This Story Is So, So Good! (Chef’s Kiss). The Namjoon In This Fic Is The Perfect Boyfriend!

This story is so, so good! (Chef’s kiss). The Namjoon in this fic is the perfect boyfriend!

My Feet to Follow, and My Heart to Hold || KNJ || Masterpost

(banner by @/itaeewon)

Title: My Feet to Follow, and My Heart to Hold (Complete!)

Rating: NSWF - minors dni

Genre: college!au, roomie!au, angst, s2l, slow burn, eventual smut

Pairings: KNJ x female reader, unrequited KTH x reader

Summary: You know a lot about the many types of love thanks to Kim Taehyung. You love him as the only person you see as “family”, you love him as your very best friend, and you love him as the beautiful, funny man he’s become. But when a twist of fate during your senior year has you rooming with his good friend Kim Namjoon, you just might find that you have plenty left to learn about love.

Lesson One: there are such things as a right way and a wrong way to love and to be loved. Warnings: pov changes - some scenes are namjoon’s pov, conversations revolving around the past loss of immediate family members, language, drinking, angst, a LOT of poetry sorry, eventual smut - sections will have individual warnings

Author's Note: huge thank you to @/kookstempo, @/casuallyimagining, and @/toikiii for beta-ing and listening to me talk about this series a LOT!!! Second thank you to @/jeonqkooks for the gorgeous banner and ALSO for listening to me talk about this way too much lolllll

Series Teaser:

Namjoon peers at you through eyes squinted in suspicion. “How drunk are you?”

You consider this. “Enough that I want to kiss you again, to hell with the consequences. Not too drunk to remember that there would be consequences.”

The playfulness leaves his face; it’s too obvious not to notice. “Consequences like what?”

It’s a challenge. He knows you know it.

“Namjoon,” you say, a little pleading. Don’t.

“Consequences like Taehyung would see?” he presses. His voice has gone hard.

I. Your Wild-Running Heart | 7k

II. My Devotion's Been an Ocean | 7k

III. So I Speak Your Name | 7.5k

IV. Something Has to Change | 7.5k

V. Say What You Mean | 6k

VI. Don't Think About Him | 6k

VII. Supposed to Be With You | 6k

VIII. Nothing Grows Here | 5.5k

IX. Heedless and Willful | 8k

X. So I Follow | 7.8k

XI. All of It | 8K

Extras:

-> The apartment's layout

-> Section II Poetry Analysis

-> Section III Poetry Analysis

-> Section IV Poetry Analysis

-> Section VI Poetry Analysis

-> Section VIII Poetry Reading and Analysis

Kaleidoscope | KNJ

▻ Kaleidoscope ↳ Musician!Namjoon x Artist!f.Reader ⤜ Private Mutual Pining, Artist Muse ⤜ Neighbors AU | fluff, smut ⤜ Rating: MA ⤜ WC: TBD (chapter WC so far listed below) ⤜ Summary: He’s your neighbor, but he’s also slowly become your secret muse over the years. It’s the small details that draw you in, little pops of color in the otherwise mundane world, and they make you want to learn more about the man from across the hall—the brilliant kaleidoscope in your life. ⚠️ Crass language, secret personal pining, intimate personal thoughts about a stranger, more to come with each new addition Each chapter will have specific warnings listed.

Part 1. Red (873 words)

Part 2. Orange (793 words) coming soon!

Part 3. Yellow (1,550 words) coming soon!

Part 4. Green (TBD words) coming soon!

Part 5. Blue (TBD words) coming soon!

Part 6. Purple (TBD words) coming soon!

My plan is to post one of these little drabbles every day between now and Joonie's birthday 💜

Part of the Bangtan Writers HQ September 2023 “Big Boys” Flash Fiction Writing Event.

A special thank you to @hisunshiine & @downbad4yoongi for being the best betas!

Can also be found on: Ao3 | Wattpad

◅ Back to Main Master List ©️ 2023-09 ColorMePurplex2

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callmenoona25

1 year ago

Omg, this fic is on a whole other level! The angst! And for the first time I really, really relate to y/n! I hated her at times but mostly I truly understand how she feels!

A Fine Line [Masterlist]

Pairing: Namjoon x f!reader (ft. Hoseok)

Genre: roommates/enemies-to-lovers, non-idol!au, smut, some angst

Total word count: 67.5k (92k including epilogues and bonuses)

Summary: It's time to rebuild your life. You've got a new job, a new apartment, and a future that might be bright. The only problem? Your new roommate.

Content: consumption of alcohol, protected sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (f. and m. receiving, inc. throat fucking), masturbation (f. and mention of m.), spanking, biting, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, some seriously Big Dicks.

Enormous thanks to M, 💗@here2bbtstrash💗, for beta-ing this series for me.

