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“Has it been really lonely?” you ask, compassion leaking through the crack in your voice.

The pause is answer enough. And you expected it. What you didn’t expect, though, was his reply, “I have you now.”

Debs!!! Hello again you amazing and gorgeous human being. Honestly, I’m so glad to have taken the time to read this chapter because it’s been a while and school has left little to no free time for me. So the second I got an inch of freedom, I took it, and now I’m here.

First, I would like to say that I really missed this world as well as your own writing. It feels so light and free, and I feel comforted every time I read one of your works, so thank you for being here and continuing to share your own creations. I don’t deserve you, but I’m grateful for you.

I really loved the set up of this chapter. I mean, from the beginning you can see how the main character is trying to keep things in equilibrium on shaky ground, but once she found her footing, things just kind of took off and left little control. The repetition that was weaved throughout, all of the "You're over it" “You will not break. You’re over him.” You're over Namjoon", to show her increasing desperation to not let underlying feelings overtake her was really something beautiful. And you know that if those emotions do take over, it could mean possibly reopening the wound of what broke them apart the first time, so it’s more like a defense mechanism. A mantra to protect her and her heart. And it seemed to be working fine until this part:

“I mean, I imagined being undressed in your bed again, but I definitely didn’t think it would be like this.”

Record scratch. Freeze frame. Sir!!!! I honestly had to take a minute and pull away from my phone because I definitely was not expecting that at all. But it would be a lie if I said that it wasn’t welcomed.

It’d occurred to you once that the fates had a sense of humor, and now you’re quickly realizing that tormenting you is their favorite brand of humor.

Once I read this I was like “Alright SAMEEE!!!” It’s okay mc, we’re in this together babe.  

Also, the part that details Namjoon’s loneliness really made my heart reach out for him. Maybe it’s because during the first few chapters we see everything from the main character’s point of view and seeing her hang out with her friends and family, and we’re not really taking into account how Namjoon feels. But just reading that part made my heart yearn for him, and so did the main character’s because slowly you begin to see her submit to her inner feelings. Begin to see that she might not be as over him as she may have believed. (Okay, but pulling the 'Joonie' card and the hand on the thigh was low so I'm lowkey side-eying Yeri for now).

And then this jaw-dropper:

You’re definitely not over him.

Even though a part of me knew that this is what it would come to, it still surprised me to see it and actually have it set in stone. Now I’m curious as to how everything else will unfold between her and Namjoon and Yeri because I’m guessing she’s catching feelings for him too.

I was actually going to send my thoughts last night but my body was just so fatigued and I was mentally drained, but now that I've had some time to sleep and spend more time thinking about it, I'm just like WOW!! You really wrote this Debs! And I can’t believe that it’s taken me such a long time to get to it because it’s so beautiful. 

Thank you so much Debs! You continually amaze me each and every time you write and I’m so proud to know you and read your works. I adore you and I’m sending in my love.💕💕💕

sincerely, but no longer yours | chapter 4

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sincerely, but no longer yours | ex!kim namjoon x reader

genre | angst, exes au

summary | It started as a coping mechanism as getting the words out provided a form of catharsis. But now you can’t stop writing these love letters, even with the knowledge that they’ll never get sent. After all, who writes love letters to their ex?

word count | 4.2k

chapter rating | PG-13

warnings | none

a/n | IM SO SORRY this is late 😔😔 skldjflkj i was trying to get this out for namjoon’s bday butttt i failed HAHAH sighz life just threw consecutive curveballs my way ok but here we go!!!! part foouuuurrrr

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“It’s not every day a man comes home to see the woman he’s been missing like crazy for months only to find out that she’s carrying his baby,” 

Hi Dia! It’s been a while, but I hope that you’ve been doing well. I’m actually really glad that I took a few minutes for myself and read this beautiful piece because...wow. I didn’t realize how much I missed this universe until I was a few paragraphs in and all of the feelings surrounding this series came rushing back. It was so beautiful to go back in time for a bit and see another moment of their relationship and their life surrounding this pregnancy, even more so when you learn that Namjoon doesn’t want the main character to do this alone and that he’ll be with her along the way.

We. He said ‘we’. Insinuating that he is in this with you. Thinking about it makes you feel warm in the chest. Perhaps if you haven’t been crying all night, you would feel it burning in your eyes too, but the hope blooming within you is stopping you from shedding more tears.

This part made my heart melt. I was excited with her even though I already know what’s going to happen later on, but it was a blissful moment and one that should be treasured. But then when you added:

Hope blooms together with relief after hearing what he just said to you. After knowing that he truly cares. But once again, you refuse to let it bloom into something else. You refuse to let yourself dream to have more.

Because dreams are the things that hurt you the most.

It felt like my heart shattered into a million pieces on the floor beneath me. I felt that deeply, and as I continued to read on and see her thoughts, it was a bittersweet moment that you depicted so wonderfully. 

Thank you Dia for making my very long day. This is exactly what I needed and I’m so grateful for you. I’m sending you my love💕💕💕

The Stand-In | #002.1 - Delicate Blooms

➬ Title | #002.1 - Delicate Blooms

➬ Summary | The secret is out, but how would he react to it? Keeping this secret for months has been hard enough for you to do. You had never thought that confessing to your baby’s daddy would be even harder.

↳ Pairings | Namjoon x reader

↳ Genre | Friends to Lovers!au, Failed Marriage!au, Post Divorce!au, Expecting Parents!au

↳ Ratings | PG-13

↳ Word count | 4k words

↳ Fic Index | The Stand-In

Author’s Note | Written as a commission for @saving_gracie who had requested for a specific scene that we passed on during the reveal of our OC’s pregnancy. This scene takes place after drabble #002 with a part of drabble #003, after the surprise homecoming Namjoon had set up to reunite with his little Peach.

The house has never felt so quiet.

It had never felt this way on those nights you had spent time here while Namjoon was away. Even if you had been here with no other companion but silence, at least it had felt more comforting than it is now.

The quiet between you feels deafening. All of a sudden, the house feels cold. He feels cold.

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No matter how hard he tries, things just fall apart under his fingers, for all that he tries to soften his grasp, tries to keep them swaddled in the cradle of his hands.

And yet, here you are, having given him the most priceless, delicate thing he could ever hold: your heart.

Hi Joy. I know that this is only a drabble and the only work of yours that I've read so far, but can I just say that this honestly took my breath away??!? Like, I felt my breath stop in my chest and every time I think about it as I type this out, I get the same feelings again, and again, and again.

The depth and detail, the poetic prose that is woven through these sentences are beyond words. Beyond anything that I could grasp at this time of night. Honestly, I would usually insert more lines or paragraphs so I can talk more about how each and everyone made me feel, but it's just...Every single paragraph, every single sentence, every single word was chosen so beautifully and carefully to create this work of art that is now like a galaxy in during my midnight. From beginning to end, every single word had a purpose and it continued to snowball and build to this wonderful thing that is this drabble. I honestly just want to engrave this piece in my mind forever and ever. 

He wants to keep you safe forever, if you’ll let him.

I just....can I just...pause for a second because wow. Wow...wow...You can see how much Namjoon loves her with all the references to his clumsiness, but how he always treats and cares for the main character like porcelain. And you can tell how much the main character loves him back at the end, and all of it combined just made me smile and made my heart soften. 

