HIS - KNJ x F!reader: 2 Clean
💗Pairings idol!NamjoonxReader
💗 Genres idol!AU, Smut, Angst, Romance, Enemies to lovers
💗 Rating 18+ minors DNI
💗 Summary Four years have passed since the last time you saw Kim Namjoon. But now he was right in front of you, with the same stupid warm smile that made your good judgment (and underwear) disappear without a trace. You haven't seen him for four years. But now here you were working for BTS again. Having to see his insufferably attractive face every day of your life again.
But there's something Namjoon doesn't know. The little girl with almond eyes and dimples in her smile clinging to his ex-girlfriend's hip, not only looked too much like him. But she was… His.
💗 Warnings for the chapter: reader has very conflictive emotions about the news of her pregnancy at the begining. This chapter will have some back and forth time skips, miscommunications, pinning, SO MUCH PINNING, Hurt/comfort.
💗 A/N: ⚠️ dialogue in BOLD is intended to be in English if not, they are speaking in Korean. ⚠️
Love, Ria
💗 Chapter wordcount 4,8k
💗 Series index: 1 2
“The drought was the very worst, ah-ah. When the flowers that we'd grown together died of thirst It was months and months of back and forth, ah-ah, ah-ah. You're still all over me like a wine-stained dress I can't wear anymore” -Taylor Swift
💗💗💗MARCH 2021💗💗💗
Your daughter, Hana.
Amid the rapid-fire questions echoing in Namjoon's head, his pulse raced as you introduced the unexpected star of the show—
Who had just barged into the already tense conference room.
Like a small– But charming tornado.
"Everyone, this is my daughter, Hana. Baby, say hi; they will work with mommy." You said sitting her on your lap.
"Hello, I’m Hana. I’m Three years old.” Hana greeted, her innocence oozing charm.
She spoke korean.
That made Namjoon smile.
Cute.
"Baby Hana, do you know who we are?" Jimin asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
She nodded. Did she?
"You are Jimin, Jk, V, Jin, J-Hope, Suga, and… Rap Monster?” Hana’s innocent attempt earned laughter from everyone.
Everyone but Namjoon.
He halted what he was doing, a sudden realization hitting him like a ton of bricks.
She was three years old.
And she looked like him.
Too much like him.
“She’s so polite!” Jimin exclaimed.
“That’s so cute!” chimed in V.
“Are you an army, baby Hana?” Jin inquired, curious.
“No,” Hana replied. “I like Seventeen more.” Jin's shocked expression made everyone burst with laughter.
“Oh! But we’re cooler than them!” Jin tried to protest.
“I’m sorry; she has her interests, and right now, she’s obsessed with Wonwoo from Seventeen.” you tried to explain. But Seokjin was already about to get into a fight with a three year old to prove that, In fact, BTS were much cooler.
Not that Namjoon had a problem with Seventeen.
But he considered himself objectively cooler than them.
He stopped mid thought. Why the hell is he caring so much of what a toddler thought?
"Hana! Here you are!" A tall man with glasses emerged, breaking the charm of the moment. "We apologize for the interruption. Our Hana tends to run too fast. I am Eric Lee, Stardom’s chief financial operator and Y/N’s husband," he added, the unnecessary detail sending a ripple through the room.
The oblivious members resumed their excitement, but Namjoon felt like a computer crashing and about to explode. The mathematical calculations in his head were on the brink of causing a stroke.
If Namjoon's eyes could kill, Eric would be a bloody stain on the floor. Jealousy surged within him, a feeling he knew he didn't deserve.
But your daughter, she was three.
That meant you met this person around the same time you broke up.
You surely moved fast.
The Eric guy apologized again and took Hana from your arms to take her outside. She smiled at everyone and waved goodbye.
Her dimpled smile made Namjoon’s heart do a somersault.
The meeting continued as if background noise, but Namjoon's focus shifted to you, studying your face. That girl, she looked too much like him and nothing like this whoever-I-don’t-care guy.
It couldn't be possible.
He admitted he hurt you. But you would never do that to him.
Right?
If that girl was his.
You would have told him.
But he looked too much like him.
And he needed to talk to you.
💗💗💗FEBRUARY 2017💗💗💗
The conference room hummed with tension.
As the team gathered for a crucial meeting on the North American leg of their Wings Tour. Namjoon, the usually composed leader, wore a furrowed brow and an air of defiance. The discussion centered around their press schedules.