Chapter One - Desperate Times

Chapter Two - A Distraction

Chapter Three - It's Not Complicated

Chapter Four - A Warning

Chapter Five - Fun and Games

Chapter Six - Fury and the First Time

Chapter Seven - Lacunae

Chapter Eight - Confessions

Chapter Nine - Watershed

Chapter Ten - Grasping the Nettle

Chapter Eleven - Luxury

Epilogue One - Hope

Epilogue Two - 'Tis the Season

Epilogue Three - Final Order

Epilogue Four - Yes

Bonus Chapter - Fear and the First Date

Bonus Chapter - Check

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callmenoona25

2 years ago

He is just…😍😍😍

MC Joon For The Dictionary Of Useless Knowledge

MC Joon for The Dictionary of Useless Knowledge

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callmenoona25

1 year ago

Too beautiful not to reblog! 😍

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callmenoona25

8 months ago

Really impressed with how well this is written, the amount of details and story background. Really super excited to read the rest of the story!

Chapter 2: Coffee

The double doors opened to reveal a spacious boardroom, lit by bright lights and furnished with a long table and around it, twelve white leather chairs. The air was filled with a mix of strong colognes and the scent of freshly brewed coffee. Seated at the head of the table was a portly yet amicable-looking gentleman clad in a navy suit and silver round-rimmed glasses, quietly talking with another man who I assumed to be the CEO, Mr. Bang Si-hyuk. A few more men and two women were scattered around the room, some at a small coffee cart, brewing cups for themselves. As Ming and I entered the room, the chatter among them gradually died down, and all eyes turned towards us.

I start to fix my face in a friendly smile, blinking quickly and clasping my hands over my shoulder bag in front of me. I'm glad I put my hair up because I could feel the sweat coming. That also means the frizzis going to be wild. Ming gestured for me to place my bag down where I'd be sitting.

"Get a coffee, if you want to," she said to me and crossed the room to speak to a thin man with slick black hair in a green blazer and khakis pouring cream into his coffee mug. They shared a laugh as he glanced my way with a nod.

I settled into my seat and began organizing my laptop, bag, and phone on the tabletop in front of me. The situation felt somewhat reminiscent of the first day of school. I noticed from the corner of my eye that a well-dressed guy with broad shoulders was sitting across the table from me, his gaze fixed downward at something on his lap, presumably his phone. After adjusting my belongings, I finally looked up just as he lifted his eyes from his phone and our gazes met. He gave me a friendly, closed-mouth smile and a nod, raising one eyebrow slightly. My eyes widened for a moment.

Those eyes. They're... piercing. holy shit. The purple-haired idol from the K-pop shop, right? Except his hair isn't purple now. It's neck-length and raven black, shiny and glossy. His skin is beautifully honey-toned, and whoever did his makeup this morning deserves an award. He's dressed in a black turtleneck and blazer, and he's peering through square-rimmed glasses. Silver hoops in his ears and various ornate rings on long, elegant fingers. Gorgeous.

"jalie anj-ja, jebal." Let's have a seat, please" the man in the round-rimmed glasses announces to everyone and makes a welcoming gesture with his hands.

He takes his seat and patiently waits for everyone to find their seat, scrambling with organizing papers and setting down steaming coffee cups while quieting down with their attention focused on him. A few glances still shoot in my direction. I guess curiousity presents in different and interesting ways. I feel like a shiny ornament on a Christmas tree.

Ming takes the seat next to me and hands me an Ipad.

"You'll see the English translation automatically through the app as Mr. Bang speaks."

“Like, live interpretation? Cool.” I reply.

Mr. Bang begins by welcoming everyone this morning and comments on being grateful for the good weather finally. (It's been raining for a week straight in Seoul.) I start to see the English text start to populate on my screen. He continues by thanking the crew for being patient while some things were ironed out in the most recent "mishap" and that the extra security around the building would continue for the next two weeks. Damn. What could've happened?

Mr. Bang turned his focus on Ming and began explaining to everyone that there would be a new colleague in the office for the next two weeks as well. I perk up in my seat and put on a reserved passport-type smile.

"Please welcome our American colleague Maggie Marsden from the Focus Marketing and Advertising agency."

Ming pokes me in the arm to stand.

I stand up from my seat to face Mr. Bang and bow in respectful acknowledgment. He nods back at me and continues in Korean:

"She will be working closely with our staff to collect data and details in assistance with the promotion of RM's upcoming solo music project and full-length album release in the U.S."

RM, what does that stand for? Radio Man, Really Modern, Respected Moron? I snorted to myself as I wondered about the meaning of the abbreviation.

The attractive guy sitting across from me gave me a quick glance and then returned his focus on Mr. Bang as he continued to speak. I felt my eyes widen again, realizing I needed to pay attention. Wait, could this be the "RM" that Mr. Bang is speaking to?

"We wish RM the best of luck on his new journey in musical artistry, here in South Korea and abroad."

The whole room erupts in respectful applause, a mix of golf claps and encouraging smiles from everyone present.

"RM" stands and bows to everyone in the room with a pretty, bright smile.

"I'm honored to have your continued support. Fighting!" He says, excitedly pumping his fist and looking at the faces around the table, one by one.

His gaze shifted to me, and in English, he said, 'Thank you for taking on the project.'

He bowed graciously, his gleaming-white smile confirming that he was, in fact, the same purple-haired guy from the photocard. Perhaps the purple hair was a relic from his boy band days, and he had kept his natural black now for a more mature image.

I nodded in response, still smiling. 'I'm glad to be here. Thank you for having me,' I replied.

