Warnings: Mild swearing, social anxiety, butt slapping mentions of alcohol, and violence
Request: (Anon) :I thought you were my friend so I slapped your ass in greeting AU please!
A/N: At first I didn’t think I’d be able to do this one, but I totally fell in love with it and it all game together. I love this one so much. As for the anon, that brought up our faults in our schedules, I’m really sorry. We are really going to try and stick to the schedule this week, unlike last week which was awful. Enjoy!
“Excuse me, excuse me.” you whispered as you tried to navigate the crowd. Your friends had abandoned you and you were left in a terrifying crowd of punks. You were sure that they were all nice once you got to know them, but they were intimidating from the outside, and you could barely speak because you were choked up with fear.
You shifted with the long line to the concert. You popped in your earbuds and tried to calm down and listen to some music. You texted your friends, begging for them to come back or at least take you home.
They were your ride, and as of now, you would have to find a way home. You frowned when you glanced down at your battery. It was already below 50%. You envisioned yourself in the worst possible scenario, getting thrown into the mosh pit, suffocating from beer, smoke, body heat, and of course social anxiety.
At the thought of this, you turned up the music a little louder, trying to drown out your thoughts. It was getting dark and the concert was about to begin. You had no idea what you were going to do. You considered hiding and crying in a restroom for majority of the concert and hope your phone had enough battery to call someone to pick you up.
“Hey, sexy!” you felt a swift slap across your butt.
Your face instantly turned red. Every part of your body turned red hot. Anxiety coursing through your veins. Your heart pounded in your chest. Your stomach dropped.
“Ohmygod!” you turned around to see a man, completely red staring at his hand and back at you. “Ohmygod. I am so sorry. I thought you were-I-I.”
You stared at disbelief at the man. He was short and had curly dark hair, that poofed under his red baseball cap. The cap was torn and frayed on the edges with a bit of sweat around the bill. His freckles were like stars compared to his red tomato face.
“I am so so so so sorry! I thought you were my friend and I-”
“Your girlfriend?” you blurted out.
“What? No. My boy-I mean my best friend. Alex. Alexander Hamilton? He’s about yeah high,” he waved the air just below his neck, “full of angst, anger, long dark hair but smooth. Kinda like mine but straight.”
“What? Excuse me?”
You blushed. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to…” you looked down and tried to avoid his eyes.
“What’s so funny?” he asked in a joking tone.
“Nothing, it’s just… you started out saying boyfriend, then you said he was straight and you said you have curly hair-which I mean you do, it’s beautiful-but then it was like the implied joke that you know you aren’t straight and ohmygod I’ll shut up. I’m sorry.” you were rambling and your words jumbled into one, long, run on sentence.
You expected him to yell or defend himself.
He replied with a grin and laughed. He extended his hand. “I’m John. John Laurens. You can call me, J, J La, Laurens, Johnny, Jonathan, frankly you can call me whatever you like.” he chuckled. You took his hand and shook it tentatively.
“I think I’ll just stick with John…J La.” you laughed.
He smirked. “So forgive me, let’s forget about my friend for one moment. But, you seem like a fish out of water here.”
You laughed and nodded. You and John walking to keep up with the moving line. “Yeah, I came with some friends but they ditched me. Also, they were my ride. So, I’m kind of just stuck here. This night has been pretty awful so far.”
“Well, that’s nothing a few beers, dancing, and good music can’t fix.” he smiled.
“Shouldn’t you find your friend, Alex, or something?”
“Nah, he’s fine. Probably lecturing some poor old punk about classic rock and such. He actually kind of likes heavy metal, but I dragged him here with me.” John pointed to his shirt, pointing at the Aerosmith logo. “I love classic rock. But yeah, he’s probably fine. You wouldn’t mind sticking with me would you? I just..I just don’t want you to get lost or overwhelmed because your friends were such assholes-oh,” John blushed, “sorry, that wasn’t my place.”
You shake your head. “You weren’t wrong.” you sighed. “But, I guess I’ll have to take you up on that offer, considering that I well have no one else except me, myself and I.”
John smirked back at you. “You wouldn’t mind if I held your hand then?” he blushed. “Ya, know…so that we don’t get separated or anything…”
“No, not at all.” you threw your hand into his. A warm feeling washed over your body. It wasn’t anxiety anymore. You couldn’t explain it.
You and John continued to talk, he talked a lot of about Alex, and then asked about you. You let him pull you a few rows behind the mosh pit. You started to scream at each other, because the band was doing soundchecks and the crowd was chanting and cheering.
“So, you work at a pizzeria?” you asked.
“Yeah, I actually own it. Just on a college campus not far from here. Originally, I was just an apprentice at the old place, but the old man moved and gave it to me. She’s my little baby. Kind of like Alex.” he laughed. “I swear we aren’t a thing. He’s just my odd wing-man/best friend.”
“Suuuure.” you laughed.
“New York City!!!” one of the frontman singers screamed into the microphone. His hair was long overgrown and thinning fast with old age. He must have been touring for at least half a decade now and was closer to a hundred. The man who was a classic rock legend of his era, was almost a century. But he still had the sound pipes of an angsty thirty year old.
You and John quickly got pushed into the mosh pit.
“John!” you screamed as you lost his hand in yours.
You found yourself in the middle of screaming, sweating, violent, and drunk psycho fans. One elbowed you in the face telling you to ‘shove it’ along with many non-family friendly words. You winced at the throbbing in your nose. You were slowly pushed into the depths of the pit, around everyone’s stomping feet. Someone stepped on your hand.
“John!” you screamed.
You heard a distant shout at the bottom of the feet. Every time you tried to stand up, you got pushed under like trying to resurface the ocean with a wave crashing over your head. Except, instead of white rimmed waves, cigarette ashes and beer fell over your head.
The next moment was filmed with absolute sailor profanity. A fight broke out around you. More so than before. And in the middle of it was a short, freckled-faced, curly haired man. You watched, with tears running down your face, blood running from your nose, as John took a broad looking guy, covered in tattoos.
John hit him with an uppercut punch, and finalized it with a punch to the gut. Anyone who stepped in his pathway ended up with a broken nose and intense bruises. You watched the anguish on his face, sweat dripping down his temples, cap being pushed around. When everything was too loud and panicking to bear, your vision went black.
