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Field Notes: TEASER

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, smut (mature/18+), angst

warnings: mentions of blood, skinny dipping, mentions of a grave (both are archeologists), drinking, strangers to one night stand, protected sex, public sex, others tbd

Length: ~1.6k (full fic ~28k)

Note: thank you @ugh-yoongi for looking over the idea of this forever ago, finally cracking into it with a real end date. also thank you to @gyuswhore for constantly listening to me ramble with no end about this and @idyllic-ghost @cheolism for some background knowledge of archeology/anthropolgy i didn't possess

Summary: A layover in the airport spent over drinks with a handsome stranger shouldn't be complicated. Easy, convenient, a little adrenaline inducing; but nameless without worry you'll ever see him again. Unless of course he also is the top in his field and ends up stuck on a month long project in the remote mountains where there's nowhere to hide. But what are the chances of that?

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Your taxi driver barely comes to your chin in terms of height and maybe old enough to be your grandfather’s grandfather but he carries himself with the energy of someone much younger. Onni looks like he just came off vacation, laidback style with sunglasses to match. A toothpick sticks out the corner of his mouth like he’s some Western movie star.

But he drives like a bat out of hell.

Onni tries to yell over the sound of the clunky engine, gesturing broadly to the buildings on either side of the road as he zooms through town. The only interruption for his sight seeing tour is when he yells profanities at other drivers; or what you assume must be curse words given the rage he says them with.

You manage not to paint the inside of his car with the snacks from the plane, but only barely. Instead, you hold onto the handle above the door for dear life and recite every prayer you know. He whips around a corner, causing your head to ricochet off the glass window.

“Want the windows rolled down?” he yells.

The rush of wind already rips across your face before you have time to answer. At least if you throw up it’ll be outside of the car.

He doesn’t stop yelling even over the added muffle, continuing to point at things speeding by so fast you have no hope of ever identifying what they are. Eyes closed, you focus on taking deep breaths. The only way out of this is through.

The cab zips through the city until the blur of buildings becomes interspersed with trees, then a full wall of green as the forest thickens on either side. Somehow, Onni seems to speed up through curves on the mountain; forcing you to the middle seat of the bench for fear the car will tip over the side of the cliff.

By the time he slows to a stop, your head is between your knees and you’re sweating like you’ve run a marathon.

You exit the cab on shaky legs, fighting the urge to kiss the stable Earth you vow never to take for granted again. Onni fishes your luggage out of the trunk as you compose yourself. You barely have a chance to utter an insincere ‘thank you’ before Onni is back in the driver seat and zooming off.

This side of the lake has a small village; really just a block of buildings facing the water. They resemble a muted rainbow, a few in disrepair but overall quaint. A bar, a coffee shop, a grocer, and a few other businesses are interspersed. A quintessential mountain village for locals and those brave enough to bet their lives on the drive up.

At the end of the row is a tiny building advertising cheap lodging for hikers in several languages. Unsurprising given it was two hikers stumbled across what they thought was just a pile of rocks but actually turned out to be an ancient gravesite.

A few locals sit outside enjoying the sun, chatting across iron tables in front of the coffee shop. Some dodge into the grocery store. Your stomach twists away and towards the idea of food. You slept through the meal on the plane and managed to only score an extra bag of pretzels from a sympathetic flight attendant. Perhaps it was cosmic intervention, a proactive act of mercy for what Onni would put you through.

After the drive, you’re almost thankful for the gentle rock of the ferry as you cross to the island. It’s a tiny boat, just enough space to shuttle a few people across the river at a time. The breeze curling from the water ghosts across your face. It’s only twenty minutes to the other side but it flies by in a blink. Part of you wishes you could just stay on the boat instead of sleeping in a dusty old sleeping bag in a field.

Several people wait on the dock, waving as the boat draws closer. One is Jin. You recognize him easily from his enthusiastic hollering. The man next to him has a mop of curly hair barely tied back, talking animatedly, hopping from one foot to the other. You can’t see his face with the way he’s standing so you continue down the line.

The last one stands a little further off, listening. Somehow he makes a t-shirt and khakis look far more interesting than they would on a hanger. A cap obscures his hair but not his features; round face, full lips, a flash of teeth at something one of the others says. He looks a lot like…

Not possible.

