The smell of grilled chicken and vegetables fill the apartment as you finish mixing together the japchae you've made for dinner. It was a typical Tuesday at work for you, and so far it actually seems like Jeffrey's completely forgotten that drunken conversation from Friday.

Namjoon hasn't been able to come home for the last two nights due to work. Once you had finished unpacking Sunday he was called to the studio and you've hardly heard from him since. He was able to call you for five minutes Monday afternoon to let you know he was alive and wouldn't make it back again that night.

You'd received a message today around noon saying he may or may not be back tonight, so you made two servings of japchae just in case. You could always take the rest for lunch tomorrow if he doesn't show up.

After plating your dinner you sit down at the kitchen table, scrolling through social media. You aren't much of an Instagram user, but lately you've been checking it every day in hopes of catching a BTS post. Even though he's fucking your best friend, you still get excited when you see user j.m make an appearance on your feed.

You're about to take your first bite of japchae when you hear the code being entered into the front keypad, unlocking the door. A big, beefy, weary Namjoon trudges through the door with his two backpacks — one for his music writing and one for miscellaneous overnight items.

He stops himself in the entryway when he sees you sitting at the table, chopsticks halfway up to your face. You think he's going to say something but instead he just stands there looking at you with an unreadable expression.

"Have you eaten?" you ask, setting your chopsticks back down.

"N-no..." he murmurs.

You stand up and walk past him into the kitchen as you begin making another plate, Namjoon remaining silent as he watches.

"What're you doing, weirdo?" you ask, opening the drawer to grab another pair of chopsticks. "I know I'm pretty but stop staring. Go put your stuff down, I made some for you too."

He blinks a couple times before turning back towards his room to drop his bags. You set his plate down and head for the fridge, opening the doors to scan the options.

"What do you want to drink?" you shout, thinking he's still in his room.

"Sparkling water is fine," he says from behind you, scaring the shit out of you and making you jump.

"Jesus," you exhale, hand over your chest. "How does someone so massive move around so quietly?"

"Sorry..." he mumbles, avoiding your eyes.

Your brows furrow in confusion. "Are you okay? Do you not want to eat?"

He looks back at you with giant puppy dog eyes, confusing you even more. He looks fatigued but also worried about something, like he's unsure of how to bring it up.

You hand him the bottle and sit back down in front of your dinner. "Come eat, and we can talk about whatever's on your mind. I won't know what's wrong if you don't tell me."

He obediently sits down at the table, resting his elbows on the edge, slowly shifting his eyes between you and the food. You decide not to worry about his behavior and eat your dinner, waiting for him to talk whenever he's ready.

"You're not mad at me?" he finally asks, looking down at his food, arms on either side of his plate.

"I..." you pause, confused. "What? Why would I be mad at you?"

He purses his lips together before speaking. "I couldn't contact you much and didn't come back for two days."

You blink at him, remembering a very similar conversation you've already had with him about the subject. He nibbles on his lower lip and taps his foot up and down nervously, waiting for your reply.

Someone really fucked you up, huh?

Setting your chopsticks down you place a hand on his knee, stopping him from bouncing his leg. "I'm not mad at you, Joon," you say softly. "I wasn't mad last time, I'm not mad this time, and I won't be mad the next time."

His gaze finally meets yours and you realize the unreadable expression and puppy dog eyes were guilt. Your stomach drops a little as you see the sadness and fear behind his eyes. He's scared of you hating him. Knowing someone hurt him this deeply makes your body tense in anger, but you suppress it, knowing what he needs right now is reassurance.

You lean forward and gently cup the back of his neck, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. "I did miss you though," you smile. "Thanks for coming home to me."

His eyes slowly shift from worried to soft as he stares at you in awe. You lean back to your upright position and take another bite of japchae.

"Now eat before it gets cold," you say, pointing your chopsticks to his plate. "I didn't make this for you to stare at it. Then afterwards I want to cuddle. You're not allowed to say no."

A smile dances across his face. "Have I ever said no to cuddling with you before?"

"Nope," you smirk. "And we're going to keep it that way."

Namjoon refused to let you do the dishes, telling you to go shower first. About an hour later you're both showered and nestled onto the couch, watching the third murder documentary you've forced him to watch with you.

You're in your usual couch cuddling position, Namjoon on the inner part of the L couch while you're cuddled up against his side with his arm around your shoulder. You face him slightly as your head rests on his shoulder and knees are bent laying against his thigh. A fuzzy blanket wraps the two of you up like caterpillars.

"What are you doing tomorrow night?" Namjoon asks, resting his cheek against the top of your head.