Strong arms hooked themselves beneath your arms, secured you and pulled you back. The arms dropped from yours, to under your back and legs.
When you could see again, the lights and blaring of the concert was a haze.
“You’re okay!” John cried.
Another man, equally short squatted over you. His hair was dark and slicked into a messy bun, with a scrappy beard.
“Here, take this.” the nameless man said, placing a cold ice pack to your face. John ran to grab a paper towel and helped stop the nosebleed.
“John.” you cried softly, shaking your head. Your tears turned to laughter. “You are dead. You are going to get your ass kicked. You messed with some pretty scary dudes.” you laughed.
The nameless man grinned and slugged John in the arm. He said, “I’m Alex, by the way.”
You and John burst out laughing. You reached for his hand, struggling to calm the tremors in your body. He reached back for yours and met your eyes with a soft smile. He had a few scratches and bruises on his face. A single tear fell. He wrapped an arm around you and held you tight.
“I’m so glad that you are okay.” he cried. He shook his head and sniffed.
“Awww, you’re like a little baby, with snot running down your face.” Alex laughed at John.
John laughed and tried to ignore him. “You know, if you aren’t too traumatized, we could go back to the concert-” he paused when he saw the look of discomfort in your eyes, “-or I was thinking more sensibly, we could go eat an old diner or grab a drink and dance there with no possible chance of a Lion King stampede.” he joked, in a light manner.
Alex shook his head at him. “Too soon man.”
“It’s fine.” you laughed.
“No! I’m taking about Mufasa! It’ll never be okay! He tried to save his son, and he died!” Alex sobbed.
You cocked your head at John, a sly smile on your face. “Is he okay? Is he joking?”
John shrugged. “No one knows.”
John stood up and helped you up. He pulled you into him, an arm around you, the other hand in yours. “Shall we go get a drink then?” he smiled.
“Yeah! Five tequila shots, on John!” Alex snatched the car keys from John’s pocket and started running towards the parking lot.
“I was thinking more like just the two of us.” John laughed.
Alex stopped and looked at John, awful concerned. “Don’t you think that’s quite rude?” he gestured to you.
“I meant (Y/N) and I.” John frowned.
“Well, you need a third wheel for stability right? Buy me five shots and I’ll hang out by the jukebox. You guys won’t even notice me.”
John laughed and looked to you. You shrugged. “I call shotgun!” John shouted. He let go of you and make a quick jump forward.
“No!” Alex screamed. “I don’t want to drive!” Alex booked it to the parking lot.
“Why’d you do that?” you asked. John hadn’t took off running.
“So that I could do this.”
John yanked you forward and kissed you. He had a sharp intense grip on you and kissed you fiercely. Until he softened and melted into the kiss. His grasp softened to nothing and his hand slipped to your hair. To your chin. He brushed his hands down slowly and gently. John’s lips hurt a little bit against yours because of the bruises, but you kissed him back.
“Guys!” Alex came running back, out of breath. “What is taking you so long-oh, GROUP HUG!”
Before you and John could break apart, Alex threw his arms around the both of you.
“Why does he do this?” you laughed, uncomfortably, pressed up against John.
“To ruin the moment.” John laughed. “But, that’s nothing a swift punch can’t fix.” John broke from you, just a moment, to clock Alex in the shoulder, enough to stagger him but not to hurt him. John grabbed you and again and kissed you.
“I like this.” you said in between a kiss.
“I like this too.” John smiled. “I like you more.”
Time slipped by in John’s arms. Your head throbbed with an enormous headache, but it turned to a dull ache when you kissed John. You both ignored Alex’s protests as you kissed more intensely than before. The kiss was filled you with everything and simultaneously nothing.
S.Coups: Bright red. Worn in baseball caps, over-sized jerseys, hot dogs and empty stadiums. The smell of fresh strawberries; Getting into your house after a day out in the winter; The feel of a new basketball. Warm summer nights. The sound of kids in the hallways on the last day of school after the bell rings; Screaming when you finally beat a hard level in a game; Teasing eyes; Mangoes.
Woozi: An untouched field of bright crisp snow; the satisfaction you get when you ace a test you thought you’d do bad on. Thick Holiday sweaters; paper lanterns glowing in dark streets; serious conversations with your normally easy-going friend at 2 in the morning. The colors mint and peach. Smiling to yourself as someone unknowingly compliments you. Laughing to yourself, embarrassed, after you caught yourself daydreaming about someone. The feel of new notebooks.
Hoshi: The rush of joy you feel all at once as you’re trying your hardest doing something you love. Watermelon Popsicle sticks. Turquoise. Giggles breaking the silence. 2007- 2009 pop songs that you still break out screaming to if they come on the radio. Cherry lip balm. Daisies. Empty hockey rings. Cheesy Valentine’s Day teddy bears. Spending hours on a project you’re working on, not noticing you worked through the night. Plastic water bottles.
Wonwoo: Ocean blue. Secret smiles. The jokes written on cards you get at the Pharmacy. Midnight walks. Being in a warm jacket outside during the fall. Apples. The feel of a cold PlayStation controller. Fresh pumpkins. Inside jokes with your friends. Laughing really hard after not laughing for a long time. The smell of clean linen. The moon’s reflection on a car window. Hugging a friend you haven’t seen in a while. Worn in converse sneakers. The sound of a shower running. Soft cloth.
Mingyu: Warm cheesy pizza. Unexpectedly laughing loudly. Ultramarine blue. Fuzzy socks. Riding your bicycle really fast and feeling the wind hit you. Mozzarella sticks. Ice cold soda on a hot day. The way gloves feel when they just got out the dryer. Giggling to yourself as you enjoy doing something childish. Dancing to yourself in front of a mirror. The sound of the city on a busy day. Dipping new paint brushes into paint. Bright sunlight pouring in through a window.
Vernon: Staying up all night on the internet. Late night jokes with your friends. Burgers. Crinkled plaid shirts. Purple. The way your face scrunches up as you laugh really hard. 2 a.m. Ramen noodles. Feeling satisfied as you push yourself past your comfort zone and get good results. Jokes so bad they’re funny. Falling asleep to the sound of a tv show. Opening a new album package that you waited forever for. Plastic figurines. Feeling nervous on the first day of school. Rubber bracelets. Relaxing car drives.