Not remotely probable in this lifetime or the next.

The realization flies across his face at the same time as yours. Of all the people in the world it is statistically impossible the same man you fucked in an airport bathroom is standing on a dock in in the middle of nowhere.

You scan him up and down again. The longer you look the more you try and convince yourself it isn’t him. Like when you stare at the same word for so long you’re sure it isn’t really a word at all and it's just your brain playing tricks. No, it can’t possibly be Bathroom Guy because the world is cruel but not so cruel as to force that nightmare into reality.

But when his eyes meet yours, his jaw drops like he’s suddenly pulled from the Home Alone poster.

“Welcome!” Jin bellows, hands cupped around his mouth.

Thankfully a rock in the boat sends you stumbling, forcing you to break the shocked staring contest. However, it doesn’t stop the race in your brain for an explanation.

He’s a stalker.

He’s a hallucination from the concussion you received in the taxi.

It’s not really the same guy from the airport and just an eerily similar doppelganger with staring issues.

You actually died in your sleep before you ever boarded the plane and this is the cruelest version of hell God could send you to.

The other man, not Bathroom Guy or Jin, grabs for your bag, shouldering it before you can protest. If anyone notices the shake in your hand as you grab your bookbag and climb onto the dock, they don’t mention it.

In the same vein of the cab driver, the captain shoos you off as fast as he can before heading back to the other side of the river. If you dive in now you may be able to catch up and hightail it back home.

Or you could drown.

Both sound like more pleasant options than the present reality.

“Y/N, good to see you!” Jin greets again once you’re more stable. “This is Jungkook,” he gestures to the man with long hair and tattoos carrying your bag. He waves before starting to walk off towards the stairs leading into the woods. “And this is also Dr. Kim, but we just call him Namjoon.”

Dr. Bathroom Guy dies and Namjoon is born in his place. He looks exactly the same as you left him except a touch tanner with different clothes. Same glasses, same broad shoulders, lips, hands. And those nice hands lead to really nice arms you didn’t get a look at the first time around.

“You would have met him at the Amsterdam conference but he had some seminar in London at the same time. I’m glad you two are meeting now! I think you’ll enjoy each others’ work.”

Namjoon clearly is still struggling to come to the same conclusion you are: you’re both here. That your new shared reality is being forced in one another’s presence after months of living in mystery. That your first impressions of eachother were debating the validity Jurassic Park movies while tipsy in an airport before you shoved your tongue down his throat.

For a brief moment, you wonder if he’s told anyone about what happened. If you’re the Bathroom Girl in his circle of friends. Hopefully anyone who is close enough to know about his sexcapades isn’t within the same continent, let alone working on the site as well. Given by the look on his face, Namjoon doesn’t seem like he’d be able to keep your identity a secret if someone did know.

Probability be damned, fate is cruel and is laughing in your faces. You swallow the shock and thrust your hand forward for a clumsy handshake.

“Nice to meet you!” you rush.

Namjoon blinks once before getting his act together. “You too.”

You quiver under the roughness of his palm against your own. You know those hands, drooled over them at that bar and well after. It’s a feat of sheer willpower that you don’t look at the way his fingers twist around your own with a gentle, instinctive squeeze.

The odds of swimming to the mainland and hightailing it home look more comforting with each passing second.

“Camp‘s this way!” Jungkook yells from the stairs.

You trip over your own feet to follow, Jin falling into step beside. “How was the trip down?”

“Good.” You nod. “I was trying to figure out what a mild concussion felt like and I think the cab driver anticipated that.”

Jin and Jungkook both give amused chuckles and it helps you relax a fraction.

“At least you got a cab! We had to sit in the back of this van like we’d been kidnapped.”

Namjoon doesn’t say a word as he follows at the back of the line. He may be silent but you’re still actually aware of his movements. The shuffle of dirt under his shoes, when he stumbles over a root draped across the path. You try to mute your thoughts of him by continuing to chat with Jin but it doesn’t work.

This is going be the longest month of your life.

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#happy Monday #he’s coming #I’m so scared #also I think I misjudged wc but alas #we ball #bts #Namjoon #srb

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