#namjoon

Namjin

I would absolutely want this

- honestly, at this point, it’s a little hard for me to get my thoughts right. to be honest, none of us were prepared for this development, but bts has been working nonstop for 9 years and they deserve it. they’re almost 30 years old and should be able to do what they want to do without guilt or regret to us.

they’ve been pretty straightforward about the difficulties, about how they need to learn to be apart in order to understand the value of being together. they’re exhausted and don’t yet know what direction they should go in as a group, which is why they’re taking a break.

«it would be nice if you could understand us. it will take some time for each of us to have fun and experience many things. we promise we will come back someday, even more mature than we are now. i just hope you could give us your blessing is what i hope» - jungkook.

«we’re not disbanding. we’re just spending some time apart» - yoongi.

«someday …» sounds a little sad and vague, but the fact that they themselves, honestly, told us this, tells us that their words can be believed.

«someday …» sounds a little sad and vague, but the fact that they themselves, honestly, told us this, tells us that their words can be believed.

the bts are family. they have an incredible bond. they will always be together. and as an army, i will always be proud of them and support them in any endeavors ♡

agust d | mono

one whole baby boy comin right up

I see what you did there namjoon  (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

“This Alfredo is so good.” I shoved more food into my mouth. My boyfriend of two years, Namjoon, laughed at me. We were at a Italian restaurant for a date. He reached over and grabbed my chin and wiped the sauce from the Alfredo off the corners of my mouth. After he retreated back to his seat I looked down and avoided eye contact with him.

“Awh is my baby blushing?” Namjoon teased.

“S-shut up.” I stumbled with my words.

Namjoon got out his seat and pushed mines back, grabbing my hands to pull me out the chair. We walked through the building with velvet walls and dimmed lights with candles on each table. We got outside to a balcony.

“It’s cold out here Nam.”

I turned back around to go back inside but he wrapped me in a hug. He wrapped some of his jacket around me and I breathed out in delight as my face was resting on his warm chest. He rocked us from side to side lightly. I looked up at him and smiled at his face illuminating off the moonlight. I kissed his cheek and then his lips. He kissed me even harder and I pulled away.

“Now you have lipstick on your lips.” I giggled and tried to wipe it off with my thumb.

Namjoon’s phone started to go off and I pulled away for him to get it. He looked at the screen and hesitated to answer but he did at the end. He held up a finger as he stepped back into the restaurant.

That was 5 weeks ago.

“Joonie don’t you want to order pizza and then maybe watch cartoons and have cuddles that will lead to a fucking session?” I asked with a cheeky grin.

His eyes was still glued to that damn phone. He was typing away and I poked his arm. He looked up, “Yeah?”

I scoffed, “You didn’t even hear a word I just said.” I pouted.

“I’m sorry baby,” He scoped me in his arms and kissed my lips. “We can do whatever you want.”

“I want you to fuck me.” I flipped my hair over my shoulder with an innocent smiled.

His eyes went wide for a second before he snapped back into his perverted mind. He layed me underneath him on the bed and started to kiss me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his torso. I pushed my tongue in his mouth while his hand went under my thin tank top. I jumped when his phone started to go off again for the 4th time today while we been together. It hasn’t even been two hours yet.

Namjoon reached over to grab his phone and I looked at him like he was the dumbest guy alive. Was he serious? I pushed him off me and stormed out the room to the bathroom. Must’ve been his manager.

That was 4 weeks ago.

I haven’t had a moment with him to myself in weeks now.

I was off to my best friend’s house to chill since Namjoon was stuck in the studio again for the third time this week. I didn’t argue when he blew me off since I know how much his work means to him. I don’t want to be that needy girlfriend that boys hate. I was chill and I respect his work ethic.

“You should’ve called me an hour in advance.” My friend Alice tightened her robe as she let me in her house.

“Sorry, didn’t know you’ll be doing that nasty stuff.” I laughed at her.

She giggled and told me to wait while she went to get properly dressed. I flopped on the long couch as if this was a second home to me; actually it was. The smell of an expensive candle that was burning on the glass table in the middle of the living room came to my nose. I mentally checked myself to steal one of her candles before I left.

“Girl if you don’t get off my couch like that.” She came back in with a hoodie that obviously wasn’t hers, seeing how big it was on her.

I flicked her off and continued to lay on her couch while she sat on the chair that was opposite of me.

“So what’s up?”

“Nothing much, I was bored and Namjoon is in the studio still so yeah.” I sat up and took off my shoes.

Alice nodded but after a second her eyebrows started to scrunch up, leaving a confused expression on her face. “He’s always in that studio, he’s sounds like Yoongi now.”

I laughed, “Yeah he does doesn’t he?”