Dino: Stretching in the morning. Lopsided beanies. Pumpkin seeds and tangerines. Long needed hugs. Making fake mohawks with shampoo/soap. Brand new comic books. The way your eyebrows furrow as you work hard doing something you love. The color green.
Randomly learning a weird fact. Rushing to open a package of takeout when you’re really hungry. Racing during gym. Ham and cheese sandwiches.
Seungkwan: The smell of warm, fresh out the oven, buns. Pastel yellow and baby blue. Soft pajamas. Purposefully singing badly to a song. Scrapbooks. The taste of vanilla. The feeling of satisfaction and pride you get after you tell a joke and everybody starts laughing. Those dollar store kids hand sanitizers. Preppy button up shirts. Warm honey brown eyes. The way a librarian smiles at you sweetly. Snow falling in your hair. Thick fluffy scarves. Really puffy winter jackets. Dandelions.
DK: Yellow and orange. Sunflowers. The way you squint your eyes when the sun is too bright. Fried chicken + french fries. Late night snacks. Sliding down wooden floors in socks. Terrible romantic movies. Imitating/mocking the GPS’ voice when you’re driving. Holding hands with your friends. The toy section at the dollar store. The smell of citrus. Bananas. Finger painting. Bouncing your leg as you type away. Laughing with someone, adoration shining through your eyes. Oversized shirts with jokes written on them.
The8: Rubber bouncy balls. Happy family reunions. Fuzzy slippers. Tinsel. The faint sound of music playing at a bbq. Baby golden retrievers. Surprising yourself with your own strength. Bonfires late at night on the beach. The sun shinning extremely bright after it rained. Long eyelashes. Roast sessions with your friends. Coconuts; the smell of purple grapes. Holiday music playing in stores. Fake mustaches and waffles. Two toned/swirled ice cream. The way the warm sidewalk pavement feels against your bare feet.
Jun: Retro red. The night sky when there are no stars out. Kitchen aprons and rose petals. Steele blue. Brand new pencils. Bright white teeth and secret winks. Jumping in (clean) puddles when it’s raining. Airplanes. Apricots and strawberry jam. Cheap perfume and small tourist knick knacks. Warm caramel, covered in chocolate. When your friend pulls through for you. 1 a.m. phone calls. Waking up before you’re supposed to and just laying there, thinking, until your alarm goes off. Fake-flirting with your friends. Plastic flower necklaces.
Jeonghan: Neutral colors. Cactus’ and pastel flower pots. The silence before a storm. Sticking your tongue out playfully. Laughing so hard you accidentally hurt yourself by bumping into something. Messy toaster strudels. Accidentally succeeding at something/good luck. Nostalgia. When you’re tired but so excited you can’t sleep. Watching terrible comedy movies with your friends and laughing more with each other than at the movie. Cinnamon toothpaste. Saltine crackers; absentmindedly laying in a weird position when you’re invested in your hobby.
Joshua: Worn down wood. Maple syrup on warm fluffy pancakes. Procrastinating by watching strange useless videos on Youtube. Old headphones. When your desk is messy but you kinda just know where everything is. Coffee shops and doughnuts with sprinkles. The sound of traffic at night. Knowing every word to a child’s song you haven’t sang in years. Chipped nail polish. Jeans and messy hair. Seeing your own breath when it’s very cold out. Drawing small hearts on the car window. Secret Pinterest boards.
Summary: A busy tour schedule means someone has to take care of RapMon, and your services are taken up by the slowly smitten leader of BTS.
Genre: Fluff, Angst, Friends to lovers
Pairing: Namjoon x Y/N
“Good morning, Y/N’s dogsitting, Y/N speaking.” You said in your friendly, professional voice. You were currently just about finishing a paper of molecular development when your smartphone rang.
“Hello, I need a dog sitter for about a month.” The deep voice on the other end was soothing, but you pushed it back on the realisation taking care of a dog for a month was a long time. You could do it though, you were going to be off university for the next three months and had plenty of time to spare.
“That’s absolutely great. What’s his/her name?” You asked, twirling your pencil in your finger thinking about how a month of dog sitting would pay for your vacation to Hawaii next year.
“Uh,” He laughed for a second.
You patiently waited for him to tell you, you had dealt with embarrassing names before so you were sure you could deal with this.
Your hand flew to your mouth instantly as you tried to conceal your laughter. You could deal with cookie, sugar puff and creme brûlée (all names you had heard of) but RapMon? As in after the kpop group Bangtan’s leader?
“Ah, RapMon’s a Bangtan fan I see?” You asked light heartedly. Even more surprising was that male kpop fans were a rarity, so you were naturally intrigued.
He laughed on the other end, “something like that.”
“We have the same favourite, I’m sure we’ll get along.” You chuckled.
“I’m sure he’ll be pleased.” The voice on the other end replied in the same tone of banter you had.
“Well, if you just send me some of RapMon’s details like health, any dietary requirements, likes and dislikes then I can get back to you and we can go from there.”
“Great. I’ll see you soon.” The attractive voice on the end of the line said.
The phone call ended after you said your bye and you made a note to yourself to check your emails regularly for RapMon’s owner. Putting your phone down, you couldn’t resist covering your mouth in embarrassment as you laughed.
The voice on the phone was just so…manly. It didn’t make sense for him to name his dog after the leader of a highly successful kpop group, unless he was really a fan? He must be, you thought. In all honesty you couldn’t blame him- the stan in you came out defending all the reasons why Kim Namjoon would also have male fans.
Whilst you weren’t super active when it came to being a stan, you liked Bangtan enough to know who everyone was, their likes/dislikes and personalities. Of course, Kim Namjoon had caught your eye early on and it was his ability to rap to your soul that made you hooked on his voice for some time.
You didn’t dwell on them too much, but you were a stan and to dog sit someone who was a stan enough to name their dog after a member was pretty interesting.
You were interrupted from your thoughts by a ding coming from your Mac, alerting you of a new email.
Wow, this guy must be a real hardcore fan, you mused. The email even read KimNamjoon01342@outlook.kr.
Here are the details of RapMon below, email me or call me on this number: 011442773926 if you need anything else.
Breed: American Eskimo
Dietary: Allergic to salmon.
Health: NA, healthy.
Likes: Walks, running, playing, learning new things and tricks.
Dislikes: Being left alone (aggressive barking if left for too long).
