked. It was definitely the symbol of his organized syndicate.

“Positive” Namjoon’s blood suddenly rushed in and felt nauseous at the thought, as he shut his eyes, hoping that he was wrong about it.

“It was a close one...” Hoseok rummaged through the pockets of the two men, but he found none.

“I was so sure, they’ll be here. Him and his men. But why does it look like they knew... You think” you shut your eyes and gasped, realizing what Namjoon might have just thought of earlier. “there’s a mole within the Department?” you continued, slowly turning around to see Namjoon’s reaction. His face turned grim and just weakly nodded.

“I trust that you two would keep this a secret, until we find who it is…” Namjoon swore. It wasn’t about money or his ego any longer, he wanted to end this. For years. Whatever this was, he wanted to stop people from dying, stop wasting innocent lives, end the fear of women and children always being on the brink of death.

“Roger” Hoseok nodded.

“Roger, Captain!” you blinked and stood up. You and Hoseok tapped Namjoon’s shoulder, assuring him that you two were on his side. Always on his side.

You and Hoseok stood behind closed doors, but it was very apparent that the chiefs and the  Department heads were clearly upset at the result of your team’s recent mission.

“Goddamit! We told you to think things through Kim and you blew it! You got one shot! One fucking shot, and you didn’t even get to meet a single strand of his hair!” the deputy chief exclaimed.

“What a waste of the city tax, really, you haven’t given us any valuable result” the Department head, fixed his paper and put everything inside his briefcase.

Namjoon just stood there, taking every thing silently. He was called names before, been spatted, got hit, everything. He’s the man who’s been through all horrible things and yet he still took it in. No wonder why you’ve like this guy, there’s something incredibly attractive about an underdog filled with potentials. It’s as if you’re hearing a club of hyenas around a lion, waiting for it to roar. He was the kind of leader you want to solemnly swear your loyalty, and that was the reason why you were there.

After the sham meeting, you and Hoseok just followed Namjoon towards your office room. He was clearly angry and frustrated, as well. But more than that he was determined to find another chance to get close to Jungkook . Namjoon went to his desk silently, and studied recent reports and profiles of people on his desk, piled and unkept.

Hoseok, feeling unnecessarily guilty, excused himself to get the team sandwiches from a nearby store.

You on the other hand, had something in mind to ease Namjoon’s frustration. “Hey there” you whispered on his ear. “Not here, Y/N. Not today” his eyes still concentrated on the screen. You gently pressed his shoulders, unbothered at his plea and made gentle circular motion, caressing his stiff shoulder blades. You slowly crouched down to kiss his ears and traced it down his neck. “You know what reminds me of your stiffness?” you chuckled.

“I said stop!” his quick reflex surprised you, as he held on to your wrist. His eyes stern, full of resolved. You stood up, and knew that he wasn’t up for any games.

“I just heard everything from the meeting. It’s hard to miss.” You folded your arms, as you watched him turn his back on you again and type disordered words on his screen. “Try, typing Gwangjin-gu, April 16…” you reached out for his hands to guide his finger from each letter on the keyboard, as he suddenly groaned softly to the sensation of your warm hands.

You smirked, seeing him freeze for a second. You crouched back down again and slowly reached for his legs hiding underneath his desk. “You know, it takes Hoseok about half an hour to get back? No one’s around. I’m sure you needed to let loose of that tension” you spoke softly, while caressing his legs. He slowly turned around from his seat and opened his legs.

“Give me 10 minutes tops, Captain” you smirked as you knelt down, and unclasped his belt.

Namjoon just stared at you blankly for a second, thoughtless and unsure. But as soon as he felt the warmth that you give right in the middle of his legs, he cursed and responded in pure ecstasy. You watched him toss his head and covered his mouth, trying not to cry out your name, but you love it. You love seeing your beloved Captain, the one people look up with so much pride and respect, becomes susceptible to your touch.