If this is only what a 600-word drabble can do to me, then I can only imagine what your other works hold. I feel like this is the reason why I love reading so much. Why at times I’ll find myself lost in a novel for hours at a time when there is other work that I’m indebted to. So I'm so very grateful and thankful that I came to your page tonight. This, and you, were such a light to my dreary day. My joy, Joy. Thank you for reminding me why I love to read so much. I'm forever grateful for you. I'm sending you all my love Joy.💕

12 or 20 with namjoon bls 🥺

12 -   things you said when you thought i was asleep

you could argue that this filled 20 too, but let’s go with 12! thank you for the request anon, I hope you like it!! 💖 ty to my girl @hobi-gif as always!

pairing: namjoon x reader / word count: 0.6k / genre: fluff / warnings: none!

Namjoon’s clumsy. It’s an undeniable fact. You can trust him to look after your deepest secrets and whispered confessions, secure in the knowledge they’ll be fiercely protected, but if you want something carried? You’re better off asking someone else. He’ll drop it, bend it, break it, shatter it. No matter how hard he tries, things just fall apart under his fingers, for all that he tries to soften his grasp, tries to keep them swaddled in the cradle of his hands.

And yet, here you are, having given him the most priceless, delicate thing he could ever hold: your heart.

You trust his clumsy hands. You trust him, trust his tenderness, his gentleness, his kindness and his love—and Namjoon will never break that trust, strives to keep it safe. You forgive his fumbling, his stumbling; his floundering, his blundering. For you, he’s not a ham-handed, unintentional force of destructive chaos. For you, he stands rooted to the ground, a redwood, the Hyperion tree of your world, unshakeable and solid and stable. You sway into him because you know he’ll support you. You fall into his hands, comfortable in the knowledge he’ll keep you safe, keep you whole.

Even in your sleep you stay close. You press yourself against him, folding yourself into lines of his body, soft and quiet in the night. When he entwines his fingers with your own, even in your dreams he’d swear that you squeeze his hand, recognising his touch. He’s so careful with you, always, treats you like something priceless and worth protecting. He sweeps his gaze over your face, the curve of your lashes, the slant of your nose, the fall of your cupid’s bow into the line of your pretty mouth, and he loves loves loves you.

“I love you,” he whispers, quiet and soft and low, words so light in the air that you don’t even stir.

He wants to keep you safe forever, if you’ll let him.

“I’m going to marry you. If you’ll have me.” 

He lets the truth of it slip out into the world, into the silence of the room, full of nothing but the sound of your quiet breathing. He would never put words in your mouth, assume your acceptance—but in this moment, with only himself as a witness, he’ll allow himself this tiny, uncharacteristic selfishness, to imagine a world in which you say yes. 

Your breath hitches before you shift in your slumber, and Namjoon is there to be your eternal foundation, underneath and around you, arms encircling you. Even when he drifts into sleep, falls into the quiet embrace of his dreams, his grip on you doesn’t weaken. Careful, reverent, vigilant, always.

And when your lashes flutter, eyes opening, turning your head to stare up at his sleep-soft face, he keeps hold of you. When you brush your lips across his skin, feather-light, weightless, he keeps hold of you. When you whisper your quiet, quiet answer, that acceptance that Namjoon wants so desperately, of course I’ll marry you, silly goose, he keeps hold of you. Even if he doesn’t hear the promise in your words. Not yet.

But that’s okay. He will, soon. Until then he’ll hear it unspoken, in the way you care for him, love him; he’ll read it in the dawn sun, the way you light up for him, eyes round and lovely as you smile, a secret sparkling in your gaze. He’ll feel it in the way you reach for him, the way you laugh at his sloppy morning kisses, the way you go lax under his hands. The way you trust him to keep you unbroken and whole, wrapped up and safe in his love.

Uncertainties are inevitable in life, but seasons arrive with consistency that humans could never achieve. Because seasons have no emotions - the winter doesn’t feel remorse, and spring isn’t overflowing with hopes of a new beginning.

Cha, I really wasn’t expecting this. Especially not during the morning when my brain is still slightly incompatible with my body. But even then, I cannot fathom how much beauty and soul you put into this drabble when the list of words that I sent in were small and fleeting and definitely do not deserve this amount of depth. 

This piece is so pure and it reminds me of light and the freedom that comes with it, but there’s still that tinge of darkness that’s there and it just….my heart. And the juxtapositions between spring and winter were unfathomable. And this part:

I….I just don’t know at this point because wow...wow. This really brightened my morning and I’m so glad that I woke up to this. You have really made my heart melt Cha and I’ll always come back to this poetic piece. I adore it, and you. Thank you so so so so sooo much for this. I’m sending you my heart, my love.💕

Seasons have no emotions. Rather… hope lies in the gentle flapping of a butterfly’s wings, the slow bloom of the first cherry blossom, the light that lingers long after evening has come, and in the heart of each person who has made it through winter. Hope is what Namjoon unknowingly gives to you as he smiles gently at the creature that has cautiously landed on his large palm. 

Cha! Hi cha! I'm so glad that I caught this before I went to bed 😂. My five words are: color, butterfly/butterflies, heart, light, and hello with Namjoon. Okay. ILY!😘🥰💕💕💕

for kharli 💜 

title: seasons have no emotions

WC: 366

xxx

Seasons have no emotions. Yet, spring brings with it many things. A new calendar, warm weather, days that grow longer, and hope that clings to the new buds sprouting in the sun. No matter how harsh the winter, how cold the air, or how dark the days, spring always follows right behind - gradual, but indomitably persistent. The snow - white and pristine - covers everything like a shroud, while the wind bites into flesh with an icy indifference. Until warmer days arrive, and bits of color make their way from under the cold blanket, slowly revealing what was hidden below. Though winter may seem daunting, the promise of spring will never be broken. Uncertainties are inevitable in life, but seasons arrive with consistency that humans could never achieve. Because seasons have no emotions - the winter doesn’t feel remorse, and spring isn’t overflowing with hopes of a new beginning.

“Hello.” Your attention is brought back towards Namjoon, who has been gazing intently at a yellow butterfly for almost 15 minutes now. His tall frame looks endearingly tiny as he squats down beside the shrubs. There is a slight hesitancy evident in his being as he leans towards the butterfly. “Don’t be scared. I won’t hurt you. I just want to look at the pattern on your wings.”

Seasons have no emotions. Rather… hope lies in the gentle flapping of a butterfly’s wings, the slow bloom of the first cherry blossom, the light that lingers long after evening has come, and in the heart of each person who has made it through winter. Hope is what Namjoon unknowingly gives to you as he smiles gently at the creature that has cautiously landed on his large palm. The dimples grow deeper as he turns towards you, beckoning you with his gaze, to come and share this moment with him. The moment which is small, fleeting, and filled with the soft glow of what can be. Rather than what could have been.

Winter was here, so how could spring be far behind…

xxx

a/n: not sure what this was but i don’t hate it. and as always, i can never talk about spring without that somehow bringing up ode to the west wind 🙈which probably explains the end of the drabble lol. 

@propinqxity hope you liked it!

Yet, it’s the way you look at him afterwards, a deliriousness swimming in your eyes that makes Namjoon want to keep you in his bed forever. Fuck you until you can’t walk without feeling him deep inside of you. Paint your skin so that everyone knows who you belong to.

It’s not a secret that the BB! Series is one of my favorites of all time, but if you didn’t know then surprise! But honestly, anything and everything that you have written thus far has captured my heart. It shouldn’t be surprising that your words have an impact on me, but they do. And each and every time I come onto your page to read something, that constant feeling of wonder and fascination and just plain adornment continues to get stronger. 