You burst out laughing. He even called himself Namjoon.
You replied with an email including your address instantly, as RapMon seemed like a great dog to take care of which would cause no issues for you.
Later that week, you were set to welcome RapMon to your humble but dog friendly home and waited patiently in your living room to meet him and his owner. In all honesty, you were eager to meet the owner. The owner was a stan just like you, so there was bound to be some good conversation waiting, especially if he was as hardcore as his email suggested. You were also eager to meet RapMon. Whilst dog sitting paid well for a student like you, it was also fun. You loved animals and dogs especially. The whole idea of dogs being a mans best friend only was shit for you, you also thought dogs could be anyones best friend: you could make friends with most of them anyway.
The rapt dinging of your house bell broke your thoughts away, as you realised RapMon and his owner were just on time. You straightened out your dress before getting the door, afterall- first impressions were everything.
Showtime, you thought.
Upon opening the door your eyes betrayed your brain in expectations for RapMonsters owner.
You could recognise those eyes instantly, even underneath the red baseball cap which was some sort of weak disguise. Those plump lips were defining of him, and your mouth couldn’t help but open in surprise at the realisation of exactly who it was that was in front of you.
The face now staring back at you looked at you expectingly, as if to invite him in. In any other situation, you would have exchanged names, shaken hands and invited him in by now for a cup of tea. Yet, you weren’t in any other situation.
You were in front of Kim Namjoon, RapMonster from BTS.
You tore your eyes away from his penetratingly expectant gaze and looked to see a playful American Eskimo circling his legs.
“Ah, so this must be RapMon.” You said shakily, after what felt like an eternity trying to mask your surprise.
“Ah, I don’t normally do this but do you mind if I come in?” The velvety smooth voice asked, and you looked back up to him again. Right, you reminded yourself.
Time to invite an idol into your home. Get a grip, Y/N. He’s just a normal person whose pretty well known across all four continents of the world.
No big deal.
“Come in! How rude of me…” You trailed off, extending your arms in a welcoming gesture as they directed him to your cozy living room.
You shut the door behind you after RapMon happily followed his owner, gently barking to be picked up by him. You watched the owner, Kim Namjoon pick up his dog and ruffle his snowy white coat in his arms.
“Would you like some tea?” You asked politely, tearing your gaze away as he took some gentle steps into your living room looking around.
Your cozy living room was dog friendly, a customised playstation set up which saw RapMon immediately interested as he jumped out of his owners arms and into the little play area.
You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped out of your lips as seeing the cute dogs reaction and playfulness. Neither could Kim Namjoon control his laugh, “sorry, he really should have better manners.” The smile reached his eyes, and you could tell he doted on his pet.
“Nonsense, it’s there for him.” You said.
“So, we have green tea, olong, chai, english breakfast tea, coffee, juice, coke, water…whatever you’d like.” You said after a pause, surprised you could remember all the teas you had in your cupboard.
“Chai’s fine, I have to get back soon though as my flight leaves in a few hours.” He said, and the realisation hit you he probably had a tour coming up which is why he was leaving you with his dog for a month.
“Sure, take a seat and make yourself comfortable.” You said, to which he graciously accepted as you saw him sit down on one of your couches and play with RapMon.
In the kitchen, however- you were having a little crisis.
So, RapMon was the idol Kim Namjoon of BTS’ dog. It explained a lot, like the stronge email you had received at first from what you had just assumed to be a really hardcore male fan.
No, it was the actual Namjoon. Namjoon who you really thought was a genius.
You took a deep breath as the kettle you had turned on stopped its boil. Taking a cup, you poured the steaming hot water over the tea bag and let it sit as the spices filled your senses, calming you down. You poured a dash of milk over and took the teabag out. After you had made yourself a cup of tea too, you went back into your living room to find Kim Namjoon petting RapMon gently on your couch.
It was a sight that made your heart clench, but you repressed it as you put on a poker face before cutting to the chase. You had to. You just couldn’t let him leave like that.
After he graciously thanked you for the chai and took a sip, you dared to sit near him on the edge of the couch and turned to face him.
“So, RapMon is named after you.” You said trying to repress your smile.
Namjoon’s dimpled smile came out as he became shy and looked down.
“I’m sorry, I should have made it clearer from the start.”
You chuckled. “It’s okay, I could have been a crazed sasang fan for all you know and planned to lure you into my abode to feed you to hungry nietzens.” You said in a mock serious tone.
Namjoon laughed, and the sound really was musical to your ears. It vibrated against your eardrums and was infectious.
You didn’t really hear it much, even on programmes.
“Well, it’s a good thing you’re not, right?” Namjoon playfully mocked, looking around the room to find any hidden cameras.
“Speaking of, I’d appreciate it if this little fact stays between us.” He said, and you quickly picked up that he was referring to being outed to the press or fans that you were taking care of RapMon.
“I won’t be breaching any confidentiality, it’s even in the contract I signed over to you.” You assured him, which earned you a grateful smile.
“So, why my humble dog sitting services?” You asked.
“Well, I need someone to look after RapMon regularly even when I come back from tour, and your place isn’t too far from my residence believe it or not.”
Ah, so you’d be seeing him regularly.
Internally you gulped.
“Well you don’t have to worry about RapMon, he’ll be taken care of really well.” You said.
“I’m sure he will, normally RapMon barks at strangers but he seems to have a particular liking to you.” He pointed out, noticing how RapMon was circling your leg too.
He was right, from your knowledge American Eskimo’s were supposed to take defensively to anyone that wasn’t familiar. RapMon here clearly felt at ease with you, all before you had even picked him up.
“Is that so, do you like me RapMon?” You cooed as you picked him up and lifted him up off the floor as he licked your cheek.
Yeah, he really did like you.
“Ah, RapMon don’t you have any manners kissing someone so quickly?!” Namjoon laughed looking at you apologetically.
“He’s so friendly, we’re going to get along great.” You said as RapMon jumped out of your arms again and into Namjoon’s.
A phone call interrupted your conversation, and Namjoon looked at it regretfully before putting it back into his back pocket.
“That’s probably my manager, they offered to take RapMon to you but I just wanted to say bye to him myself before leaving. i have to go.” He said getting up.
“Of course, where are you touring this time?” You asked casually.