You were lounging in the smoking area during your break time, even though you aren’t smoker. You just like being outside, on a bench, and beside a vending coffee machine where you could refill your own cup.

“Hm, Sun Tzu’s Art of War” you heard Namjoon’s voice from behind. You nodded in agreement, as you finished the last line of the page and flipped it to the next.

“Read this about 9 times, still holds true” you replied, not leaving your gaze towards the book.

“I got a lead” he pulled out his cup from the vending machine and scoot beside you on the bench. You closed your book and turned to face him. Namjoon peered behind you, and looked around before he dropped the name “Seokjin”. You squint your eyes, trying to figure out how Namjoon arrived at his conclusion.

“You mean Kim Seokjin from the Hi-tech Crime Unit?” you spoke softly towards him, making sure no one hears even when it was only the two of you in the area.

He nodded, grinning. “I always wonder how he received information about them, everyone in his unit is as competent as he is but he would always get the best lead”

You smiled, finally beginning to piece things together. “It does seem odd Namjoon. It doesn’t make sense, but it does seem bizarre? How does he get those information?” you stared at Namjoon and smirked “I never thought of that, Captain. As always, that’s pretty smart of you to---”

“Y/N!” you heard someone call.

“Speak of the devil” you smiled at Namjoon then at Seokjin.

“Meet you after office hours?” Seokjin ran up to you, handing you a bag of sandwich. Namjoon tilt his head in confusion.

“Yeah sure” you blushed, turning your head to the floor at Seokjin’s sweet gesture.

“Y/N, are you…. Are you two going out? Since when?” Namjoon stood up, puzzled at the scenario. Clearly, you have left him out of the picture, but it’s not like you owe him anything. Besides weren’t you two clear about the position you two are in? Just colleagues trying to help each other out? Out of convenience?

“Kind of like that. Well, you never asked about our private lives, Cap” you chuckled. Not that he doesn’t care, but you know how much he respects his colleague’s personal space. Well, except on some occasion when you two needed to satisfy each other’s need. “Give me a minute, I just need to talk to my superior” you faced Seokjin for a moment and watched him wait for you at a distance.

“Cap, I’m sorry.” You cleared your throat and continued “The news surprised me too, and I didn’t know how to tell you. Can you trust me? I’ll try to look on to this. I swear, feelings won’t get involved. If I happen to find anything that might point a connection against Seokjin and Jungkook, I’ll let you know immediately”

“And what if he is? Are you okay with it? You know what will happen if he becomes part of our custody” he asked, worriedly.

You shut your eyes and nodded “I’m aware. I’ve been seeing him Jin for half a month now. It’s nothing compared to you, Cap” you looked down, refusing to look back at him, not when you just confessed your feelings for him albeit indirectly.

“Y/N…” he spoke softly.

“You don’t have to say anything.” You shook your head “I know this is purely work, lives are on the line…” You begrudgingly replied, then you paused. “That’s why I’ll make sure I’ll get compensated well on this” you slowly turned your gazed at him, now smirking.

“I can only pay what the government give--- ” you stopped him mid-sentence by pointing a finger on his lip, raising yourself up, tip-toed.

“Not that silly” He tilt his head again in confusion. “You, wrapped around my fingers. Go figure.” You whispered on his ear and chuckled. You turned around, and left him wondering on his own. It took him a moment before he realized what you meant. He bashfully chuckled at the thought.

After spending more time with Seokjin for months, you’ve finally gathered valuable information to report directly to Namjoon, which entails you in meeting him straight to his own apartment each night.

“Are you ready for tomorrow?” he asked, as he gathered his boxer he left from the floor. You remained still in bed, panting after doing a marathon with Namjoon. Namjoon opened his window to let the cold breeze enter his dull room.

You turned sideways and watched him moved out from the bed, savoring his bareness. “Nearly, ready”

He tied his discarded condom and threw it on the trash bin “Y/N, whatever happens tomorrow. I just want to let you know that I---” he paused, trying to construct what he was about to say.