Your writing feels like the epitome of soft white fluffy clouds in a light blue sky that sparkle with glitter and gold: soft, but so vivid and dreamy, but enough to make you feel as though you're right there with the characters. As if this barrier of a screen is worthless when it comes to your writing. And I feel like the beginning of each and every one of your stories is so powerful. I mean, you are the epitome of poetic writing. Just from the intro alone, you had lines like: 

It’s bent with the remembrance of his fingers, sepia-toned dogged-ear pages staring at the ceiling of his dorm room.

~~~

For now, you swallow it down. Suffocate that longing until the embers burning within you smother to ashes

~~~

The words don’t sink in though, sitting on your skull before hastily floating away.

~~~

Your attention span is incredibly short — Namjoon knows this. It ricochets off the walls even when you’re sitting still. 

~~~

And so many more that have made me wonder: what is going on in that beautiful mind of yours? How are you able to capture scenery and emotions and turn them into pure liquid gold? A priceless entity that you have stored in your heart and mind and fingers, as if it had always been there, and you’re sharing it with us. For free!

As I continued reading, it felt easy to submerge myself into their little bubble. Know the ins and outs of their relationships. Learn about the things that make them tick, but also the things that make them laugh. The moments that have made me laugh. 

“I’m ovulating, Namjoon,” you retort instead.

“And you’re also on birth control,” he rebuttals. “PEMDAS or whatever. It cancels out the baby option, right?”

I chuckled when I got to this part because it seemed so out there, but god did this strike perfectly with how you have already built up their relationship. Especially when it came to moments when you realize that the main character hasn’t said those three little words yet, but you know that she wants to. Even though it’s a moment that kind of tears you out of their haze because you know that’s its lingering on her lips, its beautiful in a way for her to just want to say them, you know? But I think that that particular phrase is immensely paralleled to the way that they feel for each other. Like this part: 

The tent in his loose shorts hurts. There’s a part of him that’s mortified — how could he get hard just from the thought of you when you’re sitting right there on his bed? Perhaps it’s proof that you’ve invaded everything he is. His space, his heart, his mind.

And most definitely this:

His gaze is so intense you instinctively want to clamp your legs shut, shy away from how seen you feel under his eyes. Yes, technically you were naked in his bed but there’s something else that he draws out just from looking at you. Something that makes you nervous because you like it so much.

“Don’t hide from me.” It’s whispered in the heat of the air, Namjoon picking up on how your legs drift together. He’s got them pressed apart a second later, grip firm but gentle, and your stomach does a swoop so dangerous you’re left violently reeling, the ceiling above you spinning. “Don’t do that, angel. Too pretty to hide from me. I want to see all of you.”

Like, it feels as though there is so much more to them here. They’re so raw, so full-hearted, and there’s so much depth behind their actions and the words that they want to say but are still a little bit hesitant to say them, and I believe that that is the most priceless thing about this part. It’s an occasion where they’ve not quite tethered over the edge, but they’re getting there. And the journey, at least in my eyes, is always a bit more interesting than the final destination. Of course, there are the succeeding drabbles in this series that have made my heart leap beyond galaxies, but for them and during this moment in time, everything that you wrote just felt so right. The emotions they had for each other were not too much, but also not too slight and you were able to envoke them so perfectly and easily here.

Thank you so much Fina. This was getting rather long, so I forced myself to stop before I rambled even more, but this just really made my night. I hope you’ve been doing well, and thank you for all of the beautiful pieces you have written. They, and you of course, will always have a home in my heart. Thank you again!! I’m sending lots of cyber hugs and kisses💕💕💕

→ bad behaviour 03 — a namjoon scenario

member: kim namjoon

word count: 7.5k

rating: 18+

genre: established relationship + smut + college!au 

warnings: we’re ovulating!!! / introduction to the breeding kink that will plague this couple forever / was meant 2 be a drabble?? im incapable we know that / eh big joon!!!! / manhandling kink / pet names used a lot / joon thinks he’s gf is dumb and wants to breed her idk man / size kink / crying when cumming / oc shy for once / discussion of twitter porn / creampie / oc is on birth control (obvs dont do this if u dont want a kid but this is a fanfic u know) / mentions of fisting porn / cock warming!! / if u see a typo no u dont

soundtracks: more than enough + morroco, alina baraz

prompt: “don’t you think there is always something unspoken between two people?” (Something Unspoken, Tennessee Williams).

It’s a rather serene Thursday afternoon, the late autumn breeze sweeping through the campus air. The stillness was ideal for studying, alluding to assignment deadlines creeping round the corner. Which was why your butt is firmly parked in the mess of Kim Namjoon’s sheets.

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ARTIFICIAL HEART | NAMJOON | DO NOT REPOST! ➳ 18+  ➳ robot!AU 🎃 ➳ when you order him as your new android assistant, and soon realize he’s too good to be true . masterlist / instagram / twitter

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Rach, are you trying to make me blush so early in the day🥺? I adore you. Thank you so much my love. This was such a nice notification to see. My heart is yours💕💜💕

“pull over. let me drive for awhile.” - knj

summary: driving with namjoon during quarantine

genre: slice of life au, platonic au

length: 0.5k words

pairing: beginner driver!namjoon x reader

warnings: none

part of my 100 ways to say i love you mini series + repost from my old blog!

also i want to dedicate this to @propinqxity​ since her review on the first version of this made me so happy and it lives in my head rent free :3

Namjoon was never the most coordinated person ever which was why you weren’t very surprised when you discovered that this also reflected in his driving skills.

“I don’t get it. Why is it so hard to know when I should start braking?” Namjoon huffs as he comes to another screeching halt at a stop sign, your body involuntarily jerking forward at the halt of movement.

“It comes with experience, Joon.” You roll down your window slightly and turn down the volume of Yoongi’s new mixtape blasting in the car.

Joon had argued earlier that Yoongi had created the best mixtape for a casual drive earlier as he slid the cd into the slot. On such a hot day during the pandemic, it wasn’t very difficult to find an empty parking lot to practice driving around in. It is, however, very difficult for you to convince Namjoon that he’s overthinking the process of braking.

“Okay, but there must be some sort of rule to this. Yoongi just keeps telling me to feel when I should brake but that doesn’t help very much.” Namjoon ironically comes to another very sharp stop at the next stop sign causing you to scramble for the grab handle. A sigh escapes your lips before you can register it.

“Pull over. Let me drive for awhile.”

Namjoon doesn’t protest, almost immediately turning to double park and stopping the car. Exiting the car, the two of you swiftly swap seats.

“I’ll narrate what I’m doing as I drive and you ask me any questions you have. Then we can switch back after and I’ll help you out. Deal?”

Namjoon simply hums in response as you shift the car into drive.

“Okay so, since the lot is empty, I’m gonna press on the accelerator lightly just to gain some speed.” The car pushes forward at a slightly faster rate and you take your foot off the pedal. “So right now we’re just coasting.” The car continues to roll at a steady speed towards the upcoming stop sign. “Notice the distance between the car and that stop sign? We’re going to start pressing the brakes right about here.”

The car slows as you steadily push down on the brakes, finally coming to a smooth stop in front of the white line.

“Okay so what I did there was I started to gradually press down on the pedal to make sure that the stop wasn’t sudden.”

Namjoon nods at this, attempting to process the new information.

“As we go faster, you’ll need to brake earlier and if you’re following another car, you basically just follow whatever they do. Does this make sense?”

“Sort of?” Namjoon fiddles with his fingers as he attempts to process all the information that you’ve given to him. “I mean it all makes sense logically but practically, I’m not sure if I can execute it.”