Namjoon's frustration boiled over as he voiced his stance, "I won't be a clown for them. We're artists. I won't subject the group to this circus. Where the only thing they ask us if we had ever eaten a hamburger"
You, seated across the table, shot him an incredulous look.
"Namjoon, we can't afford to cut the press schedules. If we want BTS to break into the mainstream music market, we need exposure. Press appearances are non-negotiable."
He scoffed, "Exposure won't matter if they don't take us seriously. I won't compromise our art for popularity."
The heated exchange drew the attention of the other members and the managers.
This was the third time this week.
And the main managers were starting to think if you were worht all this tenssion.
But you did get them an appearance on the three main late night shows in the US for their tour promotion.
So you two had to learn to get along.
The room crackled as you shot back, "This is not about compromising your art, Namjoon. It's about strategic promotion. We need the media to understand and appreciate you, all of you."
Namjoon's eyes flashed with anger, and just as the confrontation seemed to reach its peak, J-Hope intervened.
"I think it's enough. This is about the success of the group. We'll do what it takes to keep BTS in the public eye, and that includes press appearances."
The room fell silent for a moment, the weight of the decision sinking in.
Yoongi, who had remained quiet, finally spoke up. "I get where Namjoon is coming from, but we have to adapt to the market. If this is what it takes, then we'll do it. And Namjoon, you have Y/N's support. She won't let us down."
You nodded, your frustration simmering beneath the surface. The resolution hung in the air as the team grudgingly agreed to move forward with the press schedules.
The future of BTS in the North American market now rests on the delicate balance between you and him.
And none of you would give the other the satisfaction of a win.
After the intense meeting, you needed a moment to decompress. So you headed to the lounge to join the stylist crew for lunch.
The atmosphere was more relaxed here, a welcome change from the tension in the conference room. The aroma of delicious foods filled the air as you settled at the table with your colleagues.
As you unwrapped your lunch, the stylist crew delved into a gossip session.
“Y/N-ssi, Do You know Ha-young? She’s from the makeup team” You nodded. “She just confessed to PD-nim that she caught one-sided feelings with one of the members” the younger stylist said leaning closer to you “Bad girl. She should have known better”
“My money is on Jimin” one of them said and the others giggled. You couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for the girl who had just lost her job.
Their director was unforgiving.
Just like they have told you on your first day here. Having any type of personal relationship with any of the members was the cardinal sin.
Poor Ha-young, was going to be blacklisted from the industry, a harsh punishment for what was deemed reckless and unprofessional behavior.
Listening to the gossip, you couldn't help but shake your head.
The idea of jeopardizing your career for a simple crush seemed both reckless and foolish.
As the chatter continued, you found yourself silently reaffirming your commitment to keeping personal and professional boundaries intact.
That will never be you.
💗💗💗NOVEMBER 2019💗💗💗
“I am really sorry, doll,”
Yoongi murmured, his eyes filled with genuine concern.
“I don’t understand anything that’s happening,” you admitted, the weight of the situation heavy on your shoulders. You patted Hana’s back as she slept peacefully unaware of the deep wound on her mother’s heart.
One that you would have to mend.
To have the strength to raise a child…
By yourself.
“You know it takes time for him to wrap his head around things. He’ll know better, give him time,” Yoongi offered, his voice reflecting a hint of confusion and frustration with Namjoon's actions.
“I wish I had that luxury, Yoongi. But she’s here. She’s alive, she needs things. I can’t just go and say that I need time. She needs a parent… Both of us.” Yoongi sighed, understanding the gravity of the situation.
“I considered it, you know? Not Having her” your heart sank confessing this for the first time outloud “But, I guess I was selfish, and I resent myself for it. The selfish side of me wanted to at least have this. But she’s so much more than just us. She’s so special.”
“I can see that,” he replied, a bittersweet smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
“You hate babies, Min,” you teased, trying to lighten the mood.
“This one’s alright. She’s a part of you too. And that makes her special.”
“I’m scared,” you confessed, vulnerability seeping into your words.
“I know, doll,” Yoongi reassured, his tone softening.
“I don’t know if I can be a good mom to her. I can’t do this alone.”