“It’s the leg of our East Asia tour. Malaysia, Indonesia, Japan, China and Vietnam.” The countries sounded amazing to you, and of course you had been to Japan a few times yourself.
“How amazing! Is it just working then, or do you get free time to yourselves too?’ You asked, wanting confirmation just for your fan curiosities.
Namjoon laughed, ‘well do you want the fan answer or the Namjoon answer?”
“Well the fan answer is that we get time for both, the Namjoon answer is that we’re actually working, even when we’re out for dinner and a pic gets put on SNS- that’s still us working. We get a little free time in between. Why, have you been to any of the places?” He asked. Smart you thought, he realised where your question was leading.
“I was just going to suggest a artisan bakery I know of in Japan, you guys work so hard and their cream cakes are the best treat after a long day of work.”
“Well, we really don’t say no to food recommendations. Text me the name and I’ll be sure to have a look.” He said and winked.
Your heart stopped, but you hoped he couldn’t tell.
“My numbers in the email I sent you, any serious issues though if you can’t get a hold of me or my manager, here. call my omoni.” He said taking out a plastic card from his backpocket and handing you it. It had his mothers name and phone.
“Of course, don’t worry about RapMon too- I’m training to be a vet so I should be able to spot if anything really goes wrong.” You assured him.
“Great, I’ll see you in a couple of weeks then.” He said before taking up RapMon and making him promise to be good, like a father talking to a child. It was endearing.
“I’ll miss you buddy, be good for Y/N.”
RapMon seemed to whine after he realised his owner was about to leave him, but you enticed him away with some special dog treats and let Namjoon quietly leave.
Shutting the door, you exhaled as you leaned against it.
“Oh my God.” You breathed out, dropping to sit down against the floor.
RapMon had come back with now a inflatable dog bone and was staring at you expectingly. You took a good look at him for the first time. Like his owner, the dog was also striking. His fur was snowy white and his eyes were jet black. He was also pint sized, making him one of the cutest dogs you had ever seen.
“Right buddy, time to play?” You said. Smart dog, he reacted instantly as he jumped up and down and nudged the inflatable bone towards you.
You relaxed your breathing. RapMon’s owner shouldn’t have that much of an effect on you, just because he was one of your favourites from a band you loved. Besides, it wasn’t like this was going to lead to anything. All you had was an infatuation with the character Kim Namjoon assumed, that was all.
A week into dog sitting, and RapMon was the adorable dog you had ever had the pleasure of looking after. He was smart and caught onto all the new tricks you showed him early on, learning them at an extraordinary pace.
He even got you extra paper when you were out hand writing your assignment. You had no idea how he managed to find the cupboard where you kept the spare A4, but the dog was clearly perceptive.
He made friends in the park, but barked at their owners and you scolded him for once. This afternoon you were watching some TV to wind down after a hectic assignment load, with RapMon busying himself with a chew toy in the play den when you decided to turn on Music Bank.
Immediately, as if sensing his owners presence Rap Mon started jumping up and down. Of course he would, BTS were about to perform.
RapMon made his way over to you and nudged your leg, as if to show off that it was his owner on TV. Your eyes were probably deceiving you considering how many hours you had been writing those assignments, but you could have swore Rap Mon jutted out his chest like a proud father.
“I know, that’s him isn’t it?! Do you miss him?” You cooed, taking RapMon on your lap as you both watched his performance. As usual, the dance and vocals were spectacular. Namjoon led the group so well, and you couldn’t help but admire him.
RapMon whined. It was the cutest, but a pang of sadness hit your chest as you realised his whine wasn’t positive. He actually missed Namjoon. After the performance ended, RapMon’s demeanour changed. Instead of his usual playful and curious self, he retreated into the other end of your couch and curled himself up.
He didn’t move for over two hours, it was like he was grieving.
It broke your heart to see him miss his owner so much, your attempts to coo him out to play were also lacking.
Sighing, you decided to do something that you would probably regret and over analyse later on.
Your fingers hovered over the number and contact labelled ‘KN’ because you couldn’t quite put down you had Kim Namjoon’s phone number into your phone just yet, it felt too real.
“Do you want to speak to daddy, RapMon?” You asked, ready to press the video call button. You had no idea if he was in concert, but you saw he was in Japan a few hours ago so you assumed the time was around 12, meaning he would most likely be at his hotel now. The Music Bank show was well ended too, and concerts didn’t drag into midnight.
RapMon barked in approval, finally moving out of his little curled ball and placing himself patiently on your lap, looking at your phone expectingly with doe eyes.
Screw it, you pressed call.
After four rings, the ‘connecting’ sign that appeared on your phone meant he was actually picking up.
“Y/N! How are you?” The voice and face on the other end came in union. Even through a screen it was as velvety as it was in real life. From your observations, you could see he was in a hotel room and leaning against a bed frame. He was also in pyjamas, and from what you could tell with hair sticking to his forehead- freshly showered.
RapMon jumped up and licked the phone screen.
“RapMonnie! Are you being good?”
RapMon licked the screen again, clearly missing his owner.
“We decided to call you after seeing you on Music Bank, RapMon curled up in a little ball after the show ended and didn’t move for over two hours because he missed you.” You explained.
“Ah, RapMon!”. Namjoon yelled, clutching his heart. “You know at home, he’ll sometimes act like he doesn’t need me at all and put on a macho act. This is cute.”
“Did you hear that RapMon, you’re cute. Of course you are.” You said as RapMon nestled himself in your lap and curled up.
“I’m sorry for calling you on such short notice, but he really looked distraught I just had to do something.” You said, trying to make it clear that you hoped you weren’t interrupting anything.
“We’re just having our free time for today, so it was a good time to call. What have you guys been doing this week?” He asked, looking genuinely interested.
So you started to tell Namjoon about your week with RapMon, and to your surprise you drifted into other topics that you were sure he would try and steer clear of- seeing as he didn’t know you like a friend or anything. Yet, here you were- being friendly with Kim Namjoon. The conversation was one of the most natural you had in a while, and after you got over your initial anxiety of actually talking to an idol, you berated yourself for not thinking about how Namjoon really was someone you could talk to like any other person you were interested in.
There was nothing to fear.
“It’s 2am! Namjoon, you should really be asleep now.” You said noticing the time after your 2am alarm to check on RapMon sounded. Ramon had drifted off to sleep by now though.