You hum understandingly as you turn into an empty slot in the parking lot, slowing the car to a stop.

“Okay,” You unbuckle your seat belt and drivers’ door. “Now you try.”

Slowly but surely, Namjoon gets the hang of it.

“So you’re not terrible at driving!” Jimin exclaims as he watches Namjoon come to a comfortable stop in front of their shared apartment later that afternoon.

You chuckle at his reaction.

“He really isn’t.”

my requests are open for my 100 ways to say i love you and things you said mini series!

Namjoon never makes promises he can’t keep. So he doesn’t say that he will come back. He doesn’t ask for you to wait for him. The only words he whispers in your ear are, “I will love you till I die.” On other lips, those words will sound trite. But on his lips, they are frighteningly true.

You open your mouth to echo his words, but he puts his finger immediately to your lips to stop you. “No. That is not for you to say.”

To me, I'm already not the best with words. I falter. I choke. I realize that someone else can frame my own emotions better than I ever could, and from that, I sometimes submit. Retreat to let others talk over me because they clearly have better attributes. But this, left me completely speechless, and I'm not sure if what I say will be completely tangible, but I'll try.

This was the first work of yours that I reblogged. It's been months, and this piece has always been sitting on my ‘to-read’ list for the longest of times. Then life got in the way, so I couldn't read it when I wanted to, but I ended up reblogging two more fics of yours, one recently today, and now I'm here. I guess the third time is the charm.

Loving Namjoon is like loving water. Sometimes he is liquid, saturating your every pore, filling every hole in your heart that you didn’t know was there, pouring love like a waterfall of sweetness over you. Other times, he is solid and steady, strong and secure, and all you want is to lean into the shelter of his arms and forget about the rest of the whole damned world. Then there are moments where Namjoon seems to evaporate into thin air. Like today. 

It was here when I knew that I was done for. I actually wasn’t planning on reading this so early, when I hadn’t even gotten up to brush my teeth, but here it was. And there I was, completely and utterly vulnerable, and I ended up raising my white flag before I even knew that there was a flag to raise. I lost before I even knew that there was something else to win. So I continued on, letting all of my barriers down for once and not letting logic take over to try and stop me.

He fucks you hard in the precious remaining time before the car comes to collect him. Each thrust into you is prolonged, as if he wants to make sure that every inch of you would remember every inch of him before he pulls himself out only to pound into you again. You come fiercely but silently, willing yourself not to scream, afraid that it might somehow break the spell of him still with you, still in you, still on you. 

The way you write sex, lovemaking, is so overwhelming and beautiful. It's deeper than that though. Soul shattering, but in the best way. But I feel like even that, the depths of a soul, are a mere fragment to what you express in words.

It was at this point where I began to make a mind map of this story. A rollercoaster of sorts: You start at a medium. Nothing too jarring to gut your audience, but not happy either. Then, the lowest point. The trough, where reaching for the high point feels useless. Seems silly. The way you wrote the numbness of a lover going away for long. Dark and numb and grey. Like your body is static, was so powerful and moving, which is why her making art felt so beautiful and salient. Then were the memories of Namjoon, playing in my mind like a hazy fog but still so vivid. I especially liked the scene mentioning the Jewish tradition. The thought of how days began was invoking and bright. But there was a heated gut curling turn with what happened shortly after.

Finally was the climb to the earth-shattering high. But like most rides, the tread upward is gradual. Teasing almost in the way you can begin to see the tops of it, but still, you have to hold on for a little longer. Feel and breathe in all of the hurt and anguish that was holding on to you for a little longer. Almost as if saying, “don’t forget about me”, because the only way you can experience true happiness is by knowing what sadness feels like. 

I liked how you mentioned that Namjoon’s job was “this other lover in your relationship.” It was something that I thought about prior to this, mainly because I’ve been watching The Crown, and if you know the story between Charles, Diana, and Camilla, then you know why. But rather than be faced with animosity, the reader says “this is inexplicably who he is and he wouldn’t be the Namjoon you love if not for them.” and for me, that was one of my highlights. And everything that came afterward felt so fulfilling: 

You don’t trust yourself to answer him so instead you unbuckle him and unzip him and undress the rest of him. He helps you along but mainly watches you, drinking you in, thinking to himself that what you do best is that you undo him, all that he was, and is, and will ever be. 

This was just really beautiful and I really wanted to put it in.

I love how attentive Namjoon is to not only her body but to her. Her mind and soul. Especially when he was stringing together all the inklings about her being pregnant. I've never seen a man so in tune with his lover’s body, and I also really love his humor. The puns. He and his mind are so beautiful and I will forever be in love with this characterization. You write Namjoon so well. So thoughtout. So full and evocative, and it just makes my heart strain than the cage that's holding it in. I’m grateful that I was finally able to end up here.

Now that I’ve ended my ramblings, I have to ask: is it weird to say that I teared up a bit? Well, enough to let one tear fall out of the corner of my eye as I began typing this? There are only two other stories that have made me feel this way, but I welcome it either way. I also really liked the note at the beginning. As someone who has family members who has served/ are serving, it was really lovely and comforting to read.

Thank you so much Sam for this. It’s been a pleasure to finally read one of your stories because I see you around on my dash all the time, and I can’t wait to read more. I’m forever going to be a fan, so thank you for sharing your works as well so I have a reason to smile this morning. I’m sending all of my love and my heart is yours💕

Call of Duty - KNJ

Pairing: Military!Namjoon x female!reader

Genre: NSFW, Smut, Angst, Fluff  🔥🔥🔥🔞, one-shot gif-based drabble

Summary: Namjoon is a military officer and has to go to the field again. When will he come back? 

Word count: 3.3k

Tag warnings: Penetrative sex, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), established relationship, brief hint of pregnancy, brief mentions of torture that Namjoon has gone through as a spy, brief mention of not eating. Super fluffy and sappy. Like really sappy. There is angst before the happy ending.

Beta: Hope from @hobi-gif​ who always gives frank but kind advice and always knows how to tighten my bombastic writing.

 A/N: My greatest respect goes to military wives and families all over the world. I have two friends whose husbands have served in the US Marines. They are women of incredible strength who dealt with long deployments and uncertainty, all the while raising kids and holding on to their own jobs, to a glimmer of hope, and to a shit-ton of prayers. 

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Based on this gif and this gif

Somewhere in Ilsan

Loving Namjoon is like loving water. Sometimes he is liquid, saturating your every pore, filling every hole in your heart that you didn’t know was there, pouring love like a waterfall of sweetness over you. Other times, he is solid and steady, strong and secure, and all you want is to lean into the shelter of his arms and forget about the rest of the whole damned world. Then there are moments where Namjoon seems to evaporate into thin air. Like today. 

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You can't leave the life you built here, you won't. He can't leave the life he built there, and won't. It’s easy between you two, and at the same time it isn’t. But still, every time the key turns or the keypad beeps, both your hearts start beating in sync, your souls are a bit calmer. You don’t question it. Namjoon doesn’t either. It just is.

For a story in which you said, “I still don’t know what I’m doing”, it seems very clear to me that you do.

August, I’m not sure how long you’ve been writing, but I’m assuming that it hasn’t been that long because of your words. So why then was I able to feel so much within a few thousand words? Why was I able to feel approximately three years’ worth of emotions wrapped up in this beautiful story? Why am I stumbling over words to write when I feel like they’ll never truly capture what I’m feeling inside?