“First of all, you are not alone. Second of all, you are the most capable, hardworking, and kind person I’ve met. It’s going to be fucking hard? Yes, I’ll not sugarcoat it. But you got this.”
“I want to punch him in the face so much.” You felt the first tears start to fall from your eyes.
“I know, doll. Me too,” Yoongi admitted, the unspoken understanding between you two creating a bond of shared frustration and support.
Yoongi placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, his gaze filled with both empathy and frustration. "Look, Y/N, I know Namjoon, and this is so unlike him. We've been through everything together for more than ten years, and he's not the type to turn away from responsibilities. There has to be something else going on."
Your eyes filled up with tears again, a mixture of sadness and anger. "I just don't understand why he sent his mother, with an envelope full of money instead of facing us himself. It feels like he's treating us like a burden."
Yoongi's expression hardened, a rare sight for someone known for his calm demeanor. "He messed up big time, and he needs to face the consequences. You and Hana deserve better."
"I thought he loved me. I thought we meant something to each other," you confessed, your voice cracking.
"He does, Y/N. I can't explain his actions, but I've never seen him act this way. Whatever it is, he needs to sort it out. Meanwhile, you focus on being the amazing mother I know you can be."
Tears spilled down your cheeks, and Yoongi pulled you into a tight embrace. "I'm here for you, Y/N. We all are. BTS isn't just about the stage; we're a family and both of you are a part of it. Families stick together, no matter what."
As you let out a shaky breath, a mixture of gratitude and sadness, you whispered, "Thank you, Yoongi."
"Anytime, doll. You’ve got this," he reassured, his words carrying a promise of solidarity and support. The hotel room, once filled with the weight of uncertainty, now held a glimmer of hope amid the storm of emotions.
You’ve got this.
You had to.
💗💗💗MARCH 2017💗💗💗
They just got nominated to an international award.
Everyone else was celebrating their milestone.
But Namjoon just couldn't enjoy it as much as he wanted to.
He was happy.
For the first time in his life he felt like they were finally receiving the praise they deserved for their art and their hard work.
But the weight of their public persona and the fine lines they could never cross as idols in Korea, was growing heavier by day. And the endless possibilities of major exposure scared the fuck out of him.
They were on their six date of the tour when he felt like he was going to die.
The air backstage in Newark was thick with the aftermath of Namjoon's exhaustion-fueled breakdown.
You found him leaning against a wall, a cigarette between his fingers. He couldn’t hide the trembling of his hands.
"That's an awful habit you have right there," you commented, eyeing the smoke.
"I can say the same to you," he retorted, nodding at the Coca-Cola can in your hand. "What can I say, everyone picks their own poison." you smiled at him honestly. For the first time.
Surprisingly, it led to the first civil conversation between you two.
You leaned against the wall beside him, sipping your cola, the fizz providing a rhythmic contrast to the quiet.
He broke the silence, "You know, sometimes I feel like I'm just a puppet, dancing to whatever tune the media plays."
"It’s okay to feel tired sometimes, you know?" you offered.
"I do, but being their leader and their spokesperson. I can’t afford to be nervous or too tired," Namjoon admitted. "I speak for myself in these interviews. It is a huge weight on my shoulders to speak for everyone. Sometimes they might not agree with what I’m saying."
"Yeah, I reckon Panda Express being your favorite restaurant in America is a pretty controversial opinion," you teased, earning a hearty laugh from him.
"Do you think they are going to ever take us seriously?" he asked with a laugh and a touch of desperation.
"They better do. You guys will own this industry one day."
He shot you a grateful smile, and for a moment, the weight on his shoulders seemed to ease.
"That is a pretty controversial opinion. I am a 'what’s your favorite American food' away from literally losing it," he confessed.
"You know," you began, changing the topic with a playful grin, "I think your controversial opinions are what make you more human to your fans. They love you for being real."
Namjoon chuckled, the tension dissipating. "Maybe I should start a blog—'Kim Namjoon's Unfiltered Thoughts.'"
"You might break the internet with that," you joked, enjoying the rare camaraderie.
As the conversation lightened, you both shared a laugh, finding solace in this unexpected connection. The backstage chaos seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of understanding.
"You'll do fine. You always do," you reassured him.
"Thank you."
As a friendly gesture, you pulled a small disinfectant from your pocket.
"Manager Sejin was looking for you; you better use this before he finds you. You don't want him scolding you for the smell." you said before turning away to head back inside.
