Waste It On Me ( BTS Namjoon x Reader)

Part 6 - Chapter 7

“Your hair is all messy” Jimin grins cheekily at you as you perch down on the arm of the sofa.
You reach up instinctively to smooth it down, realising it is already fine, “got’cha” he laughs, “you had fun?” he raises an eyebrow.
“whats going on?” you avoid his question – as soon as you’d entered the apartment, Joon had disappeared into JK’s room.

On the short car-ride back across Seoul, Namjoon had made several phone calls, confirming that as many copies of the live stream had been removed from online as possible – you skimmed through a few social media accounts, your heart breaking for ARMY rushing to support JK in all the confusion. A wave of relief had hit you that you had managed to keep your whole past with Namjoon a secret from them. Maggie wasn’t replying to anyones messages.

“he’s an idiot” Tae yawns, rolling over on the couch and burying his face further into the pillow on Jimin’s lap. You watch Jimin stroke V’s hair soothingly, just like you do to Joon when he’s stressed.
“I saw a few clips” you cringe – the live had only been broadcasting for a few minutes until the Management team cut JK off.
“Just FUCK OFF Namjoon” the sound of JK shouting makes you jump, Tae sits up listening to Jung Kook’s bedroom door open then slam – he appears in the living room, looking twice his normal size, filled with anger.
The door opens again and the rap-line appear from the hallway, “don’t dare speak to him like that” Suga’s voice sounds like a growl.
“and you can fuck off too” this time JK's voice isn’t quite a shout, you turn and realise he is pointing at you.
“what?” you look at him confused, his eyes are glazed with too much alcohol, his face is tearstained.
“its all your faul…” he doesn’t manage to finish his sentence as Namjoon shoves him, JK loses his balance and falls to the floor, looking defeated.
“NEVER speak to her like that” Namjoon shouts, towering over Jung Kook. Jin appears from nowhere and scoops JK from the floor, you cross the small distance to Namjoon and take his hand, the air in the room crackling with too much anger. Everyone looks exhausted and the sun is starting to rise through the living room windows.
“how is this my fault?” you look around at all of the members.
“it isn’t” Namjoon turns to you, pulling your arm around his waist to keep you close.
“sorry” JK hiccups, leaning against the wall where Jin had dragged him to his feet.
“what’s going on?” you look around the room at all of the members again.
“Maggie asked about getting married…” Hoseok sighs, “after you guys left, we were chatting about your wedding…”
You look at Jung Kook, his doe-eyes looking so sad, “I didn’t know what to say” his eyes fill with tears again. You understand without him needing to say anything – he’d hesitated and Maggie had got upset, he loves her, but he’s so young – the exact same argument you’d had with Mark just a few months before Namjoon came back into your life years ago. The ‘make or break’ conversation.
“it’ll be OK” Namjoon reaches a hand out to JK he leans forward to take it, then stumbles into Namjoon’s arms to hug him.
“I’m so sorry…”
“you will be… you interrupted a pretty amazing night away…” Namjoon snarls playfully. JK bubbles out a small chuckle as more tears come.

*****

June 3rd 2021

Inhaling a deep breath, you lift your hand and knock steadily 3 times. Exhaling smoothly to slow your nervous heartbeat as you hear footsteps on the other side of the door.
“Hi?” Yoongi’s mouth is a flat line, his eyes looking confused – his hair is fluffy and he is wearing a baggy Fila tracksuit and bare feet. He steps back, letting you step into his apartment.
“sorry to come over without asking” you cant help but sweep your eyes all over his immaculate apartment, since moving to Seoul you’ve been here less than 3 times.
“everything OK?” he carries on looking at you as he crosses the room and clicks on the kettle.
“yeah fine” you smile, feeling your stomach knot with nerves again, switching to Korean, you carry on, “I wanted to talk to you about the wedding”
“hmm” he hums without looking up from the mugs.
“about… if you’re bringing anyone…” you open your mouth to carry on chattering – wanting to explain to him that its fine if he doesn’t, and you don’t want him to feel pressured.
“OK” he nods, not meeting your eye.
“OK – you’re bringing someone?” you stare at his face – totally unreadable.
“OK – you wanted to talk about it”
“OK” you nod – standing here talking to him makes you wonder for the 100th time how his personality fits into the group so well – you couldn’t imagine the members without him, but he’s so different.
“I’m looking forward to it” he nods, still monotone – he finally looks up, turning to you holding two boxes of flavoured tea – a silent question about which one you’d prefer – you point to his right hand, “I’ve lived with Namjoon for a long time… and for most of it, he’s been talking about marrying you” he gives a small smile, still not looking up as he passes you a mug.
You sit at his dining table.
“I cant wait” you smile, “I’ve known he’s 'the one' for longer than I’ve actually known… if that makes sense?”
“yes” he nods wisely, “you really love each other” Yoongi’s mouth is still a serious line, it seems an odd thing to say, but coming from him, it means something else.
“we do” you sigh.
“when you guys got together, and you moved here, and we could see it every day – it changed a lot” he finally looks up into your eyes.
“what do you mean?” his sudden eye contact makes the conversation feel more serious.
“the seven of us have lived a very different life – having relationships and knowing what’s real is really difficult when you’re… famous” he says the last word with a tinge of distaste, “but seeing you and Namjoon… we all know what to aspire to”
Your chest feels like it expands to the point of pain at his words, you will your eyes not to prick with tears.
“Jennie and Jin have been together so long, and they are perfect for each other – but… you know… Jennie’s the boss, and none of us should take love advice from Jin” he smiles, “Hobi and Sujin messed around for years, and now that they can see what you guys have, they are really happy… even JK knows what he wants” he nods again, looking down at his tea, “Jimin and Taehyung obviously don’t hide it anymore…” he trails off.
“and you?” you smile at him.
“and me” he nods again, “its more complicated, but I’m working towards what you and Namjoon have”
You stay silent and take a sip.
“with David” he nods, “he’ll be at your wedding”
You cant help the grin that splits your face, “Yoongi...” you whisper as you stand up, moving around the table and bend to hug him around the shoulders.
“David?” you prompt.
“he’s American, he's a producer I met a while ago… so you wont be the only one with Korean as your second language” he smiles softly.
“I thought your English was improving” you eye him suspiciously.
“he doesn’t live here” Yoongi confirms, “its long distance”
“that can work” you smile – remembering back to how you had built the foundations of your love with Namjoon.