The formality of the exchange reminded me how admirable the mutual

respect in this culture is. Compared to Americans, whom I believe can be so rude, I wish there could be some similar habits formed in my own culture. Maybe we could learn a thing or two from the Koreans in terms of politeness.

Well, well... It seems we have our idol. An idol that goes by "RM". I haven't wanted to call Hana so badly in my life. She's gotta know who this guy is and what group he’s in. For now, I keep my professional composure. After a few more discussions from the group, the meeting ends.

Mr. Bang thanked the group again and asked me to stay behind for introductions. The others began chatting amongst themselves and gradually left the room until only Ming, Mr. Bang, Mr. Green Blazer, and Mr. 'RM' were left.

Ming took the tablet from me, and Mr. Bang approached me with an outstretched hand for a handshake and I clasp his with a smile.

"dangsin-eul mannaseo joh-eun. ulineun dangsingwa hamkke ilhage doeeo gippeuge saeng-gaghabnida."

Oh, shit. Mr. Bang seemed to assume I was well-versed in Korean as he smiled politely and handed me a key card on a lanyard. I accepted it with both hands, and Ming quickly translated his words. Mr. Bang expressed his happiness that I was here and shared that he and his marketing team were looking forward to working with me. He also mentioned that I would need to take a package of media with me before leaving. This was the part where I was assigned homework, often consisting of a dossier-type folder containing legal documents, contracts, and other paperwork for me to sign. The package usually included a statement of the company's image and ethics, as well as the various red tape involved. I was meant to sign everything and return it the following day.

"RM" walks over to join the conversation and extends his hand to shake mine, a bright smile still on his face.

"Miss Marsden, it's nice to meet you. On the label, I go by RM, leader of BTS, but my given name is Kim-Namjoon. You can call me Namjoon if you like."

He spoke in very clear English, with sort of an American accent. His deep, velvety voice caught me off guard. Just as our hands met, we were both surprise by a burst of static electricity.

"Oh!" We both exclaim and laugh, surprised and startled by the effect.

"Namjoon, is it?" I say, smiling widely still. "I look forward to hearing all of your ideas. I’m excited to help you promote your project.”

"I appreciate that. Has anyone given you the tour yet?" Namjoon peers around at his team.

Ming-Hee abruptly steps forward and tells him she is on her way to doing so after the meeting ends.

Mr. Green Blazer steps in and finally introduces himself too.

"Hello, I'm Mr. Kim's personal assistant, Lee Seokjin.

I shake his hand and bow, and he and Namjoon chat quietly as Ming hands me a business card of what looks to be a lounge in Seoul.

“Hoesik tonight at 7. You’re invited.” Ming says as she gathers her belongings.

“Sorry, way-sick? I’m not familiar with what…” I said, as Ming cut me off to explain.

“Drinks and a meal with the team. Mr. Bang pays for everyone. It’s mandatory.” Ming told me. She made it sound like he was making us run laps or something.

“Oh, fun, I’ll be there.” I smiled. Ming did not.

Namjoon and Mr. Lee nodded at Ming and I from across the room before they concluded their conversation and walked out together. Namjoon glanced back at me just before turning the corner, a lingering look that left me staring at the spot for a few moments until Ming suddenly poked me in the arm, jolting me out of my stunned state

"You good or not?" She asks, puzzlingly looking at me like I had a third eye.

"I'm good." I respond with a nod, rubbing my arm in the spot it was violently poked and start to gather my things from the table.

“Get a badge photo done before you leave. Front desk. See you tonight." Ming said.

I nodded again and made my way to the reception desk downstairs for the obligatory photo and to sign some papers.

I was anxious to get out of there so I could finally call Hana back and give her all the details.

Outside, I spotted a cafe a few steps away and decided it was time for some lunch and to sit down to call Hana. The cafe was named "Wisteria Cafe", according to Google Translate, and it looked cozy enough, just as the rain started to pour down again.

I sat at a small table covered by a dainty mint green tablecloth next to a window and ordered a turkey sandwich on a ciabatta roll with an iced green tea. I pulled out my phone and called Hana. I did some quick math to figure it was 8 pm the previous day in Seattle.

"Hey, girl! Damn, you must be getting paid or something ‘cause you're too busy to call your bestie."

Hana giving me shit for not calling her is classic, no matter the circumstance.

"Sorry, girl. I arrived with half of my brain last night. It was late."

"Yeah, so how’s it to be back in Seoul? How's the weather?" Hana asks.

"It's raining, of course. But it's pretty. Rain smells sweeter here.”

"Girl, you're the only Seattlean who likes rain, I swear to God. I want to know what the job is like. I've been waiting all day for you to call so you can tell me who the freaking idol is that you get to work with. It's been driving me crazy since you left. Is it Jennie from Blackpink? I heard she's going solo. Rose’ is, too…" Hana rambles on with more possibilities and I have to cut her off.

"All I know is he goes by RM and his real name is...Nahmshoon...June? oh, shit. I already forgot. I know they called him RM for sure."

...silence…

"Hana? Did I drop the signal? Are you there?" I ask, listening to dead air for a few seconds.

"Mags. Did you say RM, or do you need a new phone? You...you... have no idea what you're talking about here. Holy fuck. W-what did he look like?"

