Summary: You meet a clumsy guy on the streets of Seoul, and it just so happens that he’s one of the nation’s most well-known idols….and he’s interested in you.
‘Isn’t everyone else here?’ you pant as Namjoon stumbles
through the door of the dorm, you wrapped tightly in his embrace as
he continues devouring your mouth with his.
‘I dont know, and I dont care.’ he murmurs, continuing
to shuffle backwards through the darkness, the two of you stumbling
as you struggle to kick your shoes off, eventually giving up and just
backing up towards his room.
The sound of quiet laughing is heard from one of the
rooms but neither of you acknowledge it as you crash through the
doorway into his dark room, Namjoon slamming the door behind you
before pushing you back onto the bed and quickly crawling over you,
his hands going to the hem of your dress and hurriedly pushing it up
your body to pull it over your head.
'Take your clothes off.’ you demand, hands instantly
reaching up to force his shirt open, and forcing his head back down
to yours so that you could lock your lips with his once again.
Your mouths jaggedly work against one another as he rips
his shirt off, moving quickly to strip his trousers and boxers off, before his
hands are roaming over you body, pinching and fingering at every inch
of your skin, eventually coming to stop between your legs.
'Please…’ you beg, nibbling on his bottom lip and
sucking it into your mouth as you feel him move your panties to the side and thrust two fingers into
you, causing you to arch your back into him and dive your fingers
into his hair, holding tightly to the strands as he stretches you.
He doesn’t waste time with prolonging the experience
before he’s grabbing a condom from one of the draws in his dresser,
ripping the packet open with swiftness before rolling the plastic
onto him, reaching for your panties before you can blink and ripping them off of you.
'Fuck. I love you.’ he breathes as he lines himself up at your entrance, before thrusting into
you, the feeling of him stretching and filling you, making you moan
loudly as your fingers twist in his hair, the overload of feelings
distracting you from what he had just said as he begins to rock his
hips against yours.
You pant and whine as the sound of skin slapping against
skin rings in your ears and your racing heartbeat thunders around
your skull, his arms on either side of your head, making the world
get reduced to just the image of him panting above you, the sight
making the coil that had been building in your stomach tighten even
more as you clench your walls around him.
'Baby, I’m close.’ he moans minutes later, his pace picking up as he
frantically chases his end, the increased speed pushing you closer to
your edge and when his hand is suddenly between your legs, pinching
and rubbing at your clit, you fall apart within seconds, the ache in
your legs from being poised on either side of his hips becoming numb
as it gives way for the pleasure that rolls through your body, making
you clutch him tightly to you as you cry out, the motion of you
clenching and orgasming around him making him come undone too.
He rocks his hips into yours a few more times, riding
the two of you through your highs before collapsing on top of you,
his breath huffing against your neck, whilst his body lays heavily
over yours, although you dont really pay attention to him as the
residual high of your orgasm causes aftershocks to rack through you.
'I’m sorry.’ he murmurs quietly after a few minutes that
the two of you spend catching your breath.
'I’m sorry I was such an asshole…I didn’t mean to be
like that, I was just really stressed from work and-’
'Its okay.’ you whisper, tilting your head down to press
a kiss to his forehead, your anger over the situation early having dispersed, but your lips on his head head make him look up at you with a worried
expression.
'I still feel horrible for snapping at you…you were
just trying to look out for me and I acted like an idiot….- I dont
want to lose you.’
Your breathing stutters with his confession, the words
making you suddenly begin to question things that you hadn’t even thought
about since you’d met him.
What was going to happen when you had to go home?
Would you ever see each other again?
Would he still want to be with you?
And then there was the issue of;
'I love you.’
You could feel his gaze on your face as he says the
words, his voice shaky but the sincerity in his eyes was clear as his
hand reaches up to tilt your face towards him, wanting you to
understand that he was serious.
'Thats impossible.’ you whisper, the fear running
through your veins stemming from the way your heart had doubled to
twice its usual size in your chest, trying to break out of your
ribcage and signalling that- quite possibly- you felt the same way.
'Why is it?’ he asks quietly, his thumb rubbing lightly
along your cheek as he watches you, eyebrows pulling together
slightly.
'Cause we haven’t even known each other a week, Namjoon!
You cant-’
'But I do.’ he cuts you off, lifting himself up slightly
so that he was looking down at you properly and the passion and love
that’s radiating from his gaze makes your whole body quake with a
strange mix of fear and agreement. When his lips press a gentle kiss
to yours, your body trembles beneath him, giving away what you were
feeling inside and you instinctively push him off of you, scrambling
to your feet and crossing the room to get as far from him as you can, your thoughts racing round your brain making you confused and scared.