Namjoon chuckled, taking the disinfectant. "Thanks, Y/N. For being here."
"Anytime, Joon," you replied, the use of the nickname a testament to the newfound camaraderie
He smiled, and the scent of the disinfectant mixed with your fragrance, like flowers in the air.
As Namjoon walked away, disappearing into the backstage hustle, he took a moment to collect his thoughts.
"Y/N!" A familiar voice called out, it was Sejin, the ever-watchful manager, threading through the maze of crew members and equipment.
You approached him, noting the stern expression on his face. "Mr. Sejin, you were looking for Namjoon?"
He nodded, "Yes, he needs to wrap up the interviews and rest. The schedule is tight, and we can't afford any delays."
You couldn't help but feel a sense of protectiveness toward Namjoon. "He's doing his best, Sejin. But he's human, not a machine."
Namjoon was about to walk to where you were but that coment made him freeze on his feet.
Sejin sighed, his stern expression softening. "I know, Y/N. I just worry about them all. The pressure is immense."
"It is, but moments like these," you gestured to the chaotic backstage, "it is good remind them that they're not alone."
He offered a small smile, appreciating the sentiment. "You're right. Well, let's make sure Namjoon gets some rest."
As you both navigated the backstage maze, you didn’t know he listened to the conversation. And he couldn't shake off the unexpected warmth that had emerged from the brief encounter with you.
The chaotic world of stardom was vast, but in that moment, a connection had formed—one that hinted at the resilience and humanity behind the larger-than-life personas.
Maybe you weren’t that bad.
💗💗💗AUGUST 2020💗💗💗
You had gone to a therapist when Hana was one.
The therapist's office had become a sanctuary for you, you needed guidance on the hard task of being a single mother to Hana.
She was going to ask the inevitable questions about her father one day. And you needed to know what to say. But no amount of therapy could have prepared yourself for this day.
Hana was smart, too smart for her age.
And when you came back from a playdate at her friends house.
She wanted answers to her questions.
"Why don't I have a daddy?"
You two were back in her room getting ready to sleep and you knew that question was coming.
You took a deep breath as you sat next to her, trying to find the right words. "All families are different, baby. Some have a mommy and a daddy. Some have two mommies or two daddies. Some, like ours, have a mommy and all your uncles and aunts. Isn't that fun?"
"It is fun," she replied, but the dissatisfaction lingered in her eyes. She had more questions, and you knew your initial answer wasn't enough.
And now she discovered kpop.
And she was obsessed with it.
You felt like throwing up everytime you saw him on your screen.
The bitter reminder that she deserved to know the truth. However, you weren't ready to shatter the illusion just yet. Telling anyone that her father was the leader of the biggest music group in history seemed unbelievable.
You knew how crazy you will sound.
Even your therapist had a hard time believing your story the first time you went to her.
But, your daughter was the living image of her father.
And you had shown her your old Big Hit contract for her to finally believe you.
"So I don’t have a dad?" Hana's expectant eyes pleaded for an honest answer.
"You do have one. He is living his dream, making millions of people happy," you stammered, your hands trembling as you combed her hair. Even though Hana was still a child, she sensed the discomfort and wisely chose not to press the topic any further—for today.
Later that night, as if the universe mocked you, he appeared on your TV screen. "I want to be a dad," he confessed to the interviewer, his smile was radiant as always. It felt like a punch to your stomach, the wine glass slipping from your hand and staining the new rug.
Fuck him.
He was a dad. He just chose not to be one.
The fandom even had the joke that he had a hidden wife and kids.
You entertained thoughts of shattering his public image, creating rumors that could strip away the disarming smile he flaunted. But the truth was, you could never inflict that pain on your daughter.
As the wine stain marred your rug, you vowed to shield Hana from the harsh realities as long as you could. But beneath your composed exterior, a storm of emotions raged.
Just for a little longer.
She will soon be old enough to understand.
But you didn't look forward breaking her heart with the news that her father didn't want her in his life.
💗💗💗FEBRUARY 2018💗💗💗
Everyone was tense.
The word disbandment floated heavily on the air.
After this morning’s team meeting things were pretty rough.
They were tired.
They felt like nothing was working in their favor.
Some of the members wanted a break.
Some of them wanted to keep going.
He had to remain unbiased.
You knew how unfair it was.
