Masterlist: Guilty | Knj X Reader

ahhh, so my dear Ana have decided to ascend from the rabbit hole that she has been for the past week. hmmmm.... and what beautiful gifts you bear for us, not entirely sure if you were able to quench my thrist or made it worse. but my gawd, Ana! i have never wanted to lick a chin as much as Sir Yoongi and that belly button of Mr. Jeon! thank you for this!!!

me thinks its time for the Bangtan's sweaty body part (remember Sir Yoongi's hands dripping with sweat???)... what say you? ready to dig into that rabbit hole again?

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Annnnnaaaaa!!! Have anyone asked a thread of body hair Bangtan???? Please, im going to die. I know i sent you Mr. Jung and Sir Kim Seokjin's but i have made my own collection ever since and have not sent you Sir Yoongi's and the others. I would love to see what you have. 💜💜💜😘😘😘

my dear gracie 💕💕💕

yes, it is i, your friend and unabashed bangtan body hair enthusiast™️ ana. there’s nothing wrong with our shared love of BTS body hair, or so my therapist assures me. usually right before she gives me the medicine.

so right off the bat, i think the others should be warned that this is basically an armpit parade. you don't like armpits? this is not the post for you because pits are usually the only place you'll catch these guys slipping on the body hair front.

so now that the others (normal people) have been warned, here goes nothing:

kim namjoon

this is not just any armpit, it's a presidential armpit. our favorite leader skipped the razor this day (okay to be honest this looks like he skipped it for a few days) and i'm here for it because as we've already established, body hair is kind of my thing. it's a yes from me.

kim seokjin

yes, even seokjin's armpits are handsome. mr. kim walked his butt right onto the stage in a sleeveless shirt and let everyone enjoy the view of his body hair unobstructed. i feel like this is definitely an early days thing, though. i don't think you'd catch any of them on stage flashing armpit hair these days.

min yoongi

go ahead and pour one out for the cutest chin scruff you've ever seen because you'll never, ever see it again. mr. min dashed all your five-o-clock shadow dreams when he got on v live and announced that he (and hoseok) bit the bullet and got laser hair removal on their faces. i mean, i get it, because i'm sure the everyday shave routine was a lot to keep up with, but i can't help but be a little sad about it. goodbye, chin scruff. we barely knew you.

jung hoseok

i love this picture for so many reasons but the peekaboo underarm hair sealed the deal. i know for a fact @shesoldbutcute has this one saved on her phone too, and girl i'm with you. also teeth. but let me stay on track. cute, cute, cute.

park jimin

proof that everything about jimin is pretty at all times. here he is sporting the all natural pit look and looking like an angel at the same time. an added positive: the hair is proof that he's an actual real life human man and not the world's most top-of-the-line AI. so there's that.

kim taehyung

got DAMN this is an amazing picture of tae. the damp, slicked back hair and the perfect face and the arm hair that he's normally shaving or waxing away but decided to leave put for this shot. argh. just grown man vibes here.

jeon jungkook

well, it's not an armpit AMIRIGHT LADIES AND GENTLEMEN? i have so many questions about this particular dusting of hair and not a single one of them is fit to print on the internet. but you're seeing what i'm seeing, right? insert spongebob heavy breathing meme here.

masterlist: guarded

you’ve tried to separate yourself from your infamous crime family, but a new case has your carefully-constructed world crashing down around you.  now you have to figure out how to heal old wounds and handle the new man who enters your orbit.

Chapter One: Fan Mail

Chapter Two: I’m Screwed

Chapter Three: Exotic Pets

Chapter Four: Cham-pain

Chapter Five: Italian Leather Gloves

Chapter Six: No One But You

Chapter Seven: Epilogue

part two: guilty | knj x reader

an epilogue??? we've been blessed!!! 💜💜💜😘😘😘

cinnamon bliss ● chapter viii

➬ Subtitle | The long road home to you

➬ Pairings | Kim Seokjin x reader

➬ Genre | Single Father!Jin, Cafe Owner!reader, Unrequited Love!au, Angst, Future Smut

➬ Summary | Ever since the day he walked through the front door of your cafe hand in hand with his sweet daughter on one gloomy afternoon in the middle of winter, he had captured your heart without him even knowing it. All the time, you had chosen to stay on the sidelines, watching him mend his broken heart in silence while he teaches his own daughter that it was okay to be a kid despite the pain that they shared. You know you shouldn’t be so infatuated with him or let this feeling go any deeper. Because nothing could prepare you when you are forced to watch him move on, completely unaware that he is about to be breaking your heart into pieces.