“Is it? We still haven’t talked about Primo Levi.” He whined, as if sleep didn’t matter to him at all.
“Don’t you have a concert tomorrow?” Whilst you were happy to talk about Primo Levi’s diary (as your conversation had drifted into favourite writers), you didn’t want to be the reason why Namjoon would give a tired performance.
“It’s okay, I haven’t spoken so freely in a long time.” Namjoon said, a wide smile on his face. That sent a tug towards your heart, as the innocence of his deep voice sent shivers down your spine.
“Okay, but this is the last writer I tell you about.” You warned, before talking to Namjoon about Primo Levi’s brilliance.
It was a rarity that you would find someone to talk to a Holocaust survivors diary about at 2.30am in the morning. Yet, here you were. If someone had told you you’d be doing this a few weeks ago, you would have laughed in their face and told them to take a hike.
Namjoon began dosing off soon enough though. Slyly, you pried him away from the phone and giggled internally at the realisation RapMon and his owner were alike in some ways. Once comfortable, they both shared their world with you. Namjoon clearly didn’t mind to be half asleep talking to you.
“Sweet dreams Namjoon.” You said gently, and he murmured something intelligible himself before you pressed the little red button on your phone that ended the call.
Safe to say, sleep didn’t come as easy to you that night as it did to Namjoon.
Four weeks had passed by quicker than you had thought. RapMon went back to his usual happy-go-lucky self after talking to his owner a few weeks ago, and you made a habit to avoid putting on music shows when RapMon was around just in case he would become sad again. From your SNS updates though, BTS were on fire with their tours and interviews: the last thing you wanted to do was interrupt Namjoon when he clearly was so busy touring.
Today was the day that RapMon was supposed to leave you, as BTS’ South East Asia tour had wrapped up and they were ‘free’ or much more free than usual for the summer.
“Are you going to miss me RapMonnie?” You asked RapMon, who was happily waggling his tail finishing off the last of his meal from the dogbowl. You had just finished fixing a bowl of cereal yourself and watched RapMon devour the contents of the bowl from your sofa.
RapMon continued licking the bowl, much more interested in the sauce of his meatball meal than anything.
You laughed, and then watched the little intelligent creature make his way over to the treat drawer in the play den for some doggy biscuits. Smart kid, he figured out where you hid them.
“Fine, but only because you’re a genius!” You said, letting him take a few. You didn’t want Namjoon to think you couldn’t disciple RapMon and come back to a really unruly pet.
The doorbell rang. Namjoon was here.
“He’s here RapMonnie!” You said, and RapMon jumped all the way up into your arms.
“Come on, let’s go answer the door.”
RapMon in your arms in tow, you opened the door to see an attractive Namjoon leaning against the door frame, dressed in fashionable chinos and blue shirt tucked in.
He smiled widely.
“RapMonnie!” The dog jumped into his owners arms from yours and frantically licked his face in excitement.
What the cutest thing was next was that RapMonnie flicked his large beady doe eyes between you and Namjoon, confused as to whose arms to go into next now that he had jumped into his owners. It was like a child picking their favourite parent.
“RapMon, are you so quick to leave me already?” Namjoon asked in shock, and RapMon looked like a sense of guilt passed over him as he stayed still in his owners arms looking down.
You both laughed.
“Come on in, unlesss…you have somewhere to be?” You said, hesitating as you realised he’s just here to pick up RapMon from your place.
“No, no, I’ve just finished a world our. You couldn’t get me to be somewhere if you paid me.” Namjoon joked, stepping in.
“Tea, coffee, juice?” You asked again, expressing hospitality.
“Coffee would be great, actually. Only if you have a cup.” He said, making his way into your living room.
“Make yourself at home!” You called out from the kitchen, preparing two cups of steaming coffee.
After bringing the cups back again, a sense of deja vu hit you and you reminded yourself this was the same situation you were in a month ago when you had met Namjoon. A month in, and you were comfortable with his presence. It was like it didn’t faze you as much that he was apart of your favourite band.
Inside you were dying to ask about the other members, but resisted.
“I, uh got you something to.” He said after you sat down and handed him the mug of coffee.
You eyes landed on the cute shiny bag he had brought inside with him, and a blush crept up your cheeks.
“You really, really didn’t have to get me anything Namjoon!’ You stressed, considering your bank had been deposited with a lot of money the other day for taking care of RapMon.
“You’ve been taking care of RapMon so well, usually we have to put him through a couple of sitters when I’m on tour because so many can’t handle him.”
“So please, take it as a token of thanks. It’s really not that much too.” Namjoon stressed, making you feel guilty about not taking it from him.
Hesitantly, you did and took out the contents from the bag.
Oh, wow. You thought.
This was really thoughtful. Cute and thoughtful too, they were cream cakes from the bakery you had eventually texted him to visit.
“Jimin and Jungkook couldn’t stop once we went in on a little break, I had to pick some up to you on the way back seeing as you introduced me. I hope you like cho-“ You cut him off by embracing your arms around him. Of course it wasn’t romantic, more of a friendly pat hug but a good hug nonetheless.
“I always crave these! I’m a student so it’s not like I can go to Japan all the time, so thank you so much!” You expressed your thank you well.
Namjoon looked flustered, and you wondered if you had embraced him for too long.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have hugged you like that!” You yelled, apologising since…it wasn’t like you were friends with him or anything. Or so you thought.
“I love appreciation, I’m not going to turn those down. Friends right?” Namjoon winked, and you felt your heart skip a beat.
You gulped internally.
“Friends.” You said meeker, not quite adjusting to how Kim Namjoon thought you were now friends.
Namjoon, RapMon and you had an afternoon tea of sorts with cream cakes and coffee. You talked more about writers, and you introduced him to your collection. Conversation flowed easily with him, and you loosened up with every minute of talking to him. He seemed to as well.
Safe to say, you had made a new friend with the unlikeliest of people.
“Ah, I’ve suddenly just had some inspiration for a song. I really don’t want to leave you but I can’t focus if this doesn’t get put out.” Namjoon said watching you, distracting you from playing with RapMon.
You understood, he needed space to pour his thoughts out.
“It’s okay, go.” You said, encouraging him with a smile.
“I’m sorry, I feel bad when I said I’d stay for dinner too.” Namjoon looked at you apologetically.