You sat up, despite remaining bare “Shh” You reached him out for a kiss.

“If things goes bad tomorrow, I want you to know that you mean so much to me” he took your wrist and kissed the back of your hand, his lips pressed hard as if hoping that his pure intentions will get through your skin.

You shook you head. “Aren’t I just a colleague, Namjoon?” you smiled weakly, reminding him of the reality that you are just there for him… for his own convenience.

He cupped your cheek and kissed you again. “You’re my partner, in everything Y/N”

You parted and smile. “I’m glad you feel that way” you pushed him back to bed, and pulled his boxers off again, almost ripping it to two. You wanted to let him know he wasn’t wrong, about feeling that you are his.

He was clearly surprised at your reaction, and flustered upon seeing you right above him. You smiled, amused at the view. To see your beloved Captain in such a vulnerable position. And like a clockwork, you sat comfortably on his waist as you pulled his wrists towards you. You forced his palms open with yours and directed it to your chest, letting him feel you again.

You closed your eyes, as you let him cup you gently “Captain..” you breathed his name while you shut your eyes, and began moving your hips slowly.

“Shit” he quickly got hard again, and you felt that. You felt his excitement again after you shamelessly teased your beloved Captain. You took a sealed condom from  the bed side table and placed it on his harden length. He pulled one of his hand away and held on to it, then guided his length towards your entrance. You opened your eyes and smile.

“Ready for a second?” you asked. You watched him nod, as he began to push it in within you,  both of you cursed almost synchronously at the ecstatic sensation. You tossed your head, and began moving your hips.

He held on to your waist, and you relished on it. You relished the way your Captain held on to you, you relished at the sight of seeing someone strong like him depended on you for comfort and affirmation. Exhilarated at the view of him below you, exhilarated at the thought of your own superior, down at your mercy.

Seokjin informed the Investigation Department again, which the assignment was promptly relayed again to your team: “Apprehend Jungkook and his men in #32 Namdo Building Gangseo-gu District”

At the same time, Namjoon informed the Investigation Department of his suspicion against Seokjin.

“You sure, Kim? If you’re wrong about this, not only will you lose Seokjin’s trust but your whole credibility as a Captain…” Mr. Song, one of the Investigation head, reminded Namjoon.

“I am certain sir. One of my partner, Y/N, was able to gather pieces of evidence that may point out his guilt in conniving with Jeon Jungkook” he bowed and handed him a manilla envelope containing the things you took from Seokjin, secretly.

“Very well, we will take Seokjin in to custody after I examine these things. Good luck on your mission” he bid Namjoon good luck as he watched Namjoon ran towards his car while it rained.

“Point A to D clear” you heard Hoseok speak from you and Namjoon’s ear piece.

“Copy” you subtly replied from your microphone hidden inside your shirt. “Ready, Mr. Kim?” you fixed his necktie inside the car. He didn’t reply, his eyes were burning with hatred. You’ve never seen him this determined to be able to see Jungkook, his formidable enemy, finally in the flesh.

You and Namjoon, took great lengths over these past few weeks to be able to secure a seat on this secret meeting with the boss himself, Jeon Jungkook. Despite at his tender age of 22, he was able to amass a fortune more than his father and his forefathers could ever gain. And now at the age of 24, he was able to bring down all his enemies. Rumor has it, he would clear out his enemy’s entire family line so that no one could ever attempt to take revenge against the whole Jeon family.

But Namjoon was ready to risk it all, even if his own family was on the line. He was willing to wager everything he has, just to end his lunacy. Yet he still couldn’t bring to himself the idea of risking and losing you against Jeon.

“Y/N, if anything goes bad, I want you to run as far as you could. Away from this, okay? You know how vindictive Jungkook can be” he stared at you, longingly.