↳ Ratings | PG-13

↳ Word count | 4,8k words

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chapter viii. drowning-2

It takes another two weeks before Minnie joins Seokjin and his daughter as they return to the cafe. This time, it had been Minnie who requested to go before Seokjin even had the chance to arrange for a special visit where they could all come together.

The moment Minnie suggested for them to go after working hours that day, he could already tell that there was something going on. That something wasn’t quite right.

As a matter of fact, he had noticed a lot of changes happening with his girlfriend for quite some time. Especially since she hasn’t been joining them on their hot chocolate and cinnamon bread dates after what had happened on their last visit to your cafe together.

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hello! i don’t know what to call this other than to appreciate this author.

i love this author and i don’t think i have ever said why? sure there's romance, fluff, smuts galore, but most importantly real issues are discussed. and i have found myself crying more than anything else when i’m reading stories from this author.

Of Boogers and Tteokbokki - God! the assumption drawn in this story that led to misunderstanding and hurt and separation! im a mom so feel the female character's desire to keep her baby. iknow that even confronted with a possibility of having a child with Down Syndrome, i would have chosen to push through with it.

Call of Duty - my goodness, i cannot imagine what every wife, husband, father, mother, daughter, son goes through when they are told that their loved one in uniform is missing or that something has happened to them. how it feels to send them off while thinking at the back of your mind if this will be the last you will see them. shhhh... you know the pic in this story? yes, that’s my lock screen image... 

BEAR and SPARROW - i hav read countless stories of people escaping their own country via illegal means, have watch multiple documentary and its heart breaking... i hav eto be honest that i stopped reading after chapter 3, so scared that the author will take the route of realism and have Sparrow die in the hands of police and get lost in the sea of missing immigrants... i have not found the courage to continue reading this... 

Road to Redemption - this one hit hard, so damn hard!!! i cried a river. it hit home, so very very very close to home. the plates in the sink, check! socks not in the hamper but in the fucking dining chair, check! the procrastination, hell check!!! and what really hurts, is when he tells you - "chill, will you relax??? i will take care of it" only to wake up the following morning with the same plates in the sink, the same sock in the dining chair, the multiple to do's that should have been done last week.

Stay - your latest story made my chest hurts so bad. i didn't get my road to redemption (if u know what i mean), but i am so blessed to be surrounded by such a strong support system that never ever have i come close to succumbing to depression. all i know is that, its not easy to cry for help, coz its hard to swim to the surface and its pitch black below.

i love you @sahmfanficbts​, your stories ground me. it tells me that i am not alone in what i go through. i don't know how to give back to content creator/writers like you, except to shout out to whoever follows me that you guys are the best out there!

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It took me awhile to reblog this all beacuse i felt so much for this little drabble. It felt like i was punched. First, Hoseok in Guarded is the type of person so in control of his emotions (we saw a lot of this in the main story), even during their confrontation you can feel his control over his emotions. Even during during the smut, if you recall it was Amsaja who pounced him in the elevator! Which is why i was totally floored by how Ana wrote Hoseok in this little (only in word count!), but i guess its warranted - the man almost died! For the 1st time, i saw a side of Hoseok in panic, not even afraid but terrified, almost out of his mind. Its almost grounding to think that hey, he's human after all, Amsaja wondered the same thing in the main story, come to think of it!

Now to our Amsaja, a fierec woman who went so much truama and pain and got out from all of it so strong that Hoseok was her only weakness. A weakness you might think, but really it was Hoseok who made her brave and take chances, made her rethink of everything and put things in perspective. Ok, so maybe I am exaggerating, maybe Hoseok was just a portion of it but still. And it continues into this drabble, made her brave enough to think of things she never thought she needed in her life. I always thought Amsaja is a brave woman and now she is showing us that bravery is not the absence of fear but having fear and yet going through it all because she knows she can.

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close call | jhs x reader

🗝️summary: hoseok comes home in the middle of the night and it doesn't take long for you to realize something is wrong. very, very wrong.

