Rap Monster Reaction To You Confessing While Drunk [Angst, Smut and Fluff Versions!]
Kim Namjoon; your favourite name, and favourite words. The most intelligent, handsome, kind guy you’ve ever met… yeah, it feels pathetic, but those qualities combined are just something quite rare to come by, and when you fell, you fell hard because there is so much to love about the guy.
The main problem with the idea of confessing was just that you end up stuttering half the time you converse with him as it is, so you know the words would come out all wrong, or you’d back down and end your main sentence differently.
“Namjoon-ah… There’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you for a long time… Would you……
……mind telling me where the toilet is?”
‘Yeah, that’d be real smooth y/n’, you think to yourself.
Conclusively, from the emotion combined with your anxiety about the whole situation, there was only one thing for it; get drunk to become more open and relaxed about it.
So here you were, sat round the back of a packed out club outside at a table with Namjoon and it all comes pouring out - “Namjoon-ah… why do you have to be so smart and so good looking and so kind and so funny and… Ah, I’m pathetic, I’m sorry, it’s just that I’m fed up of pretending everyday…”
“You know… hiding the fact that I really like you… and not ‘like’ in just a platonic way, no! ‘Like’ as in… well, ‘love’… God help me…” you whine, basically face-palming yourself at your own being right now.
Namjoon hates to see you like this, especially when there’s nothing he can do to make you feel better. He can’t just pretend to feel the same way about you; he’s just not in love with you. He feels awful doing this, but he knows that he’s going to have to hurt you to make you fall out of love with him. There’s silence between you to for a couple of moments before he can muster the courage and energy to do this.
“Don’t do this to me y/n…”
“Wow, is that all you can say??”
“Well, yeah; I can’t have a girl confessing to me when I’m on a night out to get laid…” It feels so wrong and out of character for him to have to say this, but he thinks this is the right thing to do.
“What the hell Namjoon?!” you exclaim, shocked at this response to your confession. “You’re really one of those guys then all along, huh? Just after one thing?”
“Well at least tonight I am… We all have needs, just drop it yeah?”
So you guess you have to just drop it.
Aish, King Namdoom on the heart
You weren’t going to be spoken to in this manner, so no, you decide you’re not going to drop it. You’re too inebriated to make smart decisions, and all you want is Namjoon, in whatever form that may be.
“No, I’m not gonna drop it… And if you’re looking for one thing, then why keep eyeing up that bimbo over there when there’s a girl right here next to you??…”
“Y/n, you’re not thinking straight; you literally just said you had feelings for me. Feelings and one time things don’t mix, end of.”
Carelessly, you just draw into him and plant a desperate kiss to his lips, and at first, you don’t get much of a response. That is until he registers the warmth of your hand to his face and the feeling he gets from this… If he has to hurt you to let you down, then perhaps there’s no harm in doing this; he could always let you down in the morning, leaving you to think he’s a user that you don’t need to be wasting your emotion on.
And so God help him if he doesn’t make the most of this chance.
Fortunately, there’s a great amount of people also out here, most probably not even acknowledging either yours or Namjoon’s existence.
He draws in closer to keep your lips pressed together, and under the table, runs a hand along your thigh, causing you to whimper into his mouth at the sudden contact. His hands are large against your delicate thigh and so warm in contrast to the slight breeze that’s been brushing against your skin, and you know this isn’t going to be enough if you want to remain discrete to the unknowing people around you, but you let it happen for now.
Tonight was a good time for a dress you figure as he slides his hand under your panties and trails a finger where you need him most, and already you can feel the pool of wetness for him.
As though Namjoon could read your mind, he ceases to touch you under the table and instead leads you to a less classy, but more private place, and next thing you know, you’re touching each other in one of the cubicles.
His back pressed up against the wall, you get him to find and reach his high with just your hand, and it’s the hottest hand-job he’s ever received; heavy breathing, moans that he knows he needs to hold back… [I’ve linked audio, HEADPHONES] and he won’t stop calling you baby… God, he wishes he could feel more than just this kind of attraction to you as you give him the best orgasm of his life…
But even the drink can’t fool his feelings emotionally.