“Joon” you shook your head and corrected yourself “I mean Captain, I’m trained to face whatever remember? Whatever happens, I’ll show up. It’s part of my job---”

“Okay, lovebirds, enough chit-chat. You know this is recorded right? We’ll be handling our conversation to the heads, unless you wanted to let them know about your secret affair or whatever this is… God, it’s awkward listening to you two!” Hoseok said on the other line.

You chuckled. “Can we have this off-record? Anyway, he’s right Captain. Time’s running. You need to get to your sit there now, as Mr. Kim the representative of Fiery Brothel of Songpa-gu District. I’ll stay here, make sure everything is working according to plan, alright?” you pat his collar and checked his ear piece if it was greatly secured. “All dashing and ready!” you smiled at him.

Namjoon introduced himself as Mr. Kim to a man in red suit “I speak on behalf of my superior Mr. Co, who manages Fiery Brothel in Songpa-gu owned by the Jeon” The man in red suit just nod and led you inside the building.

At first, Namjoon was confused as to why he was led inside a burger chain. Then he turned to the left hallway and entered inside the “authorized personnel staff room”, Namjoon followed. The room was cramped and filled with cleaning tools, food and personal hygiene products and other things.

The man pulled out the fire extinguisher from the glass box, where he found a button hidden behind it. He suddenly pressed it twice, paused then thrice, paused then once. It was a secret code. The wall started to separate from top to bottom, unfurling another secret entryway that leads to a speakeasy bar-cum-opium den.

Namjoon quickly recognized few faces around, from the head of the other government department, to local celebrities, even the sons and daughter of influential businessmen were there. Gambling, out of wits, high from the aroma of opium mixed with other things.

They continued to walk, the man in red suit clearly unbothered, as if it was regular business. Namjoon gulped and tried to calm himself, putting a mental note on everything he saw and commit it to his memory. He’ll be needing it once he get his hands on Jungkook. Everything he sees right now, everything he owns, he wanted to see him lose it. He wanted his downfall. he was confident that after that night he’ll finally put everything to its end.

“This is as far as I can lead you sir” the man stopped in front of the door, bowed and opened it for Namjoon.

There it was the high table. Only 6 men, sitting on each side of the table, making him the last and the seventh member to the meeting. His heart was pounding fast, hands starting to grow cold, shaking uncontrollably. Little sweat beads were forming behind his neck, it’s as if he was drugged and out of wits as well, except his feeling was driven by his own fear.

Just a few second upon entering, he saw Taehyung and Jimin enter first from the front door of the room. He presumed it was an exclusive entryway for Jungkook and his trusted men, in case something bad happens, but nothing bad ever happened when they’re there. Taehyung and Jimin were his only trusted men. They were skilled, precise, ruthless and cold to the core. They would blindly kill anyone and even everyone for Jungkook, even if it cost their lives.

Jimin, narrowed his eyes towards Namjoon while he chew on his bubblegum. Taehyung, on the other hand, watched the other men shake in fear too. All were waiting for the boss himself to enter the room.

The room was white and bare, almost blinding to the eyes. The only color that was present are their ashen faces (except Taehyung and Jimin), their black clothes and the long dark-red oaken wood table and its matching chair. And finally, he was there, all in flesh.

No longer a picture posted on his office walls. No longer a dream, that woke up him up each night in fright. This was Jeon Jungkook.  Young, tall, handsome, almost perfect that he can pass up as a god. Well, technically, he is, because he is the kind who plays like one. Because any mistake they omit in his presence can swiftly translate to a painful death.

Everyone rose from their seat to show their respect and fear towards him. Jungkook smiled. Too kind and too sweet, as if he looked innocent. But everyone knew better, he wasn’t the slightest bit of it. When he sat from his chair on the front, everyone followed, except Jimin and Taehyung who stood there to watch over.