🗝️pairing: reader x mafia!hoseok

🗝️rating: mature, 18+

🗝️genre: smut, mafia AU, guarded AU drabble though it can be read as a standalone story

🗝️warnings: standard smut warnings, feelings because apparently i know no other way

🗝️word count: 1.7K

🗝️notes: i've had in mind to write a series of these drabbles for the guarded AU involving all of the original story characters. all returning home from the same terrifying night on the job, each processing the trauma a bit differently. as always, thank you for reading and please talk to me about it! of course, i couldn't have written or posted this without the help and guidance of @ladyartemesia @btsarmy9593 and @hobi-gif thank you so much ladies. also a big thank you to the very sweet @diorggukie who was so kind to answer my questions!

He comes to you in the dead of night.

The bed dips under his weight as he slips quietly beneath the covers, pressing the length of his body to yours. You start to rouse when he wraps himself around you -- firm chest at your back, strong forearm banded over your waist -- and you open your eyes to darkness, disoriented.

“Hoseok?” You call out to him, not quite awake and not quite asleep.

No answer.

“Baby?”

Still no answer.

The fear comes over you slowly, pulsing from your legs to your chest to your arms. Finally then to your brain, sounding the alarm inside your head as the pieces start to fall into place.

He’s warm, far too warm, skin feverish and damp from what must have been a scalding hot shower. He’s breathing hard like he’s just gone for a run, his shuddering breaths ragged and rough behind the soft shell of your ear. And he’s holding you so tight he’s practically crushing his body to yours.

That’s when you realize he’s trembling.

That’s when your own heart starts to rattle inside your chest.

“Hoseok,” you call his name louder now, clearer, trying to suppress the panic in your voice. “Baby, please. Tell me you’re okay.”

He doesn’t.

You wrench yourself out of his stranglehold to turn over and curl into him, searching for his face in the dark. Beneath the lone sliver of moonlight that peeks through the blinds he looks blank, eyes open and unseeing.

“Hoseok -- “ you cup his face in your hands, grip firm as you try to rouse him from his stupor. “-- You’re scaring me. Tell me what’s wrong.”

He stares back at you, quiet for a long time before he answers.

“Bad night, baby,” he whispers at last, “Real bad night.”

The words alone would be enough to make your heart seize, but the brittle, hollow sound of his voice is your undoing. He’s right in front of you, in your arms, but he sounds a million miles away.

“You want to talk about it?”

He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t have to. Your answer is in his vacant expression, the shuttered look in his eyes. You know damned well the terrible things he’s seen -- the terrible things he’s had to do in this line of work. And you know that most nights he’s able to absorb that trauma, to contain and defuse it before he comes home to you.

This is not most nights.

“It’s alright, baby,” you whisper, leaning in to press kisses to his warm temple, his flushed cheeks. “You don’t have to say anything. You don’t have to do anyth--”

The words die on your tongue when Hoseok turns his face to capture your mouth with his.

The adrenaline lying dormant in his bloodstream roars back to life in an instant. In one swift movement he’s on top of you, pinning you down with his lithe frame, mouth and hands everywhere at once. His touch is rough, desperate, teeth scraping against the hollow of your throat. Fingers digging into the soft curve of your ass. He kisses you like he’s trying to consume you, filling the air in his lungs with the breath he steals from yours.

“Hoseok -- “ you pull away from him long enough to gasp for air, digging your fingers into his hair when he buries his face between your breasts. “ -- Baby, you’re okay. It’s over. It’s over.”

He’s not ready to listen.

He’s still too keyed up, too wild from whatever he endured out there tonight. He sucks bruises into the column of your throat as his unsteady hands grasp at the satin barrier between you, shoving the thin nightgown up your thighs. You draw in a sharp breath when he slots one leg between yours, pressing the hot, hard length of his cock to the soft curve of your stomach.

“I need you,” he chokes out, heart hammering wildly inside his chest where it’s pressed against your own. “Please.”

There will be none of his trademark finesse tonight. None of the sexy words he loves to whisper in your ear, none of the practiced touches he loves to tease you with until he’s certain you’re ready for him. And none of that matters in this moment.

His hips jerk when you slide a hand between your bodies to take hold of his rigid cock, guiding the blunt head to your entrance. You slide it against the moisture gathered there, pressing your lips to the shell of his ear.

“Take me, baby,” you whisper, “Take whatever you need.”

The words are barely out of your mouth before Hoseok is surging forward, fusing himself to you in one devastating stroke. He’s so damned hard -- impossibly hard -- and you can’t help but whimper at the sudden, sharp intrusion.