You are so talented, August and I don’t want to see you put yourself down ever again, okay? When you lead me through the timeline of this relationship, you could feel how grey and cautious it felt, but there in the wake laid a spark of color that set the tone so beautifully. And this line:

His soft voice stops your rambling. “I was happy you called. I was hoping you’d call.”

Oh my heart. In my head I could almost imagine the softness of his voice, the relief behind his words, and the hope that laid in his heart because of this alone and it felt so good to feel that. To feel as if for a second, I was on the other side of that call. It’s a very gravitating line and one that I felt the most strongly toward. The second one is this:  

He’s getting braver with every breath he takes, with every breath he hears you taking.

I don’t know...It just feels like everything they want and everything that they’ve been subconsciously waiting for was at the end of that call. It’s moving and I loved the story that you told with this couple. 

This story is one that I’ll never forget, so thank you August for writing this. I hope that you’re having a wonderful holiday season. I adore you and I’m sending you my love august. 

my location unknown *reader x namjoon*oneshot

title: my location unknown

And after a hug that lasts a little longer every time you part, after a soft kiss on the cheek that lingers a second too long, he’s gone again. The only sign that he was even here is the crack in your favorite mug from when he accidentally bumped it into the door frame.

pairing: reader x idol!namjoon (the idol-ness is not really a focus, though.)

genre: lovers without benefits to something!AU, long-distance non-relationship!AU, maybe a bit angsty, but also hopefully a bit fluffy (I still don’t know what I’m doing.)

wordcount: 2,3k

warnings: this is partially set in this year, and we all know what a shitshow it’s been. namjoon waxes poetic about Schrödinger’s cat at some point.

A/N: While Home for Christmas was my first posted fic, this one was started before, maybe even months ago. I hope you like this little thing, it’s near and dear to my heart. (This is for everyone who can’t see their loved ones these days. It’ll get better!) Also this is only proofread and edited by me.

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2019

Berlin. Midnight. An apartment with high ceilings adorned with ornaments from another time.

It’s silent. Sometimes when a car passes lights are flickering through the windows. Then they’re gone. And it’s dark again. Or as dark as it can be in the middle of a city that has a streetlamp on every corner and in between. 

The concert is probably over by now. You didn’t go this time, there was work to be finished. The envelope with your ticket and a small note sits on your desk.

You haven’t talked to him in months, and still you know that around midnight, when they have eaten and the adrenaline has gone down, when they have separated after warm hugs and “Good work, everyone!”, a key will squeak in your front door. He will let himself in with the spare key you handed him after he gave you a small piece of paper, on which he had scribbled the passcode to his apartment, the last time you two were in the same time zone.

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[Well fuck...😉]

So I actually read this last night before I went to bed, but it took me longer than usual to read because I kept pausing to squeal because it was that good.

I loved this story so much. I love the relationship between the main character, Hyejoo, and Namjoon, who is so preciously concerned over his little girl and caring and funny. I just adore him. When it got to the part where he was lotioning his body, I was like alright, yeah. But then you added him wearing a gold chain and I nearly choked. I wanted to chuck my phone across the room because I was screaming! I nearly got whiplash because of that lol.

Oh, and when the mc said that that she couldn’t remember the last time she and Joon held hands, but then he ended up doing it in bed when they were worrying over their baby….I’m soft. That was a cute moment. 

The bathtub scene was where I just could not hold it together. They didn’t even do anything yet and I was squealing so much because Namjoon is so hot...so attractive here it makes me sick!!! (Okay, but do you know that tik stoker who does the skits with logic, heart, and lady parts...yeah, that was what I felt with the mc’s dilemma of having another baby 😂)

Ah, this was such a good read Yami. I adore all of the characters so much, and Hyejoo and Jimin have a special place in my heart (even though he did...that. And I wouldn’t even blame the mc if she did punch him in the gut...well, maybe a little). Thank you for writing this. I can’t wait to read more of your stories. Sending you lots of love💕

new parent syndrome

— kim namjoon x (f) reader

SUMMARY You love Namjoon, honest. But you love your daughter Hyejoo even more— it’s not a controversial sentiment when you know he’s the same way! —and going back to a regular adult life sans kids absolutely sucks. (Or so you thought.) WARNINGS dilf!joon, dreamy husband joon, loving parents au, jimin is also a dad, bathtub sexy times, exhibitionism 😳 kinda sorta, tiny praise kink, joon calls her wifey TT, fingering, cunninglingus, doggy style, it’s kinda cheesy n romantic /.\, unprotected sex, …. impreg kink RATINGS m (18+) WC 9.5k 

NOTES writing parent fics is harder than i thought :/ i had this idea last week n was like yes, lets write this fic that absolutely no one asked for… except me! <3 so here we are, fantasizing about dreamy dad joon…. as always i have to thank rumu ( @kigurumu​ ) who is kind enough to edit these n b like that don’t make no sense -_- anyway lemme know what u think !! enjoy !!

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You’re trembling with fear, but there is something comforting about knowing Bear’s name. It sounds solid and strong, like the protective steel of his arms around you, nevermind the chief behind you who’s armed and dangerous.

Hi Sam,

I think you can start calling me an avid reader of yours now with the way you write. To be honest, I made a slight error in thought when I began reading this story because I was thinking about a different type of alien. So when the tone was darker than I had assumed, you could only imagine the shock of my stupidity. But still, that didn’t make me any indifferent to the story that you wanted to tell-- and you did it so beautifully. 

The atmosphere, the characters, the establishing moments of this story were so well written and I could envision it so vividly. The main character has a good head on her shoulders. Some might even call her stubborn for what she’s doing, but she’s braver than any soul I know. And Namjoon...Namjoon shines a light on this dark tone. He’s kind, courageous, and he established that the second he offered his seat for her. I was in love with his characterization from the second you introduced him, so when the incident with the boar occurred, the panic I faced when I thought that he wouldn’t make it back to the truck on time was unbelievable. 

Even after that moment, my body was still tense, but he eased that with four simple words:

“You’re safe with me.” he says quietly.

My eyes softened at that, and the tension I felt in my forehead eased. And in a way, it felt like a promise from you to me while I reading this story. 

The sharing of the coat and candy was also a nice touch. It's astonishing how even sometimes the ones we know the least about make us feel at home and safe. Like you! Your stories are some of the most thought-provoking and out-of-the-box works I’ve ever read. You tap into subjects that I've never seen anyone else do and you do it so beautifully and tenderly as well.  

When they got caught, my heart raced and I was on the verge of tears. I was actually a little bit nervous about continuing reading, but I did. Because I believed in you, your work, your artistry. Also, this is just a side note, but I think the bond between author and reader is very beautiful because it requires a level of trust that not many people get to have. So, I’m thankful that I can trust you in this way as weird as it sounds. And I’m glad that the main character and Namjoon trusted each other during that monumental moment. 

The main character using her voice during that time too was such a power move. I was proud of her even though there was still tension in the air. I’m glad that Namjoon was there for her too. With their relationship, it feels so good, like a balance of sorts. Where one pushes, the other pulls, but it’s in a beautifully created tandem where everything feels so light and right. 

During the scene in the chief’s quarters, when there was that impending lingering doom in the background (both figuratively and literally), the salience of how Namjoon took care of her, his patience, his sweetness, kindness, and gentleness made it easier to bear (no pun intended). Especially when you wrote: “Namjoon pointedly ignores him, plants kisses down the column of your neck, hands chastely on your back. He will die a gentleman if he has to.” 

That moment was such a tender one and one that warms and eases my heart.