Jungkook listened to each person during the meeting, he was attentive, alert and smart. He was the kind of leader that would bring shame to the whole police department, perhaps the whole country. Everything that runs out of his mouth were well-thought, intelligible and thorough. He didn’t leave a single issue unresolved, and the men quickly took note of it. The men were so scared that they just nodded without any further question. Jungkook like things brief, and hated being interrupted. The moment he finds someone that annoys him, Taehyung, a sharp shooter, will place a single bullet straight through their head. Not even letting them finish their first word.

“Actually, I’m sure you are all aware of the situation you are in right now, don’t you? I called everyone for a meeting because some of you are doing a very, very poor job” he grinned at everybody, nose a bit scrunched, like a harmlessly little bunny pouncing sunshine on each person on the table. Yet everyone looked down, nervous and grim. So did Namjoon.

Namjoon wasn’t aware of it. Neither anyone on the team. What was Jungkook thinking? Did he knew? Did Seokjin informed him that they’ll be attempting to take him in? Sh--

“Shit!” one of them men screamed in fear as he tried to ran towards the door, but before he could take another step from his sit, Jimin managed to throw his dagger in his head which passed through his eye and pinned his body down the floor.

“Tsk” Jungkook shook his head in disappointment. “Atleast, we were able to eliminate a coward in this group. Anyone wants to follow?” he raised his eyebrow as he chuckled again. Clearly entertained at the sight of blood.

No one dared to speak, not even a sound of whimper. “Very well, now that no one wants to speak for themselves, I would, for everyone’s behalf. I need to keep my business flowing, and you all are doing a terrible job. Thus, it’s unfortunate to inform everyone in this room that no one will survive today…” Right upon hearing it, Taehyung fired his gun towards 3 other men on his side and Jimin with his daggers flying and pinning the remaining 2 heads to the wall on his side, simultaneously and precise. “Except you, Kim Namjoon.” He blinks slowly and smiled at his direction.

“How does it feel to finally meet your nightmare?” he stood up and went to his direction.

Suddenly, Namjoon heard Hoseok cursing on the other end “Namjoon, it’s a trap! They knew! If you’re still there, run! Quickly! The mole told everything about us!”

“Where’s Y/N?” Namjoon asked Hoseok, but you only heard noises from his end.

“Y/N?” Jungkook asked. “You know I don’t like it when I don’t have someone’s full attention”

“Where is she? My partner! Did you take her? Did you kill her?” Namjoon immediately stood up from his seat, demanding Jungkook for an answer. Jimin swiftly threw his dagger to pin Namjoon’s legs back to his seat while Namjoon cried in shock and pain .

“You know I wouldn’t dare you pissing Jimin any longer Namjoon, unlike Taehyung he doesn’t have much patience. If you try to move again, I swear the next time will be a bullet from Taehyung’s gun and it’s far more painful than Jimin’s knife… and I can’t assure you where he wants to aim it. Sit” he spoke calmly, and strangely alluring yet intimidating.

Hoseok spoke again “The mole is here! Seokji----- scchhhht” Taehyung went to Namjoon side and pulled the ear piece away from him, threw it on the floor and stepped on it.

“Where is she?!” Namjoon demanded, eyes intensely fixated on Jungkook.

Taehyung crouched down and slapped his mouth. “You’re not asked to speak” he took the broken ear piece from the floor and pushed it inside Namjoon’s mouth “You better listen!”

Namjoon gagged a bit and spit the shattered pieces “Enough Taehyung, I bet he’s got it” Jungkook commanded.

“You and Seokjin will pay for what you did to Y/N!” he screamed, his fear already absent upon realizing the possibility of losing you for good.

“Seokjin? Who is he?” Jungkook chuckled. “While, it’s true there’s a mole within you” he sat on the table, just inches away Namjoon. “It’s not Seokjin, whoever he may be, I never met the guy. He sounded like a nice guy” he shrugs, still smiling. “Give you a clue, try to think who is out of reach right now?” he taps his temple.