"I mean... he's a very tall, dark-haired, impressive-looking Korean guy with earrings, really intense eyes, and a deep voice. He's gorgeous like every K-pop idol you’d expect to be."

"Fair." Hana said. "Mags, in your entire existence, have you ever heard of the group BTS?"

"Yeah, I've heard of them. I'd probably know them if I heard one of their songs, I guess." I answer.

Hana sighs heavily.

"Well, let's just say that your Mr. ‘RM” belongs to one of the biggest, most successful K-pop groups in the history of K-pop. We're talking the equivalent of Korean Beatles here. I've been a fan since middle school. I had all their photocards. I can't believe you don't remember that!" Hana says.

"Oh, photo cards! I passed a cute shop earlier on my way this morning that had a bunch of those in a stand. Just a bunch of idols and glossy headshots of them all. Did BTS ever have purple hair?” I ask.

“Yeah, they all have at some point. RM did, like five years ago. Why?” Hana asks.

“That’s weird. I saw him before I got to the office this morning. His picture was there. I almost killed myself by getting my heel caught in the pavement, walking by that place.” I said.

“Yeah, he had purple hair at one point. Then blue, green, pink... He’s on the rap line. Meaning he’s a rapper... not the best of singers, but rapping is what he’s known for. Not my bias, but still... I can’t believe this shit. MAGGIE! You met RM? “You’re working with him? God, he’s fine too. I’d give my left tit to meet ANY of those guys.” Hana huffed.

“I got kind of dumb around him, to be honest,” I admit. “His eyes wrecked me. I couldn’t think of words. I almost forgot my own name.” I said.

Hana sighs heavily.

“I can only imagine. I can't believe this, Maggie! Here’s your homework, homie. You go back to your place, get on YouTube and go down the BTS rabbit hole. I want you to watch live performances especially. Music videos, a show called RUN BTS and I want you to witness the phenomenon that is BTS, got it?

“Well, I can’t tonight. They invited me out for “hway-shik”. I guess I have to go.” I said.

“Hoesik? Oh, good luck. They’re going to feed you shots of Soju to see how much liquor you can hold. Consider it a challenge.” Hana laughed.

“Not me, girl. I only drink whiskey and gin in mixers.” I said.

“You have to take a shot or else they will think it’s rude. It’s like turning down a gift.” Hana said.

“I’ll take one for the team.” I said.

“Take three.” Hana laughed again.

“Alright I gotta go run a delivery for the shop. Appa is sick with a cold again.” Hana said.

“Aww, tell him I said ‘get well soon’. I said.

“Yep, will do. Rabbit hole! Talk later, girl.” Hana makes a smooch sound and hangs up.

I finished up at the cafe and caught the train back to Myeongdong. The sun was shining and the fog finally lifted off of the Han River. When I got back to the Air B&B, I had a few hours to kill before dinner out with the team, so, I took Hana’s advice and spent some time looking up BTS on Youtube. I felt like Alice falling down the k-pop rabbit hole and felt a little overwhelmed by it. I was amazed by the impact these guys had on the industry here. BTS paved the way, it would seem. They had gone through some shit to get there, though. Their humbleness was apparent, their fandom, “ARMY”..well… insane, in the best way. So supportive. I was in awe of the choreography, the outfits, the hair changes, the charm and sex appeal all of them exuded on stage. RM definitely played the part of leader. Translating everything into English for the group when they traveled abroad, organizing the group photos, taking questions in interviews. It was apparent that he carried a heavy burden to ensure their success as a group. It made me feel bad for him, in a way. Was he carrying too much? Was it taking its toll on him? The seemingly peaceful expression on his face looked almost forced most of the time. What do I know, though?

This is something I knew relatively nothing about. I grew up in a completely different environment altogether, my parents, practically hippies, always listened to classic rock and folk, singer-songwriter tunes. Mom grew her own alfalfa sprouts in the family garden for green smoothies, always had dirty bare feet and sang Doobie Brothers at the top of her lungs. Our house was an old bungalow built sometime in the 1950’s. Dad built model ships and wore his sailor cap around the yard smoking cigars when he wasn’t at sea crab-fishing for months at a time. My brothers and I grew up building sheet forts under the pines out back and lived in the garden, stealing cucumber snacks in the shade. A vast contrast to the glamor of the city life in Seoul. The high-fashion, the luxury cars and the gleaming skyscrapers. It made me wonder what sort of childhood Mr. Kim Namjoon had lived.

Hours seemed to fly by as I watched dozens of various videos and it suddenly became 6pm. Time to go out. I changed into some black chinos and a silk blouse with ballerina flats and my gold Cartier watch, hoping the attire was casual enough, but stylish enough for a dinner out with work friends. The card Ming gave me had the address on it and decided I’d request an Uber instead of hopping on the train tonight.

The lounge was in Euljiro, which wasn’t too far from where I was staying here in Myeongdong. The place was colorful and bright, sticking out from a street corner and loaded with people, most still dressed in suits and ties. Neon beer mugs blinked in bright, golden yellow and beamed through the rain above the front entrance. I quickly Googled how to ask to be seated at my company’s table and approached the host station. The hostess asked me to follow her and lead me through a curtain down a hallway stacked with boxes and supplies, bottles of liquor and glasses stacked high. This cannot be right. Just when my suspicion peaked, we turned a corner through another curtain and saw a long table with my work mates sitting together enjoying their first beers of the night. Ming stood up and waved me over to sit next to her.