For him and for all of them.
Message from NJ:
meet me upstairs.
studio.
You knew what that meant.
He wanted to fuck the frustration away.
And you would be lying if you said you didn’t want to.
This was the riskiest thing you've ever done yet. You knew how dangerous it was for you especially. You were breaking your own rule and you were being careless.
You knew perfectly well what were the consecuences of what you were doing.
But you couldn’t get to care enough to stop you from hurriedly hitting the lock combination of his Studio.
His tired eyes greeted you. And a second later you were pinned to the wall behind you, hands everywhere and not enough at the same time.
And you wanted to ignore how much it hurt you that you were just this to him.
A relief.
“I missed this” he whispered against your lips. His tounge tasting your lower lips. Wanting to savour everything before devouring it all at once.
You missed it too.
But you were too stubborn to say it outloud.
And he was too, trying to pretend that he missed this whatever you had going on.
Instead of just you.
As always it started like a fight for dominance. His kisses carrying a hunger that transcended mere physical release. The urgency in his touch revealed a deeper need, one he was too stubborn to acknowledge.
Namjoon steps between your thighs and you can feel how much he needed this. His body is warm against yours as he lowers his lips to kiss down the column of your neck.
"You smell so good" you feel the soft breeze of his breath against your skin. And before you could reciprocate his words you felt the sharp pain of his teeth biting the same spot of your skin he just kissed a second ago.
"Namjoon-" a small whisper leaves your lips and a wave of conflicted feelings wash over his body.
He wanted to drown the world around you.
Where only the two of you existed.
And that scared him.
How much he really needed you.
He lifted you, his grip momentarily loosing his balance, and both of you erupted into laughter as you tumbled onto the sofa. "I'm so sorry," he said, his eyes holding a vulnerability that surpassed the laughter. "I'm just... I'm so tired."
His heart was breaking.
With a gentle smile, you cupped his cheek, your thumb wiping away his tears. "It’s okay, Joonie. Everything is going to be okay."
Your words rendered him defenseless. He was so tired of pretending he didn’t feel safe in your arms. He wrapped his arms around you and you could feel his body trembling with sobs.
He called you to fuck his frustration out of his system.
Just like you’ve been doing for a few months now.
But now on his studio floor he had a realization he wasn’t ready to confess just yet.
Everything else he had been saying to himself about you was a lie.
How he didn’t care; that you were just a passing crush. That he was too tired and too frustrated and that you both enjoyed each other’s company. That you were only good sex to him.
All of that was a lie.
As he kept crying and hugging you on his studio floor.
Both of you came to the same conclusion silently.
This wasn’t just sex; friends-with-benefits secret thing you had going on.
It was something much more complicated.
Something that could potentially destroy you.
The two of you stayed in silence on the floor, still wrapped on each other's arms.
That was the moment Namjoon realized.
He called you for sex.
But he just needed you.
💗💗💗MARCH 2021💗💗💗
A Battleground.
The room felt like it had become a battleground of emotions, the air thick with tension as memories and unspoken words lingered between you and Namjoon.
Right after the briefing ended he had dragged you into a conference room. It had been a week since you had met again and they were preparing to go back to Korea.
He was a sound man now. Not the youg man almost teenager that would have rushed into conclusions. First he needed to make his own research.
Have a few conversations with people.
Because he would never outlive the embarrasment if he was wrong.
But, all Namjoon could find was that Hana was your daughter and not your husband's.
And now you were alone for the first time in Three years, the silence was deafening, the unspoken history between you threatening to consume the room.
In the past, when you were alone with him, confessions of love had been whispered like forbidden promises against your lips in a conference room.
Just like the one you were in.
Today, his gaze was intense, his movements calculated, as if he were dissecting the reality before him. The little girl playing outside in your office seemed like a mirage, a cruel joke that fate had played on both of you.
Namjoon's stare bore into you, and the atmosphere crackled with the spark of four years of unsaid words. Finally, the tension shattered like glass as he spat out,
"Is she mine?"
His voice, sharp and accusatory, slashed through the heavy air.
A small, bitter part of you considered lying, but the futility of it hung in the air.
He knew, yet he chose to ignore it.
"Yes, Namjoon, she's your daughter," your voice strained, attempting to retain a semblance of control. "Her name is Hana Lee."
Two heartbeats passed, revealing a Namjoon you no longer recognized.