She nodded and eyed me. She opened her mouth to say something but closed it back with a shake of her head. Now I was confused.

“What is it?” I spoke up.

She hesitated before giving an answer, “It’s just…when’s the last time you two hung out?”

“Umm..,” I kept thinking over these last 3 weeks and strange enough me and my boyfriend hasn’t really hung out once. “I don’t know honestly.”

“Oh…” She bit her lip and quickly placed a smile on her face. “Want some tea?” Alice got out her seat and rushed to the kitchen without even getting an answer from me.

I frowned, something was off with her. She was hiding something from me. I fiddled with my fingers and thought about her question over in my head again. Why hasn’t me and my OWN boyfriend at least went out a date or something in 3 whole weeks? That’s almost a month! I slumped in my seat and the thoughts i didn’t even want to think started to invade my mind. Alice came back with the tea and my favorite mug she always let me use when I came over here. She handed me the tea with a sympathetic smile.

“Is there something you want to tell me?” I looked at my best friend with a hundred worries in my eyes.

She looked down at her mug and back up at me, “You know me and you are basically blood sister’s right?”

I nodded timidly, fearing the worse.

“Well as your sister I feel like I should tell you I feel weird about you and Namjoon’s relationship right now.”

My mouth got dry and I felt like I knew what she was about to suspect.

“Like what?” The words came out crokey, my throat suddenly hurting.

She placed her mug down on the table and pushed her long curly hair out her face to look me in the eyes but before she could say anything her boyfriend Yoongi came out from the hallway with a full outfit on. He waved at me but all I could do was give him a half hearted smile. He came over to give Alice a kiss on the cheek before walking to the door.

“Have you been in the bangtan studio lately Yoongi?” I blurted out. I needed answers asap.

“Yeah, why?” He shoved his hands in his pockets.

“You been there these past three weeks?”

He nodded, “Why…wassup?”

I looked at my best friend and she shook her head, her hands tapping against her thigh; a habit she does whenever she gets pissed off or worried. After nobody answered Yoongi just shrugged and grabbed his keys before bidding goodbye to us before heading off to the studio.

“Text him.” Alice urged me.

I nodded and got my phone out my bag with shaky hands. I cursed at myself for trying to get emotional over this. I trusted him, he wouldn’t hurt or disrespect like that…would he?

I grabbed my black iPhone and unlocked it. I went to me and Namjoon messages. I looked back at our past ones for a second and sighed nervously. It was just him giving me one word replies and my stupid ass steady trying to get him to say more. Why would he say more to me when another girl has his attention? No, don’t think like that.

I sent him a message and awaited for his reply which didn’t take long surprisingly.

babygirl: hey nam, can i come to the studio?

24 minutes to respond.

babyboy: nah im busy rn

babygirl: oh okay…well i love you.

Read.

I blinked back some of the tears that was threatening to spill over. I will not cry, nope not now at least. Alice came and sat by me and looked down at the messages. She looked at me and I smiled at her to assure her I was alright even though I really wasn’t.

“It’s okay to cry. ” She rubbed my back but I shook my head.

“Let me text Yoongi.” She got up and went back to her room to retrieve her phone before proceeding back into the living room.

While she texted him I started to think of all the things that could’ve went wrong in the relationship. What did I do that made him want to stray off and find somebody else? What happened?

“He isn’t at the studio…” Alice trailed off with a quiet tone. She showed me her messages of Yoongi saying how Namjoon wasn’t in the studio. I slipped out a laugh that wasn’t humorous at all. It was quite dejected.

“I have to go.” I packed all my stuff back in my purse and got up to head to her front door.

“I’m sorry girl.” Alice walked me out and squished me in one her hard to breath hugs. Any other time I would’ve pushed her off but right now I needed it.

“Just come by if you need me, no matter what time.” I nodded and walked out with sorrow written all over my face.

// home.

I sat on the couch in me and Namjoon’s house with just a candle lite. A door opened and closed back signaling Namjoon was finally home; at 2 a.m.

“Shit it’s dark as fuck in here.” His heavy voice sent chills down my spine.

The lights flickered on and my eyes stayed put on the candle that was burning slowly.

“Hey Nam.” My voice came out raspy, like i’ve been screaming all day.

“H-hey…I thought you’ll be a-asleep by now.” He nervously smiled and came around the couch to see my face.

I shook my head and a tear rolled down my face. I knew I had to ask him the golden question but I was afraid of the answer. I didn’t want to lose the person I thought I would spend the rest of my life with.

“Hey, don’t cry. What’s wrong?” He rubbed my arm but I jerked away from his touch.

“Have you been cheating on me?” I finally looked at him.