“Shit,” he swears under his breath, head dropping low between his shoulder blades. His arms shake with effort as he forces himself to hold still above you. “I didn’t mean -- “

You swallow his apology with a kiss, tearing a pained groan from him as you squeeze your thighs tight around his slim legs and skate your hands down his back to cup his ass. You tilt your hips up, rolling them against his in invitation.

“It’s alright, baby,” you promise, speaking the words against his lips. “I can take it.”

It’s like pulling the pin on a grenade. Once you speak those words out loud, he abandons what little control he had left, fucking into you with utter desperation. His fingers dig savagely into the cushion of your hips, pulling you in to meet each one of his unforgiving thrusts.

“Thought I was never going to see you again,” he pants, mouth latching to one stiff nipple through your nightgown. He sets his teeth to it despite the barrier, dragging it into his mouth through the damp satin.

You’re glad he can’t see the tears that spring to your eyes. You squeeze them shut, trying to push his words out of your mind, trying to think only about the steady rhythm of his hips against yours and the feeling of his cock buried deep.

“You’re here, baby,” you soothe, running your hands up his back. You can feel the faint tremor that runs just under the surface of his skin. “Here with me. You’re not going anywhere.”

At that, he fucks you harder. Hard enough that you have to press one hand to the headboard behind you to keep him from forcing you up the length of the bed. Hard enough that you know you’ll feel him everywhere tomorrow, know that you’ll see the evidence of his agony all over your skin.

He groans your name into the crook of your neck when he comes, shuddering as he empties himself inside of you for what feels like an eternity. And then he collapses onto you, shivering despite the warmth emanating from his skin, despite the heat that’s been generated between you.

You hold him close and trace your fingertips up and down his back until the shivering stops.

He’s still sleeping deeply when you slip out of bed.

The apartment is peaceful at this hour, the blue hue of the early light comforting in the quiet of the kitchen. You’re not much of a cook, never have been, but this morning that doesn’t matter.

You are going to make this man some fucking breakfast.

It’s easier to focus on brewing the coffee and buttering the toast than it is to think about the way he looked at you last night. The things he’d confessed to you in the dark. The way he held you like he was afraid you’d vanish.

You crack the last of your eggs into a bowl and walk to the trash can, prepared to drop the empty carton inside.

But when you press down on the foot pedal, the lid comes up and the carton in your hand falls to the floor below.

At the top of the trash pile sits Hoseok’s white dress shirt -- the one you’d bought him in Gangnam a few months ago. The one he was wearing when you’d kissed him goodbye before he left last night.

The blood smears splattered across it are a bit rusty now, oxidized and dull.

It’s so much blood that for a moment your heart stops before your brain steps in to remind you that this can’t be his blood. That you’d had your hands and mouth on every inch of his skin last night. That he’s sleeping safe and sound in your bedroom just a few feet away.

You’ve seen so many sides of Hoseok by now, his happiness and his passion and his melancholy and his fury. But you’ve never seen him terrified. Not until now.

You stare down at that shirt, willing yourself not to imagine the gruesome scenarios that come to mind. Willing yourself not to panic over events that are already said and done. Willing yourself not to collapse with grief.

He’d asked you to marry him.

He’d done it in that low key way of his, of course -- on a drive home from dinner, stopped at a red light. He’d cut the radio and reached across the gear shift to take your hand and he’d asked you to marry him. And you’d said no.

You’d argued that trauma begets trauma. That hearing the stories about your own parents’ volatile marriage had poisoned you against any hope for one of your own. That you still didn’t fully understand the damage done by years at the hands of an alcoholic father in the absence of a dead mother. That being a Kim at one time nearly destroyed you, but now it defines you.

And he’d accepted it.

In that low key way of his, of course -- stone-faced and jaw tight. He’d never made mention of it again, though you could sometimes feel it heavy in the air between you. Though at times you could feel the weight of it pressing down on your chest when you relived the memory of that night in the car.

This morning, you stare down into that trash can -- down at the ghastly red-orange stains that mar what used to be a pristine white canvas -- and your excuses echo through your mind, pathetic and small.

Hoseok would give his life for you. For your brother. For any man in this organization without second thought.

This is the life you chose and this is the man you chose.

And it is time you give him this.

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Not sure if i asked already but pls pls tag me... an alpha Jimin is so rare, he's always an omega... what a concept!!! ily

The Challenge

▨ ▨ PART II of The Alpha ▨ ▨

Read PART I here

Pairing: Alpha Jimin x Omega Reader

Rating: (for this chapter) Mature (rating will go up)

Warnings: mentions of ritual combat, sexually suggestive language, ABO sexual dynamics, discussion of marking, mating, and claiming

Word Count: 1100

You fell to your knees, uttering the one word that would complete the ritual and seal both your fates.