The man before you had become a diplomat, his mind working to carefully choose his words, concealing emotions you once knew he wore on his sleeve.
He was deflecting, you knew what he was doing.
You trained him to do that, long ago when you worked with them.
He was controlling his real emotions and speaking like at a press conference.
Another heartbeat passed and a spark of genuine emotion broke through when the reality of his daughter's existence sank in.
"Lee?"
His voice began to fill with an anger simmering beneath the surface, like molten lava fighting its way to the top of a volcano. "My husband’s last name," you retorted, your tone flat, a facade of control slipping away.
"You gave another man's last name to my daughter" his eyes darkened in disbelief and you couldn't help but chuckle at his nonsense.
If he was going to be this cruel.
You could play the game just as well.
You both were used to tearing each other into pieces anyway.
"You weren't there to give her yours, so." your voice sounded even more cynical than you expected to.
"Why the hell didn't you tell me?" Namjoon's jaw clenched, frustration etched across his features.
A bitter chuckle escaped your lips. “Did you expect a wedding invite?”
He furrowed his eyebrows. “I meant… the fact that I have a daughter.” he growled the last sentence through his teeth.
So much for calm and collected.
"Oh, but I tried," you shot back, frustration bubbling over. "Got on a plane for sixteen hours with a baby on my lap. Only to be warmly welcomed by your mother and Sejin with an envelope full of money and the threat to take her from me. What was I supposed to do?"
Namjoon's eyes narrowed in disbelief. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"You don't remember. Let me refresh your memory, shall we?" Bitterness laced your words. "You sent your mother and your manager to tell me that having an unplanned child out of wedlock would have 'destroyed you and Bangtan,' that you were so very sorry and told me to disappear"
He was about to speak but you didn't let him. All the things you have wanted to say for four years started to flow out of you like a dam that had just broken.
And the water would destroy everything on its way.
Starting with the both of you.
"They said you didn't want anything to do with us. And that if I ever came back, they would take Hana away from me. That I was just a minor mistake, an experience you just needed to have'' Anger surged within you. "Riding the horse isn't what you call it, right? And that my daughter was just the consequence of my own carelessness. That I should have known better."
You didn't know when you started to shout and now you couldn't stop. You wanted him to hurt as much as you were. "You told them to tell me all that. Because you didn't have the balls to say it right to my face"
"Or maybe you just didn't give a fuck."
Namjoon's features shifted from confusion to a hint of regret. "“That didn’t… I didn’t... I would never have done that."
“You didn't do what?” You turned away, unable to look at him. "You can't just waltz in here and pretend like you didn’t know," you said, your voice cracking with rage. "You missed everything, Namjoon. She's so smart and kind. Even when she feels like there's a missing part from her"
“Y/n” his voice was barely a whisper as his finger touched your wrist, sending electric shockwaves through your body. “I was waiting for you, but you never came.”
“Bullshit.”
“I don’t understand what game you’re playing right now Kim Namjoon, but I’ll tell you something. It's over. I will not let you make fun of us anymore.” Your throat tightened, tears threatening to spill. “You left me a letter, remember? and the text message after that. 'I hope you understand,” you said, mocking his voice.
Your laughter was bitter, filled with the pain of betrayal. "You sent me away, Namjoon. I couldn't just come back after that."
"I don't know what you're talking about. I waited for you at the hotel. I called you so many times that day." he said, desperation lacing his voice. "I waited for hours and you never came. Do you really believe that I wouldn't have taken responsibility for my daughter? That I would send her away?" He was shouting now too.
And he was close, too close to you now. You could bear his presence from a distance.
But not this close.
This close to him you couldn't pretend that your heart wasn't breaking for him.
That you didn't miss his eyes.
"I don't know, Namjoon. When you have a child, a life to protect. You would do anything to keep them safe. From anyone and everything. Not that you would know any of that" The words slipped from you before you realized how low of a blow was that. But you couldn't find yourself regretting it.
"Because we both know what you would choose if it came between the group or us." You stopped and smiled at him bitterly "And I understand, Namjoon. I truly do. You were finally living the dream you sacrificed everything for. I don't blame you anymore for it."
"I understand" your voice cracked filled with sadness.
And you truly did.
You knew how much he sacrificed.
He fought for his success with teeth and nails.
They all did.