"I was planning on getting dinner with Nanami but she bailed on me already, so probably nothing," you answer, eyes still focused on the tv. "Why?"

"There's this banquet I have to attend..." he trails off, not finishing his sentence.

"No worries, I'll make Boram or someone eat with me," you say blankly, still immersed in the documentary.

"No, um.." Namjoon pauses, lifting his face from your head. "I'm asking if you'll go with me."

You lift up off his body to face him. "Wait, really? Like you'd bring me as your date?"

"Yeah," he smiles shyly.

"It's not like one of Jennie's parties right?" you frown. "I don't want to go and be alone."

"No," he shakes his head, "it's entirely different. This is a highly private event for our shareholders and board members. You'd be next to me the entire time."

"Oh god that sounds important," you say to him.

He nods. "But if you're not comfortable with it I under-"

"Of course I'll go," you smile.

He looks into your eyes longingly, reaching his hand up to cup your cheek, lightly rubbing his thumb over your skin. He looks down at your lips, giving you butterflies all over again. You lean in as he pulls you closer, gently pressing your lips against his.

He leans his head back slightly, parting his mouth from yours. "Thank you for making dinner." He connects your lips with his before pulling back again. "Thank you for waiting for me."

You tilt further into his kiss, desperate for more of his touch. The way his lips feel against yours makes your mouth tingle, your tongue aching to taste him better.

His hand trails all the way from your cheek, down your arm and to your thigh, leaving a path of goosebumps where he touched. You gasp as he grabs your thigh and swings it over his body in one swift motion, putting you into a straddling position. Your thighs sink against his hips, your ass resting right on his lap. He's hardly touched you yet and you can already feel how soaked your panties are.

His mouth crashes onto yours as his hands slip under the hem of your shirt and grab your hips, pushing you further into him. Your lips part as you whimper against him, giving his tongue the access into your mouth he's been craving.

The taste of him fills your veins with ecstasy as you glide your tongue across his lower lip, gently tugging it between your teeth. His hand slowly slides up your back to cradle your neck, pressing your lips harder into his, letting him explore the depths of your mouth. He growls into your mouth as you grip his hair.

As you pull back for air you shift your weight to your knees, moving your hips higher up his lap. The both of you moan as your heat brushes against his length, your wetness beginning to pool as you realize he's just as turned on as you are.

Your hands grip the back of the couch on either side of his head as you begin to grind against him, letting out another whimper as he grabs your ass.

"Fuck, baby," he groans into your neck,"you feel amazing against me."

"J-Joon-fuck, I want-"

Ding Dong

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Ding Dong Ding Dong

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Ding Dong Ding Dong Ding Dong Ding Dong-

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Namjoon growls, throwing his head back against the cushion. "Whoever that is, I'm killing them."

"Don't worry you won't have to," you say with a tight smile. "I'll kill them first."

You peel yourself off the muscled hunk underneath you, forcing your body off the couch and over to the door. Namjoon said he would get the door but you recommended he didn't due to his... current state. You glance at the monitor and only need 0.2 seconds to recognize the most annoying fluffy hair in the world. You grab the handle and angrily yank the door open.

"Taehyung what the fuck do you wa-"

Your voice gets caught in your throat as you see his tear stained face, eyes bloodshot from crying.

"[Y/N]," he sniffs, "is Namjoon-hyung home?"

"He is," you say softly, taking his hand to pull him through the door.

"V?" Namjoon asks, getting up off the couch. "What's wrong? What happened?"

"I messed up," he mumbles, tears starting to flow from his eyes again.

"Hey," Namjoon says, pulling Taehyung into a hug. "Whatever it is, we'll figure it out, okay? Don't cry."

Taehyung starts sobbing into Namjoon's shoulder, gripping his shirt so hard his knuckles are white.

"I'm going to head to bed to give you guys some privacy," you smile. "Take your time."

He nods and starts leading V towards the couch to calm him down.

You close the door to Namjoon's room and lean back against it, sliding down to the floor.

This can't be fucking real. I almost had him. I was finally about to end my celibacy and then...

You shake your head, getting rid of your unnecessary thoughts.

No, Taehyung is hurt. I'm glad he's able to come to Namjoon in an emergency like this.

You sigh and pick yourself up off the floor, finishing up your nightly routine and changing into a fresh pair of underwear. You're frustrated and horny but you're more heartbroken about seeing V's face like that. As both a friend and a fan, it's devastating to see one of them cry like that.

By the time Namjoon finally makes it into the bedroom, you're fast asleep.

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3 posts in one day bc I love Army and I love BTS

GODDAMMIT TAEHYUNG

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