Thank you for writing this, Sam. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this story, and the monikers, and I can wait to read even more of your works. Sending you my heart💕

Not your typical alien fic {a KNJ romance}

Pairing: Namjoon x female reader

Genre: Romance. Angst, Smut, FLUFFY ending. 

Rating: M 🔞🔞🔞💓💓💓

Trigger Warnings: there are BAD guys (not KNJ) who abuse their power, make degrading comments about women, and participate in drunken pack behavior. Implied mentions of non-con (in a comment). There is also Poverty. Illegal immigration. It gets intense. But there’s a HAPPY ending.  

Smut warnings: Voyeurism, slight dub-con. OC is a virgin. Namjoon is very careful, very tender, very protective. 

Summary: He’s an illegal alien. And so are you. The journey across the border is perilous. Will you be able to make it to the other side?

 Word count: 5k

 Thanks to: Mars @joheun-saram​, Bella @hobisbeautifulass​, Bunny @bunnyrecsxxx​, and Hope @hobi-gif​ for giving a read through, helping me with tags, and giving encouraging and cautionary comments. This has not been beta’d so please forgive any typos and clumsy wording. 

 A/N: This is my take on an ask for an alien Joon fic. It comes from an amalgamation of stories and news I’ve read about war crimes and illegal immigration. 

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Eyes On Me

You’ve just traded your phone for a seat on this truck. 

It was the same story with your earrings, the bracelet from your grandmother, and the gold good-luck pendant you’ve worn on a red string around your neck since you were born. All were given in exchange for safe passage across river and thorny brush, over mountains and under the cover of night, all in the hopes of reaching a country where you can be free.

Free to eke out a living, to make the kind of money people in your village could only dream of.

Free to finally afford the medical care your brother so desperately needs. 

“It’s too dangerous,” your mother had protested.

“Too foolish,” your father had remonstrated.

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Kim Namjoon wants to fuck you.

To be completely honest, I’m not sure why I am about to say the words I am about to say (well, technically write). But Sam, you have completely caught me off guard with this one. Twice. The first, as you may have seen in my keyboard smash of a tag when I first reblogged this piece and the fact that I quoted it above, was of course, the intro.

When I read an ask that you answered about a sequel to ‘Not your typical alien fic’, I didn’t know what I had expected. However, I most certainly didn’t expect it to start off like this. You get to see a part of Bear and Sparrow that has always been latent. Suppressed. Dormant until we get a slight glimpse of it near the ending of the prequel, but here and now, it was so fiery and intense and carnal that I was shocked for a solid 5.7 seconds. This has been something that I’ve garnering for silently for Namjoon and the mc, but actually seeing it in front of my eyes and so explicitly was really stunning.

I love how patient Namjoon is through this. He’s gentle. Loving, vocal, receptive, and careful. He embodies everything good and pure in this world (and I don’t mean through just this first half of the story).

And now that brings me to my second point.

A part of me should have known that things wouldn’t be all good. I mean, when I got to the end of the first half, I glanced at where the scroll bar was on my screen and I tilted my head thinking, “There’s more???”

It was the whiplash—the sudden change of tone when the officer comes into the story with his flashlight. And at first, I thought that everything would be fine, but I caught on just a second too late in recentering myself in reality—their reality, and sadly a reality for others. I just think that deep down, I was hoping that everything would be alright and normal for them for just once. To have them want each other for a few seconds longer. And that was a powerful feeling to witness. Because honestly it's like that. How in a blink of an eye, everything can change without you wanting it to. But I’m actually a little glad that you didn’t write it that way, Sam. I’m glad that you forced me to see what you wanted me to. Picked me up out of my dreamland filled with rose-colored vision and shook me to my senses.

I guess it’s because wanting these characters to be okay is innate for us readers to want after reading the first part and reading about what they had to go through. However, not everything we want comes to fruition, and that’s okay. There’s a reason for everything, right? I think though that the ending was a balm for my heart because there was room for hope and I just want the best for these characters after every thing that they have gone through and everything that they'll still have to face.

Thank you so much Sam for adding to this story. And thank you for allowing me to experience such a beautiful pain because I know how much your words affected and impacted me here (as well as any/every other story you have written). Thank you so much again, Sam. I’m sending you my mushy heart💕

KNJ romance / smut

Pairing: Namjoon x female reader

Genre: Smutty Drabble NSFW 🔥 🔞 immigrant AU

Tag warnings: making out, fingering female receiving 🔥 in a public place, some tension.

Word count: 1.8k

Beta: Incredible Mars from @joheun-saram​

A/N: Someone asked for real smut for Bear and Sparrow. I hope this takes the edge off. This took so long because my mind could not compute the logistics of where two recent immigrants, without money,  would have some privacy to themselves. So I decided to bring the problem to the fic instead of trying to solve it myself. 

Read Part One here!!! You need the context.

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Kim Namjoon wants to fuck you.

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“So what can I do then? To make you feel more comfortable with me?” 

The only other thing that can make me weak in the knees besides Kim Namjoon are mafia stories, and you, Christina, just so happened to combine both.

I’ve actually read this story before about a month ago, but I didn’t really have time to sit down and do a proper review of this story until now. Actually, I’m very glad that things turned out the way they did and I had time to let this story sink in a little and gather my thoughts about it. 

In physics, there’s this concept of Newton's Third Law. You most likely have heard about it, but nevertheless, it’s a law that states for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Because I’m taking a physics course right now, I’ve had to do a lot of thinking about this entire notion and how it can apply to life events. However, one thing that I didn’t expect for this to show up is within the concept of relationships and love. Of course, when looking at Newton’s law at face value, you could understand how when there are loving and fulfilling relationships, there are also relationships that juxtapose that. Relationships that are filled with hate, or maybe jealousy or any sorts of toxicity. But when I was thinking about this some more, for some reason, this story came into mind, and I think it’s because of the way Namjoon and the main character love each other. Their relationship is not shown in a love-hate manner, but rather like this:

If someone loves another person, they engrain their love into their heart. The more they love someone, the more overwhelming their feelings are for that person, and the more it’ll hurt if they leave. The opposite can be said in that the less you love someone, the less impactful their feelings are for that person, and if they leave, it’ll almost be like nothing was there. 

That how I envisioned the relationship between these two characters. 

I mean, you see in the story how timid and shy the main character was toward Namjoon when she first met him, but as you see the story of the intertwining of their lives unfold, the love that she holds in her heart becomes more and more. From the day they first met, to the day of their wedding and the kiss, to that night, you see the main character’s love for Namjoon expand, and the same can be said for Namjoon as well. I just thought that the parallels you showed then, with the “that’s when she/he knew” parts were so beautifully done, and the transitions between the present and the past were so seamless I had forgotten that things were happening in the present time.

The silk robe coming off was also a moment to relish in. I got tingles while reading it because it felt so...exposing. Maybe it's because that was the last article of clothing that separated them both, and it was overwhelming (in a good sense) because now you know that this is the climax of what has been building up for over some time and everything just felt electrifying. I was honestly blushing a little while reading that part. And the part when you wrote about Namjoon’s smile, when you said how it was “beautiful, cocky and dangerous”. I could see it so clearly and I just UGGHHHHHH!!!!! I fell in love. This entire story was just so intimate and sensual and smooth like silk, and I’m just in love with the way Namjoon loves the main character and seeing the dynamics between them.