Ugh I think he’s become my bias wrecker again help
As you lean into his shoulder, seemingly asking for God to help you, Namjoon turns into a complete dork as he registers your words. He can’t quite believe his ears, in fact.
With a huge grin on his face, he tries to play it cool and snap out of it, ducking his head down to try and catch a glimpse of your face.
“Y/n… are you okay?… Do you know what you’re saying?” he asks, just to be certain he has heard you correctly.
You peak up in shame to try and read his face through the small gap of your fingers that you’ve allowed your eyes to see through, and you think you can see a smile. Unable to tell in your drunken state whether this smile comes from grinning or a laugh, you have to remove your hands from your face and face the humiliation.
“Y/n, look at me… Be honest with me about this; that’s all I ask” he tells you, just needing to know the truth.
“Fine…” you begin. “I’ve been having a hard time bringing myself to confess so I waited til I got in this state so I brush it off as a joke if you rejected me… Which you probably will, so…”
“Okay, stop being so sure about the idea of me rejecting you and be more sure about yourself… You’re good-hearted, you have a great sense of humour, heck, you even like the things I can like and can sustain intelligible conversation… and… you’re beautiful inside and out… Don’t you ever think that a guy in the right mind would reject you…” he discontinues to talk, as do you.
He gently cups a hand to your blushing cheek and takes a good look into your eyes. They’re a little dis-focused from the drinking, but nonetheless, your eyes are so beautiful to him and you still manage to look radiant under the night light. He presses his forehead against yours and the warmth radiates between you both literally and figuratively.
“I’m in love with you, y/n” he tells you, breaking the silence before the two of you share your first kiss.
Figuring the two of you are on the same page, you continue to drink together, chatting and dancing the night away, not leaving the club until closing time, causing all sorts of mischief both on your way out of the club [as you slightly backchat the bouncers who request that you leave] and on your way… home? Well, who knows where you’re going as you both wobble down the street together, kissing between stumbles and hugging to keep each other’s balance.
You both holler down the street, doing silly little harmless things like balancing a traffic cone on the head of that one statue in the town center and knocking on windows to say hello.
Giggling like children, the two of you decide to take a shortcut to Namjoon’s house, finally recognizing the area you’re in. Stumbling as you go round the corner leading to an alleyway, you somehow find yourself being pressed up against the brick wall with him hovering over you, which you guess is a happy coincidence.
The dim lighting manages to give Namjoon a good view of your face as he rests a palm onto the wall at your head level, and he whispers appreciatively – “Wow, you’re perfect.”
“You’re not so bad yourself” you murmur with a suggestive hum.
“We really should have done this earlier… tonight has been the most fun I’ve had in ages, baby…”
“Pet names already, huh?” you comment with a small drunken giggle.
“Do you not wanna be my baby girl?”
“I should have known it… Such a dom…” you puff in amusement, to which he smirks.
“Only for you, baby…” he replies, moving his face closer to yours.
“Yeah right… you’re gonna try to be a dom, but I just know that when I ride you, you’re gonna go crazy…”
and the sex talk goes on for a solid few more minutes before the two of you realize you’ve gotten yourselves so worked up that you just have to continue your journey to get home.
Usually, people would be whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears, but with you and Namjoon, it’s a kind of education; already, you’re learning a little about each other’s likes and dislikes in the bedroom.
Opening his house door with desperation, you don’t even reach the bedroom to fuck, finding yourselves collapsing on the floor after simply fucking against the wall, and eventually the sofa. It shouldn’t be comfortable lying on the floor like this, but somehow, it’s also the most comfortable feeling ever because you’re in his arms.
Waking up the next morning, you find yourself confused, not in the same place you fell asleep at. You’re cosy between bed sheets, and you figure Namjoon must have woken up through your sleep to take you both to bed. You smile as you feel his arms wrap around you.
“Mmm… morning beautiful…” he greets.
“Morning…” you reply. “Last night was pretty insane, from what I can remember…”
“Well, I hope you remember most of it… Let’s spend some time together today, okay?”