⁞ '✎ A reader insert story that portrays BTS members as classic love tropes in fanfiction writing.
: ̗̀➛ Namjoon as "best friends to lovers" / "college sweetheart" - COMPLETED
: ̗̀➛ Seokjin as "billionaire" / "secret identity" - COMPLETED
: ̗̀➛ Yoo...
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"My place is so cluttered." Y/n huffs while nearly tripping over a pile of neglected clothes on her bedroom floor.
Namjoon bites back a laugh as he watches her crawl into bed next to him. The two had just come back to her place after enjoying a night out with some friends. Things were easier since overcoming his hesitancy towards a physical relationship. In hindsight, Namjoon had no idea why he was being so hesitant about it in the first place. At first, Namjoon really relied on y/n taking the lead. It wasn't that he was uninterested in her, but rather allowing y/n the capacity to establish boundaries within exploring a physical relationship.
"Maybe use one of your days off to actually organize your space." He teases as y/n snuggles closer to his frame.
Y/n scoffs. "That's unlikely." She mutters while Namjoon absently trails a hand up and down her arm.
He hears her sigh in content as warmth envelops him. He liked nights like this, where the two could lay together, unbothered by the outside world. Time stretched in a leisurely way whenever they were together like this. The comfortable silence they could share together was something he had never experienced with someone before. He would worry that if they'd take offense to his quietness, but with y/n, she seemed to be just as at ease as he was about it. It was rare to find someone who was content to sit in silence with, to not have to fill the space with idle conversation.
Namjoon especially enjoyed waking up to y/n. As friends, he never had that privilege. But to see a peaceful y/n, with hair sprawled across the pillow, snoring softly while stirring under the blanket, the image had filled him with warmth. He swears he could lay beside her for hours.
Before meeting y/n, Namjoon had been leading a methodical life. He'd go to school, meet up with friends, and head home. It was structured and routine. But then he met y/n and it was like a gentle storm, tipping him off his axis. She brought forth waves of emotions that kicked his routines to the curb. He found himself searching for ways to see her even before he realized he wanted more than friendship. In hindsight, he doesn't know why he hadn't realized this sooner.
"What's on your mind?" Y/n asks, breaking through his thoughts.
"You." He replies without a beat, earning a shy blush to bloom on her cheeks.
That's the look that I'd die for. Namjoon thinks to himself.
"You're a cheese ball." Y/n murmurs, turning her head into his chest to hide her face.
"But I'm your cheese ball." Namjoon teases. Y/n giggles out a "shut up" before the two devolve into quiet laughter.
Days melted into months as time flew by Namjoon in a hurry. It was coming up on Namjoon and y/n's anniversary and Namjoon was searching for the perfect gift for her. He wanted to give her something that she hadn't received from him before, something that expressed everything he felt towards her.