Thank you so much for this story, Christina. I enjoyed it a lot. Sending you love!💕

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one shot

mafia!Namjoon x reader

mafia! au, Arranged marriage! Au

7.6k words

mature 👁 (who am I?), romance, fluff, implied first time? (Or maybe just no one’s ever loved her right)

Hi guys! surprise! Guess who’s back with a brand new one shot? I’d had an idea I was so tempted to try. It was supposed to be really quick, maybe just a few hundred words- more a blurb than anything else- but very quickly grew into an almost 8 thousand word story in the course of a day. This is very different for me. I’ve never toyed with mafia! au’s, and I’ve never written a proper story with Namjoon. Halfway through, I even though of changing it to Hobi- but joon is just too perfect for this genre. This is the first time I’ve ever written or shared a story that got quite this intimate. Clearly, since it’s me, there’s still a ton of heart, but writing this part of a love story is very new for me- so posting this comes with quite a bit of vulnerability. Feedback would be amazing. The absolutely beautiful moodboard was made by the ethereally talented @today-we-will-survive . It suits the story so perfectly in every way. I even went back to tweak small details to match up with her picture selections after I saw the board because they were just so impeccable.

I hope you enjoy it! —Christiana 💕✨

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“There she is.”

His gravelly voice sent a chill down your spine as you entered the room, softly locking the door behind you. Rolling his head to the side, Namjoon met your eyes. His gaze was so enticing, so seductive in the dark, but his smile was warm as ever. You were a puddle in his hands the second his dimples showed up and he knew it. As his eyes lazily raked over you, he opened his arms in invitation.

“Come here, baby girl.” 

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“There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well,” 

To be completely honest, I read this three times (one of which I fell asleep during the moment at the beginning where the main character and Namjoon are lying together and cuddling, and she almost gives in), and I still cannot get over this story. 

Namjoon is a total dreamboat. From beginning to end, I was just in awe of him and how you wrote him. He’s so sharp-sighted and witty and in-tune to her, and in the where’s he’s like, “stop it, i can hear you thinking”, I was smiling and giggling to myself because of how observant and cognizant he is. The morning that they shared together, the eating of the fruit (the “sweeter than sweet” part also made me smile), and the reading of Pride & Prejudice!! UGHHH!!!!

The entire scene with the main character reading and Namjoon going down on her was just SJSKJSJAODKLAKLDDL,LDL!! GENIUS BRAIN!!!!! To be honest, when I read it the first time, I was not completely paying attention to the passages you pulled from the book. I tried, but nothing was sticking until I read it again and was like aww. But one part stuck out to me the most, and it was when Mr. Darcy said, "I was in the middle before I begun." when referring to when he knew that he had feelings for her, and in my mind I was like “I wonder if this applies to these characters? I wonder how their story played out”, which then resulted in me creating a mind map of their story and how I thought that it played out lol!

Another thing that I loved about this was this part:

As with everything he does, he concentrates, his mind sharpened to a point. But this time it is directed at you. At times, this kind of intensity makes you want to shy away from it, from the sharpness of his attentions. But when you let yourself relax against it, it’s like letting him into your mind too, letting him see you for who and what you truly are. 

I mean, you see this type of intuitiveness and attentiveness with Namjoon at the very beginning, and you also see it when he’s like “Keep reading” and “You skipped ahead” when he was both concentrating on pleasuring her while listening to her read and I just.....sskskakaha! (I wanted to throw my phone across the room because GOOODDDDD!!!), but in this part, it’s shown in a different manner where he uses it to make her feel good, and it felt so deep and intimate I was blushing! (And when he called her “darling”....DARLING!!!@@@!!!!!! AND THEN THE LAST BIT OF THE STORY?!?!! JUST END ME NOW PLS! I melted)

This story was just so soft and sweet and wholesome (kind of) from beginning to end. Thank you, Willow!!! This was amazing!!! I’m sending you my heart on lots of fluffy clouds with sparkles. 💕

sunday morning | knj

PAIRING namjoon x reader

RATING explicit

GENRE smut, fluff, grad school au

WC 3K 

SUMMARY There’s so much to get done, and yet Namjoon can come up with at least three reasons why you should stay in bed just a little bit longer. 

WARNINGS oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex, morning sex, creampie, pride and prejudice in inappropriate situations 

AN: None of this is edited but I wanted to show my thanks for my most recent milestone in more than just saying thanks. 1 million bazillion thanks to @propinqxity​ who inspired this. I didn’t think it would spiral out like this and yet Kharli always manages to add a little magic to everything she touches. 

SUNDAY MORNING

On the other side of your bedroom door waits the world. The essential elixir: Coffee. Your favorite meal: breakfast. The best place in the world: the huge bay window that looks over the city. And, of course, the stack of five books you’re supposed to finish by the end of the week. You’re barely awake but you wince as the weight of the rest of the day settles on your shoulders. So much to do, so much to—

“Stop it,” a gruff voice grunts from the other side of the bed. You hadn’t realized he was awake.

“What?”

“I can hear you thinking.”

“Huh?”

“About everything you have to do today.” What the hell. Your back is facing him, and somehow still he can read you like the back of his hand, probably even with his eyes closed.

You roll over on your side hoping to catch him unawares, but he’s already looking at you. Those deep dark eyes, crinkled into a sleepy smile.

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Letting himself through the door, he works the top few buttons of his shirt open and glances at his phone. You haven’t responded, which, knowing you, could mean one of two things. Either you let the moment pass...or you’re too fucked out to notice his message.

Kiki,

Can I just say how much I enjoyed reading this fic? I mean, I’ve enjoyed every single story of yours ever since I became a fan of your writing but...wow. This one packed a punch that I wasn’t quite ready for the first time I read it, and even now, as I’m sifting through the story again, there are some scenes that I can’t get out of my head--The first one being the intro. It definitely snapped me to attention even after I read the warnings because it was just so sudden, and it caught me off guard (I guess I kind of understand how Namjoon felt then), but I also liked the light humor that was embedded around this story. It was a nice touch, and the way that it felt so effortless in conversations, sort of like really close friends talking, gave this read a more light-hearted feel at the end which I love for them. Namjoon and the main character seem so comfortable with each other, and I would assume so since they’re in the relationship they’re in, bringing me to another thing.

Even though this story is not one for the faint of heart, I liked the brief backstory that you gave us. Seeing how the main character is one who is often in control and wants to relinquish every single ounce of it when it comes to the bedroom, it made me smile to watch as Namjoon took hold of that and does the best as he can to make sure that he lives up to that role (though I’m still awfully curious about the whole “CEOs crashing into glass doors” thing haha!). But yes, I just really love the dynamics that were shown in this and, there was a line that you wrote in here that shook me to my core. This one! 

“How long’s it been in, princess?”

“Too long,” you moan, and he tuts in disapproval.

“Not an answer.”

I DONT KNOW! There’s just something about it that made me raise my eyebrows and go “oh?” and...yeah. Thank you for putting this in, as well as the rest of the smut in here. This entire piece was really enjoyable to read.

Thank you Kiki again for writing this!! I hope that you’ve been doing well and I’m sending you my love!!!

Dial Tone [M]

Author uhgood-dooghu

Pairing Namjoon x Reader

Summary Namjoon’s been gone for a week. That’s it, that’s the tweet.