Namjoon paused. When he realized who it was, his blood rushed up to his head, leaving him cold, nauseated and in pain. “No, it can’t be”

There you were, entering the room from the door in front of everyone inside. Safe and unharmed “Hey love, I miss you so much!” you quickly ran towards Jungkook and jumped to give him a long pressing kiss.

“No… but why?” Namjoon’s eyes started to cloud with his own tears.

“Love, why don’t you tell him?” Jungkook pouted as he turned to face you, and pulled you in closer, letting you sit on his lap.

“Well, I got bored here. I decided I want to play police. That’s why I’m here, but I got bored too, so I decided to come back” you smiled at Namjoon then at Jungkook “to you, love”

Jungkook chuckled, his nose scrunched again in a bunny like manner, as he point his finger against your nose and tapped it “That’s my girl, isn’t she cute when she gets bored?” he asked Namjoon.

“But everything, what we’ve been through, were they all lies?”

You shook your head still smiling “Not everything, no. Well, except everything about Seokjin, and the brothel and Mr.Co…” you rolled your eyes, sluggishly “Didn’t I tell you I’ll make sure everything goes according to plan? I mean, my plan that is…” you shrugged.

“How?” Namjoon’s head fell to his chest, clearly desperate, praying that everything he was hearing from you weren’t true.

“Well for starters, it’s really not hard to fake documents, my background then my history… You’ve seen the opium den earlier didn’t you? The head of National Office Record is pretty much a regular these days, we just gave him a little freebies and then we’re good. But you sir, you were pretty interesting, I really had a great time!” you nodded.

“It was actually me who subtly planted the idea that it was Seokjin, it was me who gave Seokjin information, the exact location and a glimpse of our plan, well without telling him I am part of the group that is” you playfully traced your finger on Jungkook’s neck, letting Namjoon watch while he aches at everything. The reality that was unfolding before him.

“I was the one who curated random stuff as your evidence, made up stories about a non-existent Mr. Co and the Fiery Brothel in Songpa-gu, reserved a seat for you in the meeting and voila!  You’re here! Isn’t great, love?” you gave Jungkook a peck on his lips and he nodded.

“Y/N” Namjoon cried

“You know Namjoon? I really like you, that’s pretty much true. But this man right here” you turn to Jungkook and playfully squeezed his cheek “I love him so much, I’m willing to give my life for him. That’s the difference. To be by your side, quite literally and to be by his side, forever, wherever I may be” Jungkook giggled at your declaration for his love.

“Please say it’s a lie! Tell me, you’re being forced by him, just say it. Please, I love you!” Namjoon screamed

“Stop, Namjoon” you watched him in pity. “Didn’t I tell you? We’re just bunch of colleagues…”

“Boss, what are you going to do with him?” Jimin’s eyes remained focused against Namjoon while he pops his gum.

“Love, what do you plan?” Jungkook gazed at you lovingly, while he was fixing your hair.

“He’s where he is supposed to be. A captain who just lost the trust of his superior and his men, just because of a woman. Isn’t it a tragic story, the story of a naïve pawn? This way love, you’ll be able to move freely with your business.” You stared at Jungkook’s lips, resisting to kiss him while he revel at your impregnable intellect.

“As usual, impressive as always” Jungkook nods as he kissed you again. “Let him live, so he’ll be able to tell our tale, a precautionary one to not screw with us”

“Y/N” Namjoon pleaded.

“Namjoon, you were the best Captain really. Thank you for the memories” you smiled.

Then Taehyung swiftly hit Namjoon in the face, leaving him unconscious, but only for a while.

Namjoon blinked at the sensation of rain drop falling over his face. Next thing he knew, people in scrubs were rushing towards him, raised him up from the pavement outside the hospital and secured his tired body on a stretcher.

“Sir, are you okay? Do you know where you are? Do you remember who left you here?” Namjoon was so oblivious at the moment, that he just tried to pull himself up to see if everything that happened earlier was a dream.