He stared at me and I studied his eyes, his body movement, the way he told me he did even before it came out his mouth officially.

“Namjoon please just tell me.” I whispered.

“Yeah…I cheated. I’m sorry.” He looked down in his lap as if he was ashamed of what he did.

I quickly raised off the couch and dodged into our bedroom before he could see me break down. I slammed the closet door open and grabbed a random duffle bag before snatching clothes off hangers. My face was heated and my mind was dizzy. All I could do was let the tears roll down my face fast and try not to scream out.

Namjoon walked in and grabbed my arm to stop me from grabbing my stuff but i snatched my arm away.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” I pushed him away from me and he almost fell back with a shock expression on his face.

“C'mon ____ be rational right now!”

“BE RATIONAL? YOU FUCKING CHEATED ON ME!” I screamed in his face and wiped my hot cheeks with the back of my hand.

He snatched my duffle bag off the floor and started to throw shit back out. I reached over to grab it but he held it from me.

“You ain’t leaving this damn house until we talk.”

I screamed out of frustration. I threw my hands up, “WHAT IS THERE TO TALK ABOUT? YOU FUCKED SOME OTHER BITCH, THAT’S ALL THIS IS!”

“LET ME EXPLAIN ____!”

“NO! FUCK YOU!” Push.

“I HATE YOU SO MUCH!” Push.

“WHY ME NAMJOON!?” Push.

And he finally grabbed me and wrapped his arms around me as I shouted profanities towards him. I started to hit his chest to let me go but he just held me tighter.

“Let me go…” My voice was almost gone.

He shook his head and I heard him sniffle and that pissed me off even more. He has no right to be angry. Nobody forced him to cheat on me. “GET OFF ME!” I pushed him off and stumbled to the other side of the room. I was a mess right now.

“What did I do? Is it because I was to clingy? Am I not interesting anymore?”

“That’s not it—”

“THEN WHAT IS IT!?”

“Baby,”

“Don’t call me that bullshit!”

Namjoon put his hands up in defense and continued “It’s just I wanted some extra attention–”

I picked up the duffle bag and threw it at him when he said that. I stormed over to my keys and purse.

“____ please,” He walked towards me.

“No, we’re done. Fuck this.” I walked out the room and practically ran out the house and into my car. I slammed my car door and started to cry even more. This was it, this was my last time being with the man I love. I placed my head on my steering wheel and sobbed. I sat up and wiped my eyes and grabbed my keys to start the car up.

(tbc.)

Summary: Jungkook comes to the wrong conclusions. 

Parings: Yoongi x Reader/ Namjoon x Reader/ slight Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Namjoon gets caught with his pants down

Note: something short to try and get back into writing. thank you all for waiting. I also believe I didn’t use pronouns for the reader so it should be gn!reader

“Oh no,” you groan and cover your face with your hands. The desk beneath your back is sticky where your shirt is ridden up. 

Jungkook stands frozen in the doorway. The door finishes rattling from the force he swung it open with and his eyes are stretched wide as they stare at you blankly. Jungkook’s cheeks turn flaming red just when he realizes how deep Namjoon’s hips are pressed into yours. 

The slight movement of your leg wrapped around Namjoon’s waist is what causes Jungkook to finally squeeze his eyes shut. So much that you can see the crinkles around his eyes despite the distance between you. You can visibly see Jungkook trying to shake the image of Namjoon’s naked bottom from his brain. 

“I-um-I don’t think I was- I didn’t mean to walk in,” Jungkook frantically backs out of the room with his eyes still shut. You can only silently watch as Jungkook mimics the actions of a cat with a bag stuck on its head. There’s a loud thump as Jungkook slams his elbow into the door hinge. “Why-” Jungkook shoves the door back against the wall in an attempt to grab the handle, “Next time,” he unintentionally caresses the wood, still searching for the handle, “just lock the door.” And with one final bang, the room falls silent as you and Namjoon once again become the sole occupants. 

You look up at Namjoon who’s been frozen still the entire time. As you push him away with your feet, he looks at you, mouth agape and ears red, still not comprehending what just happened. 

“Are you going to get dressed or just stand there all day?” you’re tugging on your shirt when you address Namjoon. If you weren’t mortified at being caught, you would laugh at the man standing in the room with only a shirt and socks on, pants and boxers pooled around his ankles. Namjoon’s focus snaps back and he frantically pulls up his pants with shaky hands. 

“I’m going to kill him.” Anger sets in to mask the embarrassment. Namjoon walks alongside you down the hallway, his jaw wounding tighter with each step. 

“No you won’t,” you look up at him, “you’re the one that forgot to lock the door.” 