Rating 18+

Genre Smut, fluff, my attempt at crack, established relationship

Warnings Explicit sexual content, phone sex, daddy kink you’ve been warned, dom/sub undertones, begging, edging, orgasm control, dirty talk, use of a sex toy, Namjoon’s packing, OC is a bro girl at heart, self gratuitous porn with no plot

Word Count 2.7k

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⟪Crestfallen, yet unable to give up on that dimming glimmer of hope, you reach across the table. Your hand slips in his and squeezes tightly, calling, no pleading to bring him back to love. Back to you.⟫

Do you know when you're playing those hot and cold games, and the person you're rooting for is so close to getting where they need to be, but then they make a complete left and end up having dinner with your neighbors...somehow?? Yeah, that's how I feel about these two.

I really love the story you told between Namjoon and the MC and how they juxtapose each other in a way. Where Namjoon is more analytical and logical when it comes to observing relationships, the main character is more fluid and has this brightness about her that makes her see the opposite side of the same coin. But when said coin is reflected onto them, they are both blinded by the fact that they’re gauging what the other might think, making them completely miss the fact that for once, they are looking at something in the same light (hence the reason why stories like this one are my favorite!!). It is a bit ironic though how observant and cognizant Namjoon is of other people when it comes to body language and attraction but is blinded when those are done onto him. Like the part where she reaches over to take his hand, and he smooths his thumb over her knuckles made my heart melt and flutter out of my chest, which is why in my mind I was like SERIOUSLY?!?! NOTHING?!?!?! (it’s okay though, I’ve had my moments too so it’s understandable😂 , But it doesn’t diminish the fact that I want to reach inside of my screen and shake both of them because of how oblivious they are, you know?)

And, I also liked this part:

What you don't see, however, is the longing that sets in the second you turn away from him. No longer is the warmth of your touch on his skin. No longer is he able to bask in it, to pretend it might mean something more than a friendly gesture.

Even though I kind of got ahead of myself earlier, this was a moment that was still a bit of a surprise or twist ending in a way because you see the wall that Namjoon built around himself fall, if only for a second. I think that was a really intimate moment because then you knew how he truly felt when he wasn’t putting up an image of someone who is intangible, impenetrable, and unobtainable, and you know what he secretly wants but is a bit scared to reach out and grab it. Why? Because he’s stubborn and knows that sometimes it’s easier to build walls and keep people out than break them down and baring yourself to vulnerability.

I also loved this part:

What is left of that hope is little more than a dying ember in what once was a raging fire, but he clings to it to carry him through. He hopes you can feel its warmth. He hopes its enough to light a path to him and his open heart.

It’s such a beautiful, bittersweet ending to know where their feelings really lie but OMG!!!!

The dialogue and the emotions you brought out felt authentic and tangible, and the pacing was so good!! Like even though this is a little over a thousand words, it didn't feel like I was being subconsciously rushed to finish this story. It felt as though I was immersed in the moment with them, carrying along with their dialogue as it was written.

Thank you for writing and sharing this story with us!! It’s so beautiful, and I feel undeserving to have read it!! My heart is yours💕

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pairing: namjoon x female reader

word count: a small 1,045

summary: pining idiots who pine.

a/n: thanks to everyone who sent in member suggestions earlier! I went with the first response I got 😘

"It's not gonna work out," Namjoon sighs.

The restaurant is bustling so he's not too worried about his voice carrying or causing any sort of scene. He just lets his shoulders sag as he stares off to the space behind you. His disappointment is evident, but fleeting.

The finality of Namjoon's tone is more than a little heartbreaking and you honestly can't understand how he can mean that. How he can say such a thing without giving any sort of explanation.

"What makes you say that?" you ask as you whip your head around to take a peek for yourself.

There you see Jungkook, your adorable, big hearted friend, rocking the most radiant of smiles. He looks all kinds of smitten staring at his pretty date from across the table. Again, you wonder about Namjoon's logic sometimes. How he can see anything but a sweet couple having a nice time is beyond you.

With a cocked brow, Namjoon refocuses his attention on the menu in front of him before bursting the cute little love bubble you've inflated around the pair.

"Her body language is closed off, while Jungkook's is open. He's trying to engage with little reciprocation from her and she keeps checking her phone like she'd rather be talking to someone else. He's too eager and she's not that interested. I want a margarita, let's split a pitcher."

He speaks so quickly, so matter-of-factly that it makes your head spin a little. How he's able to pick up on so many subtle, nonverbal cues is beyond you. But that must be what makes him good at his job and what makes you the still-single, hopeless romantic. Regardless, you hate how cynical it all sounds, you hate how he's able to brush off the heartbreak your mutual friend is sure to face if Namjoon's actually right. (He always is.) And so you aim to scold him.

"Namjoon."

"Jungkook will probably want to drink too, once his date ditches him. The pitcher is the economical choice."

"Namjoon," you try again, irritation building behind your tone. "You've taken one look at them and have already written them off as a failure. People aren't that simple, you know? Love is a complex thing."

Indifferent as always, he sets his menu down and levels you with an unimpressed glare.

"Except they are, and it's not," he counters. "People are simple. They're easy enough to read if you know what you're looking for and I know, _____. Jungkook likes her. She isn't into him and that is the shitty reality of dating. It either works out, or it doesn't. There is no in-between. And there's no use in giving him false hope when I know what I see and I know what it means. He'll get over it."

Jaded. Namjoon's job as a relationship consultant has made him so jaded and it breaks your heart to know he wasn't always like this. He used to believe in whirlwind romances. He used to make your heart beat heavy in your chest with the way he spoke about the kind of love he wanted to find.

There was a time you foolishly hoped he'd find that love in you, but as the days have continued to drag on, that hope is nothing more than a flickering speck in the distance. Really, you're not sure if he even believes in love anymore, let alone wants to pursue it with you.

Crestfallen, yet unable to give up on that dimming glimmer of hope, you reach across the table. Your hand slips in his and squeezes tightly, calling, no pleading to bring him back to love. Back to you.

"But that's where it's not so simple, Joon – wanting someone who doesn't want you. Just because you know it, doesn't make it hurt any less. Doesn't make those feelings go away."

Namjoon sighs, looking down at where your hands meet. For a moment, he allows his thumb to smooth over your knuckles in what you can only assume is pity. You're sure he must find you so pathetic, so naive.

"I know that, ____. I deal with unrequited emotions every single day."

You know he means in his work. He must see situations like this all the time. But living it, being stuck in the middle of all that impossible yearning is a different hell in itself. Namjoon couldn't know how this feels. How Jungkook is going to feel. How you feel. It's all too easy for him to disengage.

It hurts too much to linger in this. To feel the weight of his palm in yours and want for something more. A more tender circumstance where he'd touch you in this way. It hurts too much to know he won't.

In an effort to save yourself further embarrassment, you reclaim your hand and look back towards Jungkook. At least there you might see a happier scene, despite Namjoon's grim predictions.

What you don't see, however, is the longing that sets in the second you turn away from him. No longer is the warmth of your touch on his skin. No longer is he able to bask in it, to pretend it might mean something more than a friendly gesture.

He understands more than most just how Jungkook is going to feel. The only difference is that at least his friend is brave enough to put himself out there to be rejected. At least he has a chance at finding something special.

Namjoon, on the other hand, is a coward. He helps people open themselves up to being vulnerable, to loving and allowing that love to come back to them. But Namjoon finds it hard to be open when he knows the person he wants doesn't, no couldn't feel the same. He is unable, or maybe unwilling, to practice what he preaches and so he resigns himself to ache for you. To live in this loneliness and hope that one day you might realize you want him too.

What is left of that hope is little more than a dying ember in what once was a raging fire, but he clings to it to carry him through. He hopes you can feel its warmth. He hopes its enough to light a path to him and his open heart.