“I’m glad you made it before Mr. Bang arrived. He just pulled up. Sit here.” Ming said, sipping her glass of what looked like Brandy.

“I wasn’t expecting a place so…basic.” I turned to Ming and said.

“It’s been Mr. Bang’s favorite place since his trainee days. We meet here once a month.” Ming said, rolling her eyes and taking another sip. “But, the food is good and the soju is cheap.”

I could hear a raucous of voices coming down the hallway and entered the room where we sat. Mr. Bang, Mr. Lee and Mr. Kim Namjoon entered together, seeming to be joking around and laughing at some inside joke. The group stood and bowed toward Mr. Bang and greeted him enthusiastically. I stood and bowed with a smile, eyeing Namjoon while he smiled and shook a few hands then gestured for the server to place an order.

“moduleul wihan soju.” he said.

Damn, I at least understood soju was a part of that sentence. He gestured toward the whole group when he said it. I better gulp down some water while I can. My body isn't ready. Ming observed the gentleman taking their seats and chatting with the ones at the table finishing off their beers and Ming chimed in where she could amongst the excitement. Namjoon flashed an interested look my way, smiling and nodding toward our end of the table. It was the sort of circumstance where you think someone recognises you on the street and waves, but unbeknownst to you, they’re waving to someone behind you. You awkwardly wave anyway, just in case.

I flash my eyes at him, inadvertently and smile back, feeling the blush warm my face, giving me away, as usual. He kept looking my way, making me feel self-conscious as to whether it was me, Ming or someone else he was eyeing around us. I squirmed in my seat a little, hoping for the arrival of the soju to at least help take the edge off. I was already feeling anxious, being the only non-Korean speaker among the group. Namjoon's frequent glances didn't soothe my nerves. He stood up from his seat and made his way over to our end, pulling up a chair next to Ming and I. He was dressed in a beautiful royal blue button-up under a black blazer, a thin gold necklace sparkled from behind his collar. His black hair loose around his eyes and shining in the lamplight. It was hard not to hold a gaze on him. He listened as Ming laid out the traditional rules of drinking soju.

“You should sip the soju when it arrives, don’t shoot it like vodka. You don’t drink it until the eldest at the table drinks and you turn your face away from him when you drink it.” Ming instructed.

I felt flustered already, but I knew there were certain customs when it came to the drinking culture here in Korea. I felt grateful for Ming’s help. Namjoon studied my expression as I listened to Ming’s instructions, noticing my apprehension.

“Hey, it’s not a big deal. Just enjoy yourself, Maggie. We’re all friends here.” He said with a wink.

The soju arrived and was passed around the table to each of us. I waited with the glass in hand for the signal to salute a round of cheers. Mr. Bang stood and made a speech which Ming roughly translated for me. He welcomed us and congratulated RM on his new venture and then raised his glass my way and welcomed me to the team. I raised my glass toward him and nodded. Everyone shouted “Jjan!” in unison. I did the same and caught Namjoon’s glance as he nodded and raised his glass, then turned his head away from Mr. Bang and sipped slowly from it. I made a face like I had just ingested a hot pepper and widened my eyes at Namjoon. He lowered his eyes, laughing and fidgeting with a menu in front of him. Ming noticed our subtle interaction and fussed with her napkin, exhaling sharply.

Plates of meat and vegetables were passed around the table and a few small tabletop gas grills were lit. Ming instructed how to grill everything and the etiquette for using chopsticks in every instance. I was giddy to learn the customs and propriety of a customary Korean Hoesik and felt grateful to be amongst the comradery. Another round of Soju came around and another. I made sure to eat enough food to hold onto the amount of liquor I was consuming but started to feel tipsy after the fourth shot. Everyone at the table chatted happily and I started feeling the golden glow of intoxication and contentment just observing my team relaxed and having fun grilling meats and cracking jokes. Namjoon stood and made his way around the table joking with everyone and asking who was taking the next shot with him. The server then brought a large bottle of a transparent liquid with a large root soaking in it. Ming informed me that it was a special liquor made with ginseng root, for immunity, health and general well-being. She said it had a strong flavor and I might want to hold my nose while shooting it.

“It smells like piss.” Ming laughed.

Her cheeks were red-flushed and her forehead glazed with perspiration. Surprised at her expression and her laugh, which sounded like a goose honking, made me almost spit my water and I let out a quick cackle, causing the entire table to cease their conversations and stare in our direction. Namjoon was smiling widely with raised eyebrows, looking directly at me. The bottle with the suspicious-looking root creature inside was passed around the table and poured by whomever was junior in age of the person next to them or across from them. Another ritual I knew nothing about until tonight. Everyone tipped up their glass and I held my breath, hoping I wouldn't catch a whiff before bringing the glass to my mouth, emptying it down my throat. It tasted like how ethanol smelled. Pure fuel. My eyes burned and my throat lurched. Nausea started creeping up and I got up to excuse myself to the restroom. I watched Namjoon staring at me, his eyes following me across the room as he held the bottle and a glass in his hands. Ming stood with me, a flustered look of concern on her face. She gestured with her hands flailing in the air for the server to escort me and the server took my arm, guiding me to the exit of the room and down the hallway to the restroom. I made it just in time and puked into the first sink closest to the door. The server looked at me with widened, mortified eyes, but helped me pull my hair back into a clip she had clenched to her apron and handed me a towel.