“Alpha.”

Then all hell broke loose. Noise and movement erupted on every side.

“Oh my goddess, Yoonji is gonna be so pissed she missed this!” Min Yoongi whooped loudly from across the circle.

Your forehead furrowed in confusion as chaos escalated around you. The blindfold was still in place as you were technically not permitted to remove it till the ceremony was officially dismissed.

What is happening? What’s wrong?

Suddenly the chief elder charged into the fray, waving his hands wildly like a spastic pixie.

“My brothers and sisters we must - er - strive to consider this unexpected turn of events as-“

“What have you done?!”

You recognized that voice - your mother - hissing frantically in your ear. She must have breached the circle to get to you.

A hand (probably your mother again) wrapped around your elbow, yanking you roughly to your feet and you yelped in pain-

“STOP!”

The person manhandling you froze immediately. Silence crashed down like a hammer.

“…Take your hands off my mate.”

The words were spoken softly this time, but there was no mistaking the weight of an alpha command. The grip on your arm fell away without hesitation.

Unease began to churn heavily in the pit of your stomach.

You didn’t recognize his voice.

You had no idea who your mate was.

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i can't believe there's only one more chapter and we're done. 🥺🥺🥺 it has been a roller coaster ride of emotion with this fic. brilliantly written! a story of grief, recovery, moving on, and finding new love eventually. Seokjin with a little girl is adorable! 🥰🥰🥰

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cinnamon bliss ● chapters list

➬ Subtitle | The long road home to you

➬ Pairings | Kim Seokjin x reader

➬ Genre | Single Father!Jin, Cafe Owner!reader, Unrequited Love!au, Angst, Future Smut

➬ Summary | Ever since the day he walked through the front door of your cafe hand in hand with his sweet daughter on one gloomy afternoon in the middle of winter, he had captured your heart without him even knowing it. All the time, you had chosen to stay on the sidelines, watching him mend his broken heart in silence while he teaches his own daughter that it was okay to be a kid despite the pain that they shared. You know you shouldn’t be so infatuated with him or let this feeling go any deeper. Because nothing could prepare you when you are forced to watch him move on, completely unaware that he is about to be breaking your heart into pieces.

↳ Ratings | PG-13, +18 / M for Mature; appropriate warnings will be applied on each chapter whenever necessary.

➥ Cross post | AO3 | Inkitt (coming soon!)

➥ Author’s Note | Originally commissioned by @rm4lyf​ ; I have decided to release this one as a drabble series to present the timeline more appropriately and make the storyline work. Chapters will be posted weekly.

➬ Chapters

⇢ chapter i. chance encounter

⇢ chapter ii. array

⇢ chapter iii. autumn leaves

⇢ chapter iv. mortals

⇢ chapter v. vivacious

⇢ chapter vi. dying embers

⇢ chapter vii. drowning-1

⇢ chapter viii. drowning-2

⇢ chapter ix. sweet melody-1

⇢ chapter x. sweet melody-2

⇢ chapter xi. coming home-1

⇢ chapter xii. coming home-2

➥ Reference Image | Cafe Setting | Story Mood

➥ Music Companion (link to playlist) | The LOFT - Glass Walls // Katie - Thinking Bout You // JERO - With you // Code Kunst - O (feat. Lee Hi) // Dxvn. - Drowning // Ja¥en x District - dying ember // Angelicca - Your Only One // GATS & Oh Genius - Lost In You // Adrian Daniel​ - Nobody

Navigation | Ko-fi | Commission | Patreon

— © 2021 Yoonia, all rights reserved. reposting/modifying of any kind is not allowed. translations are not allowed.

Sooooo... i held off as long as I coukd coz i know its going to hurt. I read the teaser so i have an idea how much it will hurt. To be fair to the reader, we all have these kind of thoughts even if you're not dating a renowned music producer. Its a given in any relationship, and i feel her with her struggles - the feeling of inadequacy, the sort of "power dynamics" (him being famous while her "normal"), the inner monologue of telling yourself that he loves you and that he's faithful.

My chest was so tight the whole time i was reading this, up until the interview with Yoongi. After that i released a very huge breath. This is such a beautiful story, the way Yoongi makes it up to her with words and deeds, trying to prove to her that she's loved and there is no one else.

