01. Must Have Energy - Kim NamJoon fanfic
AN* So I ran across a “Bed Sharing AU” prompt list with 8 prompts and thought it’d be a great exercise to explore writing fanfics again, this time for BTS instead of anime. I just recently wrote “Grief” which is the first fanfiction I’ve written in 3 years… the first anything I’ve written in 3 years actually. So don’t be too hard on me. I intend this to be the first in a series, using all 8 prompts with different members. 8 prompts, 7 members… the 8th will be a surprise.
A special thanks to BTS… for giving me inspiration and re-igniting my passion to write again. (Gif credit to original owner.)
Must Have Energy
Prompt: The heater broke and I’m freezing get over here!
Pairing: Kim NamJoon x Reader
Genre: Fluff, oneshot (smut light)
Word Count: 4.1K
“Come ooooon….” you whined into the phone.
“I seriously don’t know what you expect me to do!” NamJoon laughed on the other end.
“You’re a man! Men fix things! So fix it for me!” You knew you were being unreasonable, but the chill creeping into your bones was no joke.
“Well… I can’t argue with logic like that,” he laughed again. You rolled your eyes.
“Are you coming or not?”
“Let me see what I have and I’ll head over… I can’t promise anything though.” You sighed in relief.
“Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you,” you shot out as fast as you can. “Hopefully I won’t be a popsicle by the time you get here.”
“Hurry up… got it!” You could practically hear the smirk on his face. “See you in a few…”
“Minutes right? Not hours!?” you shot back. He just laughed.
“Go put on a coat or something… the longer I’m on the phone, the longer it’ll take me to get there…”
“BYE!” you said a little too loudly, immediately hanging up. Thank God for NamJoon. You don’t know what you would do right now if he wasn’t an option. Why did the heater have to go out now… in the middle of a frickin’ snowstorm!? You had no money to hire a professional, who would charge overtime because it was a weekend… and you had no clue how to fix anything!
At least with Joon there was a chance of success… a pretty high chance… well… 50-50 maybe. You didn’t know him all that well, but you had hung out a few times… and when you were with a group, you managed to find each other and would go into your own little world sometimes. He was sweet, and funny, and the dude was a genius. He never tired of telling you about the latest books he’d read or the random information about some tree as you walked past one in the park. But could you trust him not to burn the house down?
You shook your head. Who cares if he burned the house down!? Then you’d at least be warm again! You had on a t-shirt under a sweater and leggings on under your jeans, fuzzy socks on your feet tucked into fuzzy slippers, and you were still starting to shiver.
You should have called him earlier! You were just hoping against hope that the heater would fix itself this morning, and now that it was afternoon, you were desperate. Instead of a coat, as NamJoon suggested, you grabbed the comforter off your bed and snuggled in to wait on the couch. At least the power wasn’t out… you flipped on the TV hoping there was a show about the tropics or something that would mentally warm you while you waited.