“You O.K?” She asked me and I nodded, wiping my mouth and washing my hands. She left me to it and I finished getting myself cleaned up, feeling like a wreck and embarrassed to boot.

How could I return to that room and face the group after that? As I was wiping the sweat and spit off of my face, there was a knock at the door. Odd, since it was a multi-stall type of bathroom.

“Uhh, come in?” I squeaked out.

A deep, manly voice behind the door was asking for me.

“Maggie? Are you alright in there? I brought you a glass of water.” It was Namjoon.

Jesus, I wish I could find another way out of here. He knocked again and pushed the door open slowly and peeked around to find me kneeling on the floor next to the trash can. I covered my face and cowered behind my hands.

“Don’t. Please. I’m O.K.” I said through my hands, voice muffled.

Namjoon slowly took a few steps to me, looking cautiously around the bathroom and stood hovering over me offering the glass of water. He tapped on the back of my hands gently with his finger.

“Hello in there? I’m sorry we fed you too much soju. It’s pretty heavy for someone not used to it.” He said sweetly.

I looked up at him from the floor as he towered over me. I took the glass from his hands and thanked him.

“How’s the weather up there?” I said, dazedly.

He sat down beside me on the floor, seemingly unbothered as his Gucci pants were now dusted with the grime on the ground. I cautiously sipped the water, careful not to embarrass myself in his presence by puking again. He removed his blazer and tenderly draped it over my shoulders. The jacket carried a pleasant scent that enveloped me.

He regarded me with a concern on his face, looking up at me tenderly. 'How about I get you a coffee as well?' he suggested, his eyelashes casting a soft shadow over his eyes.

“No, I’m ok…Just make the room stop spinning, please?” I asked him, laughing at myself.

He laughed with me and stood up, offering his hand to help me.

“Let’s just start with standing.” He said.

An elderly woman came through the door just then and was shocked to see us both in there together. She gasped, excused herself and began to turn to leave. Namjoon bowed and excused himself in Korean. It sounded like he was trying to explain himself and his purpose for being inside the ladies’ room. The woman nodded nervously and kept walking.

“Shit, um… Maggie, love, will you come with me, please?” He reached down and picked me up under my arms, hoisting me up effortlessly to my feet. He opened the door and wrapped an arm around my shoulder, leading me out into the hallway. I looked at the face of a blurry Namjoon beside me and thanked him again, stumbling slightly. Glad I wore these ballet flats tonight. I must have said that out loud, because Namjoon looked down at my feet just then and smiled with arched eyebrows.

“They’re cute, too. He said, politely observing my shoes.

I continued sipping my water and propped myself against the hallway wall, attempting to get my bearings.

“Mr. Kim, I’d rather not face everyone again. I’ll just go home.” I said, with pleading eyes.

“It’s Namjoon, please Maggie. Mr. Kim is my father. I’ll go grab your handbag and be right back, ok? You good right there?” He asked.

I nodded. He returned a few minutes later with my bag and began to hand it to me, then pulled it back, hesitantly.

“I don’t feel right about sending you on the train. Seokijn and I will give you a lift back, ok?” He patted the side of my arm and smiled, looking a little concerned.

“Oh, I’m good, really. I’m fine.” I said as I fumbled my handbag.

Namjoon caught it before it hit the ground. He raised his eyebrows at me again with concern and a tilt of his head. I rolled my eyes and nodded, sighing heavily. I reached inside my bag and pulled out a box of Altoid mints and popped one in my mouth to disguise my sour vomit breath.

“Hit me.” Namjoon said, with an outreached hand. I placed two Altoids into it by accident.

“Trying to tell me something, Maggie?” He said with a chuckle.

I squinted at his open hand and laughed with him. He walked me outside to the curb, opening the back door of a black S-Class Mercedes Benz with blacked-out windows. Mr. Seokijn was seated in the driver’s seat. Namjoon made sure I was safely seated, checking for my feet and shutting the door gently. I nodded off here and there during the ride home and I could hear Namjoon and Seokijn quietly exchanging words in Korean, the car stereo playing soft jazz. As we arrived at my rental home, Namjoon gracefully opened the car door for me and extended his elegant hand." I placed my hand into his and thanked him. He walked me to the door and bid me goodnight like a perfect gentleman, making sure I got inside safely. I thanked him profusely and apologized for being a light-weight.

"He chuckled and commented, 'Impressive how you managed to take more than one shot of soju, let alone four.' I smiled weakly in return and responded, 'That's just my competitive nature coming out.' He narrowed his eyes and calculated silently before running his fingers through his glossy hair. 'See you at the office tomorrow?' I asked, and he replied with a salute before stopping at the gate and smiling sweetly before I closed the door behind me. I found myself melted in a puddle behind the door."