“You’re a writer, inspiration hits you in an instant. I know you need to get it out. It’s kind of like when I have a theory writing my papers. I have to get it out.”You explained.
“It’s like a block.” Namjoon added.
You were planning on saying those words next.
“Absolutely. Go, Namjoon.” You pushed.
“Here, you can’t cook right? Take some of this pasta.” You said, quickly getting a spare container and loading out some pasta that you had made earlier on in the day. You knew he couldn’t cook being a fan, but also he let it slip today whilst you were both having coffee.
“Is this carbonara? It’s mine and Yoongi’s ’s favourite. We’ll eat well. Thank you.” Namjoon said, as you passed the large container tightening the lid.
“Share some with the others.” You also added.
“Of course. What kind of leader would i be, keeping all of this delicious stuff to myself?” He teased. “I’ll call you in a few days about RapMon I guess.” Namjoon said, but you had a feeling he’d be calling you a lot from now on.
You walked him out to the front door with a now sleeping RapMon in tow who said a silent goodbye to. Namjoon took a good look at you, causing you to raise your eyebrows in question.
“These locks work right?” He asked out of the blue.
“Yep. A little shaky, but I doubt anything bad will happen.” You re-assured. This was odd, he sounded very concerned for a new friend.
“Just checking.” He said after a pause.
“See you soon.” Namjoon said.
“Bye.” You said, tucking a hand behind your ear and waving him out. As soon as he was out of sight, you shut the door and did what exactly you did a month ago when Namjoon walked in to your life.
You sunk down onto the floor.
Your new friend just checked if your locks were working, which was boyfriend material.
You sighed. Everything about him screamed your type.
Your heart rate accelerated. No, he wouldn’t even think of you like that. You thought you should be pleased he would even consider you as a friend. You thought an association to someone you admired was enough- but to actually find out you guys got along really, really well? That was just out of the blue.
You knew there was always something special about him, but then what fan didn’t?
You were going to have an interesting time living across the street from him, and you would need to stock up on coffee. Meetings with Namjoon left you restless after he left.
AN: This is going to be a cute story, with just angst to drive the plot (nothing so heavy but also I love angst so there’ll be some, just not the overload I usually put in my stories). Also, it’s going to be 3 parts max.
The Other Prince + A CS Modern Royal AU [Chapter 1]
Modern Royalty AU: HRH Prince Killian has grown up in the shadow of the crown while enduring tragedy and the burdens of being the spare to the heir. With a desire to escape his past, he agrees to play host to the visiting general’s daughter in exchange for an eventual life outside royal bounds. Moving on is never that easy though and he quickly learns that being the ‘other’ prince is even more difficult when you find yourself falling for the girl everyone wants your brother to marry.
Alright, here we are! I’m so excited to be FINALLY writing this story and I wanted to have a few chapters written in advance so I wouldn’t have to wait ages to update (I’ll be shooting for weekly updates, god willing). Keep in mind that this is a modern royal AU that’s got a Prince Harry type version of Killian (who I’m kind of in love with already) and there’s going to be a lot of feels/angst ahead. There will be some M-rated stuff eventually, but it’s a long ways off so I’ll post a warning before those chapters. Thank you all for being patient and lovely :) enjoy! XOXO
“You’ve truly outdone yourself this time, little brother,” Liam grumbled, a soft curse under his breath before throwing a sideways glare. “Above and bloody beyond.”
A roll of his tired eyes before lowering his sunglasses was the only response Killian could muster at an early hour like this on a Saturday. Aside from the harsh sunlight battling the tinted windows of the black SUV, the hazy state of his brain had certainly left him in no mood for a lecture or an honor inspired chat - especially one that was clearly about to be riddled with rather specific vocabulary and those well known accusations he truly couldn’t care less about.
Well, at least that’s how he was planning on stubbornly playing this.
“Been fighting cameras and reporters all morning,” Liam continued, silencing his cellphone as the vehicle rounded the corner of a palace surface road. “It’s an absolute royal mess, Killian.”
There it was - irony intended or not. It was that single word he’d been smacked with a thousand times over.
Royal. Royal, royal, royal.
The term had labeled him - well, them - for as far back as his recollection stretched, but even after a few decades of being wrapped up in that title, Killian still found himself a little uncertain on how such a word was defined. It wasn’t easy to fend off his amusement at his brother’s unnoticed pun, but Killian leaned back against the leather seat and considered the approaching speech he’d heard so many times over the course of his privileged life. Talk about a king complex, he thought as he watched Liam type out some sort of message with very obvious irritation.
Shhh just hear me out ok. buckle up your seatbelts and let’s talk about this doofus of a boy who doesn’t know that he likes boys.
Derek doesn’t know what it is about William that makes him enjoy being around him, even if they drive each other crazy.
William doesn’t know why this boy won’t just let him live his life and keep his pretty face to himself. It goes to show you that the one boy who William develops a crush on ends up being straight as hell.
But there’s just something about him that gives Dex hope.
Maybe it’s the way Nursey brings him coffee every Thursday morning before they go to English 111.
Or the way Nursey cant help but smile every time Dex walks into the room
Or how about whenever Dex gets tired and really just wants to listen and not talk, Nursey will gush for hours about this novel he is reading.
Dex loved spending time with Nursey and hell he’d fallen in love head over heels for this boy, but he kept reminding himself that Nursey was straight.
Nursey didn’t know why being around Dex was so easy.
He memorized Dex’s coffee preference (cinnabon creamer and two Splendas) and brought it to him every Thursday.
He didn’t know why when Dex talked to him, his cheeks started to warm up or his hands would get sweaty.
Nursey had no idea why longed to touch his fiery red hair and stroke it until Dex fell asleep in his lap.
The only other person he felt this way about was Maggie…who he ended up dating for a year.
Nursey suddenly freezes and all external noise just stops
He likes? Dex? What? HOw can this be? he had only liked girls or found girls pretty before. Like sure he’d seen pictures of like Chris Evans abs and been like wow id like to like a shot of vodka off him, but who wouldn’t right, Shitty?
Shitty: Chris Evans is a beaut
Lardo: Shitty isn’t the one to talk about normal str8 boy stuff with
Nursey: *hits the blunt faster and harder*
Nursey had to take this all in and process it holy crap what was this.