“Jungkook!” Namjoon shouts as you both walk into the room everyone is hanging out in. Figures that he wouldn’t hear you. 

Jungkook trips as he quickly gets up from the couch and moves behind Jin. Not that Jin is one to normally protect him, but as the oldest in the group, Jin is the most equipped to send Namjoon away. Jimin’s eyes widen in excitement as he can already surmise what’s about to happen. 

“Something happen?” Hoseok casually walks into the room after hearing Namjoon shout. 

“No.”

Taehyung looks up from his phone when Namjoon and Jungkook simultaneously speak up in denial. You take your place next to Yoongi who sits passively on the couch. His arm instinctively shifts to wrap around your waist and pull you closer to him. The members pay no mind to the slight pda, especially since they’ve become so accustomed to skinship for the sake of public appearances and you and Yoongi have announced to them that you’re dating. 

“Why is Joon mad at Jungkook?” Yoongi quietly asks while scrolling through his phone. 

You lean in so you can whisper directly into his ear as you lean your head on his shoulder, “I’ll tell you later.”

The room goes quiet and Jimin deflates as he realizes that Namjoon and Jungkook will be stuck in a staring contest long before anything is brought to light. 

“Will you-” Jin pushes Jungkook away from him, fed up with the way Jungkook is constantly shifting behind him. To avoid Jungkook using Jin as a shield again, Jin moves to sit next to Hoseok on one of the couches. 

You don’t know if Namjoon and Jungkook are still staring at each other as you watch Yoongi go through his twitter page. Taehyung is currently using their main twitter account so in the meantime, the rest have to go on their secret accounts. 

Yoongi loudly sighs and pulls away from you. “If you’re going to fight, can you just do it now and be over with it,” Yoongi slightly whines. 

Namjoon narrows his eyes and lets out a puff of air from his nose. Jin rolls his eyes as he leaves, pulling out his phone to pretend he’s getting a call. Hoseok watches him leave, contemplating if he too wants to be around for this. 

Jungkook glances between Namjoon and Yoongi, weighing which one he’s more willing to anger. He finally settles just as Namjoon opens his mouth to speak. 

“Y/N is cheating on you with Namjoon!” Jungkook gets the words out as fast as he can. 

Taehyung sits straight and sets his phone on the cushion beside him as he gives Jungkook his full attention at the announcement. Jimin fights to hide the smirk growing on his face. Namjoon brings his hand to his face and coughs, again speechless. You watch Yoongi, waiting for his reaction, as his face has remained completely neutral. 

Yoongi scrunches his nose and squeezes his eyebrows together in one motion and he shifts so he’s facing Jungkook while sitting. “That’s what this is about?” 

“I’m sorry- I caught them together in Namjoon’s studio,” Jungkook nervously explains. “They- they were,” he waves his hand over his body, trying to gesture to Yoongi that you were having sex rather than saying it aloud. 

You groan into your hands and try to sink into the couch. 

Jimin cuts Jungkook off for Yoongi with a laugh. “Jungkook…Jungkook,” the maknae finally looks at Jimin, “he knows.”

It takes a moment for the words to sink in for Jungkook and Taehyung watches in amazement as he goes through the five stages of grief. Taehyung and Jimin are ecstatic, already formulating ways they’ll hold this over the youngest member’s head for months to come. 

“Wait, what?”

Namjoon finally lets out the breath he’s been holding and drops his head in exasperation. 

“You really didn’t know?” Hoseok chimes in, teasing Jungkook.

Jungkook ignores Hoseok and turns back to Yoongi, “You’re just okay with them…” he points back and forth from you to Namjoon. 

Yoongi’s completely lost to Jungkook’s questions. He leans into you, overridden with laughter. His shoulders shake against your stomach and you catch glimpses of his gummy smile as he buries his face into you. It’s another minute before Yoongi composes himself enough to stand in front of Jungkook. 

“I appreciate you telling me,” Yoongi pats Jungkook on the shoulder before gesturing for Namjoon to follow him into another room. 

Jungkook watches them leave, confused. 

“Did Namjoon forget to lock the door again?” Taehyung comments, again focused on whatever is on his phone. 

Betrayal flashes across Jungkook’s face and you think he’s going to say something but ultimately decides not to. He flashes a quick look at Jimin and you, and seeing that you’re both watching him in amusement, he scrunches his face and storms out in the opposite direction Yoongi and Namjoon went. 

“How much longer until he figures out you and Taehyung are fucking?” Jimin asks mischievously. 

Taehyung glances up at the mention of his name. 

“Really, Jimin?” you give a deadpan look. You can still hear Jimin giggling as you walk out of the room. You’re not sure if the small thud came from Hoseok or Taehyung throwing something at Jimin.

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