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callmenoona25

2 years ago

This is a must read!!!

Love, Lust & Litigation | Masterlist (JJK, KNJ)

Pairing: Jungkook x Fem Reader x Namjoon

Genre: lawyer!AU, coworkers to lovers, slow burn, eventual smut

Rating: M (18+)

Word Count: TBD

Summary: Unfortunately, you have developed a massive crush on your new boss. Even more unfortunately, your equally attractive coworker is also harboring massive crush on your boss. AKA Jungkook and reader both pine for big, sexy brain Namjoon.

Chapter 1 - 4k

Chapter 2 - 3.8k

Chapter 3 - 5.3k

Chapter 4 - 5.6k

Chapter 5

Updating every Saturday, sometime in the afternoon PST! Not this week! Will be back to regular posting schedule on April 8 😘

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callmenoona25

9 months ago

So excited for this one!

˚ ༘ ♡ ⋆.˚ WORLDTOUR teaser | ot7 (m)

𐙚 synopsis: The year 2026 has arrived, and instead of returning to their loving jobs as Idols, Bangtan is stuck serving South Korea after a mysterious outbreak. However, what these two jobs have in common is their World Tour.

༘⋆ genre: explicit (18+) ; angst , romance , violence, suspense , smut ; military au , idol au? ,

༘⋆ disclaimer: Violence, Gore, Graphic Violence, Use of Weapons, Mention of death, eventual smut, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

༘⋆ a/note: ANOTHER SERIES, hello my jelly fishies, this is a series that will be broken up into a mini-series for each member, please let me know who's tour you'd like to read first!

South Korea, Jeju Island time: 7:35 pm

“I apologize, but there is not enough space for you and your crew at this moment, captain.” There was commotion, each service worker going into their own phone calls answering, some sobbing and others yelling in frustration, “Please stay safe, I will send a boat whenever there is one available.”

Yoongi removed the head-phone caller from his head, taking in a deep breath as he stared at the large screen before him. A world map showing multiple red dots of the Korean Military’s location, and some of them were his friends.

“They’ll be fine.” A familiar voice said beside him, Yoongi turned his head, meeting NamJoon’s. Yoongi only remained silent and Namjoon took his silence as a rejection, “SeokJin wants to have dinner together.”

Namjoon tired again, trying to bring his older brother back from his dark thoughts, “I can’t stomach anything right now.” Namjoon nodded, a faint smile on his face as he patted Yoongi’s back, “I know.. But whole they’re out there━ surviving━ so are we back here.”

Japan, Tokyo time: 7:37 pm

“Hyung!” Hoseok turned from his still-position, his vision blurry from the heavy rain, “yeah?” Squinting, he was able to make up one of his members, “Hyung, time for dinner, chief also has some information regarding international news,” Jimin’s voice was calm, his body turning to look out into the city. The rain filled the silence between them. Hoseok only swallowed, he was worried, nervous━ yet, what he was feeling was nothing compared to what Jimin felt.

Jimin will be able to know more about the two younger ones. The two who were selected to actually fly across the world in where they had absolutely no contact. Hoseok held onto Jimin’s shoulder, “I’m sure everything is fine!” Hoseok chirped, a bright smile on his lips. Jimin only gave a small smile back. He was just thankful that among all this chaos, he had a brother with him.

United States of America, Texas - San Antonio 4:30 am

“We gotta get moving, let’s go soldiers!” an American soldier commanded as he waved the small group into a building, shutting the door behind him.

The American soldier removed his helmet, turning to another American soldier, “when is the plane arriving?” The American took a while to respond as he checked his watch, “In about 5 minutes, captain.”

The American Captain nodded, clenching his jaw as he looked at his small team, his eyes landing on the two foreigners, “Ya hear that, you two?” The Captain bit back a grin, “you motherfuckers are going back home.”

Jungkook leaned against the concrete wall, panting from running a few miles, a toothy smile visible as he heard the Captain’s words. He looked over at Taehyung, who smiled at the thought of going back to Korea.

“We’ll have to go down to Mexico, from there, the flight will be directly towards Jeju Island.” The American soldier informed the crew, earning nods in response.

The clock had struck 4:35 am, and the door’s of the safe house were opened once more, the American Captain commanding his troops to run towards the plane location━ 1 mile away.

Taehyung jogged behind the Captain and one other American soldier, Jungkook was right behind him. The sound of their footsteps echoed in the dark morning. Taehyung wasn’t tired, he’d trained to the point that running miles didn’t make his heart pump to the point of fainting. So, why was his heart pumping so fast?

It became so loud to the point that he only heard his heartbeat against his chest━ it didn’t take long for him to realize that something was right, his whole body felt it, but he kept moving forward. He’ll be on the plane home no less than a mile away.

“Get down!” Before Jungkook could process the foreign warning, a building on his far left exploited━ sending building pieces flying towards their direction and with it, the familiar grunts and screams of death. “Everyone run!”

It took a second for Jungkook’s body to react before he started springing to the desired location. His eyes focused on Taehyung’s back. As the group got closer to the military base, sounds of gun-shots started taking over the grunts and screams. Startled by the sudden fire, Jungkook dropped to his knees, covering his ears━ a bad reflex response his body had come up. However, his arm was being pulled by one of the American Soldiers, “Get up━we’re almost there!”