When he finally came back to reality, he knew what he had to do.
He marched his way across campus to the Haus where Dex was busy trying to get Betsy to run again.
He walked in the kitchen and saw Dex with his red baseball cap on backwards and in blue jeans and a tight white shirt with grease stains on it and he could barely breath..
Dex heard him walk in and looked up from where he was working. “Hey Nurse,” he smiled, “how’s it going?”
Nursey walked over to him and planted a sloppy wet kiss on Dex’s chapped lips and prayed to God.
He broke away and Dex was all starry eyed and trying to figure out what happened.
Nursey just nodded, “Yup…im definitely bi.” He turns and starts to walk out of the kitchen.
Before leaving, he throws his head over his shoulder and says, “Dex. Dinner? At 8?”
Dex nodds, “yeah…totally…that would be like…chill.”
“Max, you can’t just pick all the vegetables out,” (Y/N)
scolded, as her brother pulled a ketchup-soaked lettuce leaf from his burger
and dropped it onto the side of his plate, where it fell with a wet splat.
“Wa-watch me,” Max stuttered smugly.
(Y/N) didn’t force the issue. She watched him take a huge
gulp of his milkshake then screw his eyes shut against the brain freeze. In the
soft neon glow of the diner, Max couldn’t be mistaken for anyone else’s
brother, with his (Y/H/C) hair falling in his (Y/E/C) eyes, he was (Y/N). Minus
the criminal record.
Request: Could you do a oneshot where the Avengers (because everyone gets along) are in some huge battle and kind of losing then Peter’s girlfriend, who the Avengers(minus Peter, he knows and is all proud of badass girlfriend) don’t know she has any powers, and she come’s in saves all their asses and is all worried about Peter and checking him for wounds “Babe are you ok? are you sure did they hurt you at all??” she came as soon as she heard there was a battle // Can I request something? Peter is fighting alongside the avengers and calls you for backup because your fire powers could really help out and everyone like ‘who dat?!’ and Peter be like that is my girlfriend. The fight is done and before you leave you go up to him and give him a big kiss before telling him to remember to like I don’t know meet up for a study group later that day and you leave after fangirling a bit
A/N: Combined both of these because they really suited together. This is like my 10th request right now, but I just got so excited and inspired that I couldn’t write anything else. Hope you enjoy x
Peter looked around the café -tables pushed against the walls, chairs being thrown against the windows. He didn’t know what to do. Tony had told the whole team there was a new villain in the city, and that it wouldn’t take them long to capture him, but they needed to go together because he had powers. Peter had thought he was insane, but now, looking at the mess around him, he knew Tony had been right. Tony was lying on the ground, his suit frozen. Natasha was stuck to the wall, covered by an ice shell. Steve was trying to hit the villain with his shield, trying not to get hit with the ice the man’s hands was throwing. Vision was in Europe trying to find Bruce, Wanda had been knocked out by a huge piece of ice, and Clint had been trying to hit the man with his arrows before realising that it was not working, getting then stuck to the wall as Natasha. Peter didn’t know what to do. He knew he couldn’t stop that man on his own. He was used to fighting robbers, maybe sometimes a villain, but none of them had ever controlled ice. He took his phone out of his suit pocket and quickly dialed [Y/N], anxiously waiting for her to pick up. ‘’I’m on my way’’ he heard as soon as she picked up the phone. ‘’What?’’ Peter asked, confused. ‘’I’m a block away’’ she told him. ‘’Entertain him until I arrive.’’ She ended the call right after that, and Peter stood there for a second before realising he had to do something. He started to throw webs at the man, knowing it was no use, but trying to get him to pay attention to him so he would leave the rest of the team alone. ‘’What do you think you are doing, Spider-kid?’’ the man asked him. ‘’Do you think you can stop me?’’ Peter looked at the door quickly and smirked, looking back at the man. ‘’I know I can’t,’’ he told him ‘’but she can.’’ The man quickly turned around, not understanding what Peter meant. Peter hadn’t realized how cold the man had turned the room, everybody from his team shivering, until [Y/N] entered the café, her hands bright red as fire surrounded them, the room instantly turning hot, the ice covering Natasha and Clint slowly melting. ‘’Nobody messes with my boyfriend’’ she softly said before lifting her hands in front of the villain, catching him by surprise, and throwing a big ball of fire towards him. The man fell to the ground, the blue that used to cover his skin slowly disappearing. She run towards Peter, removing his mask and putting her hands on his cheeks to warm him up, his nose red. Peter removed the baseball cap she was wearing, finally seeing her face, her eyes filled with worry. ‘’Hey, babe,’’ Peter said ‘’I’m fine.’’ ‘’Don’t you dare tell me you are fine, Peter Benjamin Parker’’ [Y/N] said. ‘’A few more seconds and you would have had hypothermia. What would you have done if I hadn’t come? One of these days you are gonna die and I will not know how to cope with it’’ she told him, her voice cracking at the end. Peter instantly felt bad about not telling her where he was going, but he hadn’t wanted to worry her. He pressed his hand against her cheek, the heat making him feel better, and looked into her eyes with a loving gaze. ‘’How did you know?’’ he asked her. ‘’I saw it on the news. I only had to walk three blocks to get here’’ she answered, smiling softly. She turned around and saw the rest of the team and decided to go and help them, unfreezing Tony’s suit and the blocks keeping Clint and Natasha against the wall, and warming Wanda up so she would wake up earlier. ‘’Excuse me,’’ Tony said, removing his mask ‘’but who are you, may I ask?’’ ‘’I’m [Y/N]’’ she said, sounding obvious. ‘’I’m Peter’s girlfriend.’’ ‘’Underoos’ what?’’ he asked, looking confused. Peter scratched his neck, [Y/N]’s hand now on his arm, still warming him up, his cheeks now red. ‘’I-uh… Surprise?’’ Peter said. Everyone looked at him and at the strange girl that had showed up with fire on her hands and saved everybody, not really understanding what was going on. ‘’I have to go’’ she told Peter. ‘’I have a History project to finish. We have a study date tomorrow at 11, don’t forget’’ she said before kissing him softly and quickly leaving the ruined café before waving goodbye at everyone. ‘’So…’’ Peter started as everybody’s gaze directed towards him, his cheeks and ears red. ‘’Are we having dinner together at the Tower tonight?’’