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commission #3

namjoon x reader, slice of life au

When someone in your close friend circle turns thirty, they become the black sheep. Lucky for Park Jimin - one of your oldest friends since college - he was the last of your little group to reach the milestone. The chilly, rainy month of October brought about a birthday party that you had been anticipating, purely because it gave you a break from your grueling, but rewarding, job as a marriage counselor.

"So, let me get this right - "

You were leaning against the kitchen counter in Taehyung's swanky penthouse apartment, lips wrapped around the rim of a cold, much-needed beer, as he scooped out a few servings of his homemade guac. Taehyung had been dating Jimin for over a year now, and technically, he would be the last of your friends to turn thirty - currently sitting cool at the envious age of twenty-eight. He'd become a good friend of yours in the time he'd been with Jimin, and incidentally, he was now the person you told your secrets to.

" - you're...hiding from your boyfriend?"

"I am not hiding,"

"The second he walked through the door you scurried in here like a little mouse," Taehyung snorted, scraping the sides of the bowl for extra guacamole before popping the spoon into his mouth, "it was like watching Bambi run from the hunter,"

You frowned, tapping the bottle against your bottom lip, "Hey, that's a sad scene, don't make jokes,"

"I'm just saying, you're gonna make things a whole lot more awkward if you don't talk to him," Taehyung's eyes rolled heavenward when he saw the reluctant expression on your face, the guacamole bowl still in his hands as he placed it beside the platter of chips, "It's not even that bad. It's a good thing right? Most women want their boyfriend to - "

"Shh!" You waved frantically as the man in question walked through the door, tall and handsome. Clad in a tight t-shirt and camel-coloured coat, you swallowed hard at the overwhelming lust that rushed through your body, followed sharply by utter mortification, "Baby, hey,"

Namjoon walked over, one brow cocked and a hand tucked into the pocket of his jeans. When he made it to you, he dropped a sweet kiss on your forehead, stepping back as a hush fell over the three of you, and sensing the suffocating atmosphere, Taehyung took the opportunity and grasped it with both hands.

"I've gotta greet the guests," He jerked one thumb over his shoulder, raising his brows as you silently pleaded with him not to leave you alone with your boyfriend, "I'll see you guys later, enjoy the party," Then, he was gone. And it was just you and Namjoon, alone for the first time since last night.

"So,"

Of course, Namjoon was the first to speak, and being that he towered over your height, he failed to see the wince that leaked into your features.

"I didn't see you this morning. Haven't seen you all day, actually," His voice implored you to look at him, and you stepped away, turning to glance up at him once, cowardice getting the best of you when your eyes fell to the drink in your hand. You should have gotten vodka, "Everything okay?"

"Yup!" Your voice was too high, too squeaky. Way too obvious, and you grimaced, inhaling deeply before you swallowed down another hearty glug of your beer. The cold burned your throat a little, but it was nowhere near as painful as the silence between the two of you, "Um, I've been busy today. You know - yoga, lunch with Jimin...uh, shopping..."

It was a lie - Namjoon wasn't an idiot, and you could tell as much by the ghost of a smile that crossed his beautiful lips. You really wished you could just kiss him and take him to one of Taehyung and Jimin's bathrooms so he could forget about the conversation you'd ran away from last night.