It takes hard work to keep any relationship to work and this story is such a gem coz it gives you hope that there is happy ending. 💜💜💜😘😘😘

Little Do You Know [M]

➬ Title | Little Do You Know

➬ Pairings | Yoongi x reader

➬ Summary | With love, comes challenge. Especially when you are in love with the one man who is at the top of the world while keeping you on the other end.

➬ Genre | Artist/Music Producer!Yoongi, Established relationship!au, Angst, Fluff, Smut

↳ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature

↳ Warning | possessive Yoongi, a few events of jealousy, multiple smut scenes, implied public foreplay, clothed foreplay, dry humping, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, rough sex, breast play, biting, clit play, hair pulling, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, self-masturbation (female), clothed sex, car sex.

↳ Word count | 22k words (I’m sorry for this T^T)

↳ Cross post | AO3 | Inkitt (coming soon!)

↳ Music companion | Little Do You Know - Alex & Sierra | Youth - Daughter

➬ Author’s Note | Written as a commission for @minyoongail​. | Thank you for giving me a chance to write for Yoongi again. Forgive me for the long wait. I hope you’ll enjoy this story.

THEN…

From the very first night you met Min Yoongi, you were instantly drawn to him.

To describe the moment perfectly, you could easily say that it had happened exactly the way wise people would describe this kind of attraction; that you were drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

It was an instant pull, the kind of attraction that you had never once felt for another person before. Not to the boys you have dated through college, not even for the hot specimen of a male sitting right next to your cubicle at the office you were attending through your internship.

To this day, you could only faintly recall the events which had led you into getting dragged along to the uncharted territory where Min Yoongi existed. It was Friday night, right on the weekly scheduled night out that you would spend with your friends, when the hours were getting late and the dive bar that you had frequently gone to each week felt too cramped and dull with all the men in suits who came in for a seemingly boring company party while acting like they owned the place.

“It would be fun,” you remembered one of them said as she suggested to try hopping into a different club instead of ending the night early.

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Threads [M]

➬ Title | Threads

➬ Summary | Life is full of surprises, just like how people are full of secrets. Just when you had thought you have been lucky enough to have your life figured out, life decides to throw you a curve ball when you least expect it. And there is nothing you could do to avoid it, except to hope that you could hold your secrets as tightly as you possibly could before everything blows up into smithereens.

↳ Pairings | Yoongi x reader, Namjoon x reader

↳ Genre | Slice of Life!au, One-sided Love!au, Smut, Angst, Infidelity, Mutual pining

↳ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature

↳ Warning | Sexual tension, infidelity, mentions of drinking, drunken foreplay/sex (consensual), clothed foreplay, dry humping, thigh riding, hand job, breast play, explicit mature scene.

↳ Word count | 7,2k words

➬ Music Companion | Axel Enderlin - breathe

➬ Author’s Note | Written as a commission for @yoonminpls | I’m so sorry this took forever, and so sorry that I took quite a turn after our last talk lol. I hope you’ll enjoy reading this. Thank you so much for commission me!

Dazzling lights are shining above your head as you walk past the marbled floor hallway. The steady pacing beneath the bright lights soon becomes alluring enough to slowly soothe the tension rolling down your body, but only to the point until it becomes no longer enough to numb your nerves.

You have grown used to these hallways after walking down this very same path at least once a month for the past year that everything had inevitably become familiar to your memory. The crystal lamps hanging from the ceiling, the champagne coloured wallpapers, the shining marble floors, and the humming sound of the guests chatting and eating while being hidden behind these doors you are walking past by.

In previous cases, you would have felt exhilarated and calm when you walked by this path. Tonight, you are feeling none of it.

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yes, its a slow burn but darn it! Its a very very very good burn... thank you!!! 1 of d best Namjoon's AU i have ever read... 💜💜💜

keeping things simple. | knj

+ pairing: namjoon x reader, future appearances from hoseok & dae + genre: fake marriage au, doctor namjoon, doctor reader, slow burn, romance, comedy, angst, eventual smut, Lots of Fluff ❝ desperate, but unable, to have a child, you turn to adoption. the only trouble is, single parents are wrongly disadvantaged in the search to become a parent. here’s where your friendly, unlucky-in-love co-worker, namjoon comes in❞

warnings: mention of death, medical procedures, childbirth, struggles with infertility and pregnancy

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as part of the map of the hearts drabble collection

also cross-posted over on ao3

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