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Namjoon: Underground Love

  This was requested by GwenInWonder. 'Namjoon and reader fiction where the girl is a really good underground rapper and when her and namjoon first meet they get on each-others nerves and joke each other then one day he sees a guy hitting on you and you deny him then the guy starts threatening the girl and steps in scaring the guy and then you guys realized you like each other and then bring on the smut with a daddy kink' 

So I know I've been off for a while and I apologize. I did this one the other day and didn't upload it because I thought I was going to finish it, but I didn't. This is a part one to the request because I felt too depressed to finish it and I really shouldn't be writing smut anyways.

Disclaimer: I have nothing against Ravi from Vixx. He will be used in this fanfic as a character that does things that are frowned upon and a little creepy (but not scary kind of creepy). Just because I am using his name as a character, that does not mean it is how I see him as a person. I love Ravi to death and I admire him for all he does, but I am just using him in order to easily build an extra character in this fic.

Reader's P.O.V. (I felt like doing something different today)

The warmth of the spotlight hits my cool skin as the loud roar of the crowd crescendos. The wonderful sound of screams and countess numbers of people fills my ears until the noise is muffled by the sound of my confidence growing as I close my eyes and take in the beautiful noise. I am, however, not on a stage. And my audience is not civilized in the least. They are loud and crazy and ready to see a mad showdown. I am also not the only one in the spotlight. I have to remind myself of this every time I step up to battle. Yes, battle.

"And her opponent!" the announcer yells over the circle of audience. "Rrraaap... Moonsteeeerrr!!" Their shouts grow louder, but I am not phased. I open my eyes to see my smirking opponent. I know that smirk well. That is the smirk of my friendly rival. Namjoon.

"What's the matter, sweetheart? Don't wanna see the overwhelming inevitability of defeat?" he mocks you as his dimples come into view.

"You wish, little boy. Did your mother remember to change you into your big boy pants before you came here? Or does she not know her baby's missing?"

He cackles in return before replying. "Oh baby, my mother knows I can take care of myself. She knows all the naughty things I do at night and she still loves me. In fact, she's the one that told me I should play with big girls—"

"Alright, rappers! Time to start the battle! Are you ready?!" The crowd cheers even louder as Namjoon and I shake hands and wait for the word.

"The winner is... Lady Cypher!" I smile at Namjoon and give him a joking salute. "This is the third win for her against Rap Monster, whereas he is just ahead of her with four wins. Lady Cypher now has a total of seventeen wins and six losses. Rap Mon's stats are fairly similar with twenty one wins and eight losses! Good job, guys!"

"You got lucky this time, sweetheart. The judges are just afraid of being mean to little girls."

"Yeah, I'm sure that would be it if you weren't a baby yourself. Your English may be good for a Korean boy, but your vocabulary is still limited. Besides, aren't I your "noona"? You should be respectful to your noona, baby boy," I tease him with the hint of a cute lilt in my voice. I've learned over time that Namjoon gets flustered when I make fun of him for being younger than me. I've also learned that he blushes whenever I remind him that he should call me his noona.