Almost being dragged by the American, Jungkook stumbled upon his feet, running alongside them. His reaction had cost him some time. Upon entering the gate to the military airport, he witnessed Taehyung entering the plane, along with 2 others.

20 feet more and Jungkook will also be in that plane. 19 more feet and Jungkook was tackled down on the floor, the sound of fire getting louder and louder━ but Taehyung’s call was the only thing Jungkook could hear.

And as the door of the plane closed and the plane rose from the ground up to the air━ the last image of Taehyung Jungkook will never forget was how he still reached for him. And the last image of Jungkook Taehyung got to witness was how he was being dragged off the ground by the American Captain, his gun firing at the dead.

It was 4: 50am when Taehyung threw his helmet against the metal floor of the plane, pacing around, his body trembling as he tried wrapping his head over what had just happened. He wasn’t going back home without Jungkook.

It was 6:00 am when Taehyung had come up with a plan to return to America and find Jungkook. It was also the time the plane began to share the same trembling as Taehyung’s body. It was 6:15 am when Kim Taehyung’s plane crashed into Mexico, Monterrey.

South Korea, Jeju Island time: 8:05 pm

The small lobby held a few soldiers, it only held the ones who had loved ones internationally━ So, SeokJin, Yoongi and NamJoon found themselves in that same room, awaiting their turn to receive their news.

“Jun-ha,” The Captain called out, “Your sister is doing just fine in Thailand. The Thailand Military will bring her home, she’ll take a plane back to Korea in about a day.” The sound of sobs echoed in the room,

It was 8:15 when the group was dismissed, bringing panic and confusion among the oldest Bangtan members, “Captain, what about our boys?” SeokJin called out, earning a few looks from the leaving soldiers, “Hoseok and Jimin are just fine in Japan.”

“We know they’re fine, we’re talking about Taehyung and Jungkook.” NamJoon butt-in, his eyes dancing across the Captain’s face, trying to find any sense of emotion. The Captain only licked his lips, avoiding eye contact, “about that..”

“I swear to god, if something happened to them━” Yoongi stepped in, panic running through his veins before the Captain spoke, “They are fine. Separated but fine.”

“What do you mean?”

Japan, Tokyo time: 8:10 pm

“Okay.. Taehyung is on his way..” Jimin muttered, his leg bouncing as he tried to calm his nerves, “What about Jungkook?” Hoseok looked between the Captain and Jimin, “Jungkook will take his plane from Miami, we’re not sure when, but he’s safe.”

South Korea, Jeju Island time: 8:13 pm

“Thank God..” Seokjin sighed, his head falling into his arms, relief falling into his body. His boys were coming home. Not together, but soon.

Japan, Tokyo | South Korea, Jeju Island time: 8:30 pm

Jimin and Hoseok stood on top of the military base, guarding and scanning the area. It was their turn to stand guard for the night. Jimin felt drained, his eyes only focusing on the far distance of the safe house. His thoughts eating him away.

“Park, Jung, you two copy?” The Captain’s voice echoed through their radio, Jimin slightly turned his head towards Hoseok. Hoseok grabbed his radio, “Yes, Captain, over.”

“Come to the lobby.”

South Korea, Jeju Island time: 8:33 pm

“You told us they were fine!” Yoongi yelled, his eyes burning with tears, “The plane fell near a safe base, I’m sure if━”

“Sure of what?! Do you even know if Taehyung is alive?” Yoongi cut the Captain off, SeokJin bringing Yoongi to sit back down on the chair, “Yoongi’s right.. I don’t want to jump to conclusions.. But.. we want to know if Taehyung survived..”

United States of America - Dallas, Texas 6:36am

“What..” Jungkook’s voice came out faint, almost a whisper as the color of his face drained, “We’re sending the Mexican safe house near the accident to check the place.. In the meantime, you will head to Miami for your flight.”

“I’m not going anywhere until I know about Taehyung.” Jungkook said, the American Captain only sighed, “You’ll know, but you need to get to Miami, go back home.”

Mexico, Monterrey 10:25 am

Taehyung coughed, his eyes opening as he scanned the area, the beaming sun burning his face. The air was very hot against his face, and with a grunt, he pulled himself from the ground. The moment he stood on his feet, he felt the pain run through his spine, he hissed and crunched down.

“Fuck..” he muttered, his hands running through his body. He hadn’t broken a bone, thank god for that, but his thigh was bleeding, a deep cut, too. He looked around, but there wasn’t much he could do. Just walk it out.

12:09 pm

Taehyung reached a point where his leg couldn’t keep up, causing him to stop near a small town. Silence welcomed him, no life in sight, and he didn’t mind. His uniform was becoming unbearable, and his thigh was hurting too much.

He stumbled upon a small store, entering and blocking the entrance behind him. And just like that, Taehyung found a small place that kept him safe for the day. When Night time fell, the heat of Mexico kept him warm, but his thigh still ached. He couldn’t find anything to fix it, he’ll have luck next time.

That was if he wasn’t found first.