'Y/N, whats wrong?’ he asks, his expression confused and his eyes filled with sadness as he watches you from his position
on the bed, seeing the way you wrap your arms around yourself and
pace in small circles.
'You cant…you cant love me, Namjoon! You cant!
We haven’t even known each other for a whole week, we live in two
completely different countries, run two completely different lives-
You’re a celebrity for God’s sake!’ you shout, pulling at your hair
as you struggle to keep calm, too confused with the way your heart
was screaming at you that you love him too, whilst your brain battled
with the logic of the situation.
'Jagi, calm down, Jagi!- JAGI!.’ Namjoon urges, getting
to his feet and walking towards you, reaching out to lay his hands on
your shoulders, and you try to bat him away- your thoughts a tornado
of emotions, but he ends up grabbing you and crushing you to him,
holding you as you struggle against him, until your weak arms wrap
around him and clutch him far too tightly to you.
'Please…please, dont tell me you love me when we cant
stay together…’ you whisper, the tears already having fallen from
your eyes and run onto his chest where your face was pressed into his
skin.
'But I do…You’re the only one thats ever made me feel
this way, Baby…I cant help it…’ he breathes, his voice being
shaky and by the way he sucks in a sharp breath and presses a kiss to
your hair, you can tell he is crying too, his arms tightening around
you as he burrowed his face into your neck.
You feel your heart strain towards him in your chest,
the slight ache emanating from your ribcage making you bite your
cheek as you try to contain the cries you want to let out, although
you’re not able to hold in the tears as they continue to run down
your cheeks.
'And I know its ridiculous, and idiotic of me to
say…but I want to spend the rest of my life with you- I cant
imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else…I can’t- I
can’t let you go, Jagi!’ he croaks, his words trailing off into a sob
which sinks into you, making your blood run cold as your fingers dig
into his back, trying to pull him impossibly closer.
'I’m scared…’ you whisper, turning your head towards
his that’s still leant on your shoulder, pressing your lips into the
skin of his neck, 'I think I love you too…and i’m scared that i’m
going to get hurt because of that when I have to leave.’
You feel his hand begin to stroke your hair, his
shoulders that are still shaking gently making you continue to press
kisses into his skin until he turns his head to face you and your
lips find his, his hand cradling the back of your head as he pours
all of his love and fear into the kiss and your tears mix together as
they fall from your eyes and run down your cheeks.
'I dont want to give up on us.’ he breathes against your
mouth, placing gentle kisses on your lips as he leans his forehead on
yours, watching you intently as you gaze at him, fear filling you at
the prospect of being hurt, but feeling even more scared at the
thought of having to leave him.
'I dont want to give up on us either.’ you whisper,
moving your hand to cup his jaw as the two of you watch one another,
silently promising that you wouldn’t give up on each other, that you
wouldn’t leave until it was time.
'I love you, Y/N.’ he murmurs again, smiling gently as
his thumb smooths over your cheek, wiping the tears away that had
fallen as a result of your fear and replacing them with soft kisses
on your eyelids, making you sigh as you finally come to terms with
what your heart had been trying to tell you all along.
So today pulling into Stop and Shop, this lady cut me off and nearly drove into me, and then, when I tried to pass her, she swung to the right and nearly hit me again, and then flipped me off.
So somebody is having a bad day and taking it out on me. That’s fine. It’s harmless, and I don’t know what’s going on in this woman’s life. I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt she’s not just a piece of shit and is just having a bad day.
But then I park and she follows me, and gets out of the car and starts swearing at me and getting in my face.
Now I go from “indifferent” to “I’m gonna fuck with this woman’s head.” Now I would say I’m a gentleman of size, and in all black and bemohawked I probably look spookier than I actually am, so props to this lady for getting in my face. Now of course I’m not going to hit her, or even threaten violence. That’s shitty. Nobody should get threatened with violence.
Instead, I take a step back, narrowing my eyes like I’m studying her face really closely, and then I touch one of the several piece of “occulty” jewelry I’m wearing (none of which, by the way, are magicked in any way at all). Then I mumble some nonsense under my breath, and then make the fig gesture and the horns at her.
She stops, wide-eyed.
“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST DO TO ME?”
I chuckled, and shake my head. “Nothing at all.” I say in a not-terrible convincing voice. “But every time something bad happens to you today, you’re gonna be thinking of me.”