And you knew how unfair it would have been to ask for him to drop everything for you and your daughter.
You understood him.
And that was the worst of it.
In a heartbeat anger left his body, and he was filled with the weight of a shared past. Everything was too much, this was too much and again his mask fell just for you.
He lifted his hand to grab your wrist, the small contact of his skin with yours felt like fire runnig trough your veins.
"I loved you, and I always have," he confessed.
The room hung in tumultuous silence, the weight of past wounds and the rawness of the present colliding in a clash of emotions.
You were about to respond when a small knock echoed through the room.
The knock on the door startled both of you, a temporary interruption to the emotional storm that raged in the room. Your eyes never left Namjoon's, the intensity of the unspoken words lingering between you like a heavy fog.
Namjoon stepped back, breaking the physical connection between you. He cleared his throat, the diplomat persona returning, but the vulnerability in his eyes betrayed the turmoil within. "We're not done," he said, a mixture of command and plea in his voice.
As the door creaked open, your eyes darted to see a petite figure standing there, a shadow in the doorway. Hana's eyes mirrored yours, wide and uncertain as she looked between the two adults. The air thickened with tension, the past colliding with the present in a collision of conflicting emotions.
"Mommy?" Hana's innocent voice cut through the charged atmosphere. Her gaze shifted from you to Namjoon, her curiosity evident "Mr. Rapmonster. why are you here?". You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself.
Namjoon's eyes softened as he looked at Hana, and for a moment, the hardened exterior cracked. "I'm... a friend of your mommy's," he said, his words carefully chosen.
"A friend?" Hana repeated in Korean, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. She might be young, but she wasn't oblivious to the undercurrents in the room.
She was smart. Even for her age, and she was quick to understand the things that were in front of her.
Just like him.
You knelt down beside her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Yes, sweetheart, just a friend, and we were talking" you assured her, shooting a pointed glance at Namjoon. The distance between you felt like an unbridgeable chasm.
Namjoon, sensing the tension, attempted a reassuring smile, but it looked strained. "I heard you like drawing. Do you draw a lot?" he asked, trying to engage Hana in a conversation that felt more awkward than casual.
Hana nodded, her gaze never leaving Namjoon. "I like drawing flowers," she replied, the tension in the room momentarily diffusing as she shared a piece of her world.
Namjoon crouched down to her eye level, a genuine smile softening his features. "Flowers are beautiful. Maybe you can show me your drawings sometime?" he suggested.
Hana's eyes flickered between you and Namjoon, processing the complex dynamics in the room. "Okay, but only if Mommy says it's okay," she declared, a hint of protectiveness in her voice.
Namjoon glanced at you, seeking approval. You nodded slightly, acknowledging the silent agreement. Hana's presence had inadvertently shifted the focus, giving you a momentary reprieve from the emotional confrontation.
As Namjoon and Hana engaged in a tentative conversation about art and colors, you retreated to the periphery, watching the scene unfold.
The wounds of the past were still raw, the emotions tangled, but for Hana's sake, you found a fragile truce with the man who once held your heart.
The journey from enemies to reluctant allies had just begun, and the path ahead was uncertain, shrouded in the complexities of a shared history that demanded resolution.
"Y/N, we need to talk" Hyung-Joon reappeared at the door, his voice filled with urgency and you nodded.
You knew this shouting match with Namjoon would bring consequences.
And you felt for a second that you just stepped into the past.
"When I was drowning, that's when I could finally breathe"
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2. I fucked up.... math is not my thing guys. Hana is three years old not four. Im sorry.
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4. The story is written in time skips, but the main storyline is March 2021 'The present'
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Hii would you be open to more Karina x reader fics? Im on that Karina drought and feel like I’ve read every single wlw fic out there
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YU JIMIN (KARINA) x FEM!READER
Prompt: Your boss went on a 2 month long business trip and he trusts you with taking care of his wife while he’s gone
Warnings/Notes: G!P reader, cheating, mommy kink, oral, age gap (reader is younger), masturbation
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Growing up, you always had an interest in gardening thanks to your grandma and it grew stronger the moment you read more books and watched plenty of documentaries. Not only did you decide to take Horticulture as a degree in university but you were lucky enough to get a part time job as a gardener for a rich business couple.
Hwang Hyunjin was a kind and hard working man, always greeting you warmly to his mansion, buying you the necessary gardening equipment needed, and even holding nice conversations when he wasn’t too busy.