Until something fell from the inside of his coat. He picked it up “The Art of War by Sun Tzu?” he opened a page and saw a little note from you that says

“An enemy of my enemy is my FRIEND :) - Y/N”

Even when this rain stops, when the clouds go away I stand here, just the same Without saying anything, looking at the world There, a not so beautiful me is looking at myself In this rain In this rain

Rain by BTS

A/N: Thank you for giving time and reaching this far. This is my first attempt in making a smut fic so please be kind >.< This fic is actually my birthday gift for Slyn (SLL-AW Fictions) she’s a writer from YT who pushed me to try doing one too. Her bias is Jungkook so, naturally, the story ended with Y/N falling in the arms of Jungkook.

This is also nod and an attempt to honor one of my all time favorite fanfic, the BEST EVER CREATED on the internet about BTS: “House of Card by Sugamins” (if you know, you know 😉 )

I am so whipped for Master Jeon Jungkook that I just 👁️👄👁️. I didn’t want to recreate the verse, because I just can’t... I could never. House of Card is like a whole level of superiority and I’m just...a nursery...

Although, I borrowed the dark environment and the emotions involved in the characters... but I am totally disclaiming it to be a part of the verse. I’m a huge fan, I’m sorry I’m geeking out 😭 (Sugamins if you ever see this, I love you and thank you!! 😭 huge fan!!)

Slyn’s favorite genre are mafia, action, and romance (specifically with Jungkook). She’s aware of House of Cards too so yeah..

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed “In The Rain” :).

PS.  If you haven’t read “House of Card” please do! It’s on a03! Google it! BUT YOU HAVE TO BE 18 and above... and open to like practically everything! Read the warning signs first before you proceed. But I swear, it’s the best out there!!! (you’ll know why it hit a million views once you finished. That fic should be in a book, and I’ll gladly buy several copies!

ALSO, I’m so sorry for making Y/N a villain/psychopath. As well as Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung. Forgive me. It was raining hard one day while listening to Rain on by BTS and the ending scene just came up to my mind and I happen to work on it since... :<

In This Rain

Genre:  Mafia (AU), Action, Suspense/Thriller, Smut

Mature content

Word Count: 4,962k

Characters: Police Captain!Namjoon, Police Officer! Reader, Mafia Boss! Jungkook.

Warning: mentions of drug use, graphic violence, language, oral sex, penetrative sex, implied dom!reader, emotional manipulation, mention of psychopathic characters, implied torture

Synopsis:  You admire your captain, your beloved Capt. Kim Namjoon. You admire him so much that you wanted to be by his side always, well, quite literally. Under his office desk, inside his apartment, on his bed and even on his dangerous mission against a vicious Mafia leader named Jeon Jungkook.

He’s been so obsessed in Jungkook, his formidable enemy on his entire career, that he’s been trying to apprehend him for years. Until both of you uncovered an unsettling truth as to why he always slithers: there’s a mole within your department.

Namjoon kicked the door hard with his combat boots, took cover immediately from the wall behind him, before aiming his gun to the direction of the open entryway.

“Freeze!” he shouted.

Yet he was the one that was left frozen at the scene. Two men, thin as a stick, were staring blankly at the ceiling. Clearly passed out with rubbers wrapped around their arms, old scabs and fresh jabs on their skin. Several discarded needles were left lying on the floor.

They look so oblivious from the presence of Namjoon and his team that you can’t help but call him out “Namjoon, I think we’re late” you shook your head, as you watched their cold and drugged out bodies sitting on a plastic chair, heads resting on the air.

“We are, they’re both dead” Hoseok said after checking their pulse. He stared at them for a moment, as if saying a prayer as he shuts their eyes gently with his finger.

Namjoon walked around the room and picked a used foil and a paper with logo of a lotus flower “Jungkook…” he mumbled to himself as he crumpled the paper and threw it on the floor in fury.

“Are you sure it’s him?” you went to pick it up and checked. It was definitely the symbol of his organized syndicate.