*****

5th June 2021

“you look stunning” Namjoon looks up from his computer as you stand at the door, his eyes widen and drink you in. He stands from his desk chair, stretching tall, looking like he fills the spare room, a strip of his toned stomach visible as he reaches high to roll his shoulders.
“thank you” you smile to him, “I’m nearly ready”
“the next week is going to be crazy busy with the Festa and the rehersals and live shows…” he trails off, you reach a hand forward and he steps to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and bending to inhale into your neck.
“I know, my love” you feel him slump against your body.
“so, we’ll have fun tonight… and in just over a week, we’ll be married” he leans back to look into your face, the look of excitement shining in his eyes makes your stomach flip.
You nod in agreement as he leans to kiss you, his lips moving slowly but his fingers tighten on your hips.
“you need to get ready baby” you pull back, feeling him getting carried away.
“10 minutes?” his bottom lip falls open cutely but his eyes have a cheeky turned-on smirk.
“but I’ll have to do my hair and make up all over again” you complain with a wide grin, already knowing you'll give in.
“but you look even more amazing with messy hair after I’m done” he chuckles, reaching his hands around your back to grip your ass.
“I’ll be on top…” you grin, pushing him lightly, he steps back and falls back onto the bed, “so I wont need to totally re-do my entire outfit”
Namjoon shudders out an exhale as he watches you cross the few paces across the room to stand at the foot of the bed.
He watches you reach under your short dress, pulling off your panties and dropping them to the floor.
His long slender fingers move to his waist, unfastening his own belt buckle without taking his eyes from you. His lips looking good enough to eat. You cant help but inhale as he pushes off his trousers and realise he isn’t wearing his boxers underneath.
“my god, you are so gorgeous” you exhale, climbing onto the bed and helping him pull off his top so that he is laying between your legs, totally naked.
“so are you” he hums, reaching up to push the straps from your dress from your shoulders, the fabric falls forward, bunching around your waist. Namjoon’s eyes spark with lust as he sees that you don’t have a bra on.
Joon tilts up, bringing his face to your chest, brushing one of your nipples with his soft bottom lip, the sensation shoots down your body, firing between your legs.
“keep doing that” you moan, and Joon gives off a soft rumble against your chest, his hand moving between your legs, his thumb moving to feel how wet you are for him.
His lips keep moving over your breast, his warm tongue darting to flick perfectly over you in a gentle rhythm. Namjoon moves his hand, the feeling against your clit quickly replaced by his hardness, guiding himself over you in time with his tongue.
The sensation builds in your stomach, your breathing shallow, Namjoon spurred on as you whisper his name, barely able to finish the second syllable without moaning.
“don’t you dare cum yet baby” Joon groans, his tip sparking waves of desire between your legs, “it’s not fair if you cum and I’m not inside you” his voice is a deep rattle against your chest.
“fuck me then…” you manage to gasp as he slides himself inside you, the change of sensation is too much, you can barely keep your eyes open as you feel his fingers dig into your hips so deeply, you imagine his knuckles going white.
You both move in time, in the perfect rhythm of knowing each other so perfectly – every noise he makes still fills you with as much desire as the first time you’d had sex.
“I’m not gonna last…” he groans, your eyes flutter open to look at his face, his neck bulging as he moves underneath you, his soft lips parted, his eyes looking up at you in wonder.
“me neither” you gasp, gripping your hands firmly over his solid pecs, his heart beating wildly under your palm.
Joon’s chin tilts up as he lets himself go, his Adams apple on full display, his long neck looking so strong and muscular with a sheen of sweat – feeling him pulse inside you, looking at his perfect face tips you over the edge.