“Positive” Namjoon’s blood suddenly rushed in and felt nauseous at the thought, as he shut his eyes, hoping that he was wrong about it.

“It was a close one…” Hoseok rummaged through the pockets of the two men, but he found none.

“I was so sure, they’ll be here. Him and his men. But why does it look like they knew… You think” you shut your eyes and gasped, realizing what Namjoon might have just thought of earlier. “there’s a mole within the Department?” you continued, slowly turning around to see Namjoon’s reaction. His face turned grim and just weakly nodded.

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐟.

𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴!

𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄.

[a] — angst

[f] — fluff

[s] — smut

more specific trigger warnings will be seen in the fic!

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

𝐛𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜. — [ 𝐚 ] >>> recently released

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒.

𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓…𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏!

𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒.

ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ

…𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐄𝐎!𝐁𝐅 / 𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀!𝐁𝐅

𝖼𝖾𝗈/𝗆𝖺𝖿𝗂𝖺!𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗑 𝗃𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 !

…𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄!𝐁𝐅

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𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 !

…𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐋!𝐁𝐅

𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅!𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗑 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜. — [𝐟]

𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓

What the Devil Doesn’t know

(Witch! Namjoon x Demon! Jimin x human! Reader) (Soulmate au)

Summary: when Jimin dies suddenly and mysteriously it leaves both you and namjoon devastated. But maybe Jimin’s story didn’t end there, maybe he’ll find a way to come back to you from beyond the grave.

Tags: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, themes of grief, depression, nightmares, night terrors, devil characters, magical au, witch! namjoon, magic shop au. soulmate au, brief mention of shapeshifter! Yoongi, brief yoonkook. 

W/C: 5.1k

A/n: this was heavily inspired by a dream that I had where Tae (or something posing as Tae in my dreams) said to me “I don’t care who you love in this life-but when you die- you’re mine” so yeah! when I die I’m getting that good demon dick! happy Halloween everyone!! 

Playlist: Work song - Hozier, when we all fall asleep where do we go?- Billie Eilish, Devil like me- rainbow kitten surprise.

 - As with most sweet things in life, It starts with a flower.

- Namjoon’s friend, Yoongi a shapeshifter, gives him it to him early one morning. though really, Namjoon shouldn’t be surprised that yoongi arrived just after sunrise, pawing at the window in his cat form until namjoon lets him in. he doesn’t shift until namjoon has a cup of coffee poured for him. One moment a cat and the next a very grumpy human. He barely says a thing before he plops the bulb onto Namjoon’s kitchen counter and raises an eyebrow at his unkempt hair over his coffee.

- Namjoon grumbles at that, unlike Yoongi- he doesn’t have anyone to be put together for at almost 5 in the morning. And his shop won’t open for a few more hours either- he has more than enough time to shower and be presentable before then. 

- “You have better luck with flowers than I do” he justifies. And he’s not wrong- but this flower- is something peculiar of note. All Namjoon has to do is pick it up before he realizes what the blub is- and more importantly why Yoongi has brought it to Namjoon instead of trying to pawn it off or keep it for himself.

- The flower is none other than the species ‘Animus Videndceus’ or the ‘soul seeing flower’, and it has the unique ability to bloom according to one’s soulmate.

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✧︎ MASTERP0ST

— beomphvcs

0T7 ♡︎

— falling, & fallen (ft.jungkook)

there are millions of questions in the universe that have answers; why jungkook is acting this way isn't one of them.

or

jungkook finds himself.

KiM NAMJ00N ♡ ︎

— coming soon!

KiM SE0KJiN ♡︎

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MiN Y00NGi ♡︎

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JUNG H0SE0K ♡︎

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PARK JiMiN ♡︎

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KiM TAEHYUNG ♡︎

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JE0N JUNGK00K ♡︎

— falling, & fallen (ft. ot7)

there are millions of questions in the universe that have answers; why jungkook is acting this way isn't one of them.

or

jungkook finds the missing pieces of himself.