His wife, Karina, was just as kind. She’d pack Mr Hwang a good lunch for work while also making him a nice breakfast every morning to give the energy needed for the day.
You were currently removing weeds from Mr Hwang’s garden, trying not to let the hot sun slow you down from the many other tasks needed to be done. You turned your head and saw your boss walking out the mansion with a few other men tailing behind while holding luggage bags.
“Off to another business trip Mr Hwang?” You asked with a smile, Hyunjin happily smiling back.
“That’s right, Y/n. Unfortunately for two months this time. I trust you’ll take care of this garden while I’m away”
“I won’t let you down, sir” You saluted.
“You’re more than welcome to stay over and use our guest room. I can hire someone to drop you to your lectures if you’d like”
“That’s so sweet of you, Mr Hwang. I’d appreciate that a lot”
Hyunjin nodded before putting his sunglasses on. “Take care of my wife too please”
“I’ll do my best” You bowed and watched him leave in his limo before continuing your work on the garden.
Karina sighed with relief when she saw her husband leave, finally getting the alone time she needed. Her eyes suddenly landed on your well built body dressed in a black shirt and jeans.
She remembered how strong the butterflies were when you first stepped into the mansion, Hyunjin introducing you as the new gardener since both were too busy to take care of their flowers and plants. Your bright smile, outgoing personality, and passion for plants had just made you so attractive to the older woman.
At first she felt guilty.
Guilty for feeling such attraction to someone younger when she was already happily married. Yeah, happily married until she found out her husband was going on these business trips as an excuse to sleep with one of his co workers. She saw it all when she saw message notifications from the mistress, and the secret lunch dates they had which Giselle took photos of and sent it to Karina.
An idea popped into her head. If Hyunjin was out here carelessly slipping his dick into other bitches, who was he to stop Karina from playing the same type of game? She smirked to herself before walking out the mansion to where you were still working.
She was wearing a short silk robe, her hair nicely curled and just light makeup on her face. “Good morning Y/n”
You stood up from your squatting position and bowed at the older woman. “Good morning Mrs Hwang! Lovely weather today, isn’t it?”
Karina wanted to gag from the name but your smile was making her mood better. “It definitely is. Listen, I want to thank you so much for taking care of our garden, we really appreciate it”
“It’s no worries at all, Mrs Hwang. Just doing what I love”
“How about spending the rest of the day getting to know each other? I believe you deserve a good break”
“Oh that sounds lovely but there’s so much tasks to do” You politely declined but Karina wasn’t going to back down.
“It’s okay, trust me. As your boss’ wife, I want you to take the day off from gardening. It’s my way of thanking you”
Of course, you couldn’t disobey orders from your boss’ wife. “If you insist, Mrs Hwang”
“Please, call me Karina, darling” She winked, letting you follow her inside the mansion.
“I don’t think you wanna be spending the day in those dirty clothes, dear. Go upstairs and take a shower, you can borrow Hyunjin’s clothes. I’m sure he won’t mind”
Nodding, Karina led you to the huge bathroom and you took a nice hot shower before grabbing a few clothes from your boss’ closet. You returned downstairs after blow drying your hair and Karina felt herself grow wetter at the sight of you in a white shirt and grey sweatpants. She could even see the print of your dick, making her wonder just how big you were without all the clothing.
“Comfy?”
“Yes I am, thank you Mrs Hwa- I mean Karina!” Your face went red at the small mistake that got Karina chuckling.
She stood up and grabbed you by the collar before pushing you down on the couch, straddling your lap. “I’m gonna cut to the chase, Y/n. I know my husband is cheating on me with some other whore and I know my time is worth better than to cry about it”
“Mr Hwang is-wait what?”
“You’re cute, Y/n. Hot even. Everything about you just makes me want you so bad” Karina whispered in your ear.
“Y-You want me?” The tips of your ears went red.
“Please tell me you want me too, baby. Make me feel all better. Can you do that?” She started to move her hips against your crotch, smiling at the feeling of your hard cock.
Everything felt so wrong but Karina’s clothed pussy drenching your stiffening dick felt so good. Your hands were resting on her hips and you wanted nothing else other than destroying her on the couch. There was no denying that you do think about her when you’re in your bedroom, jerking off the entire night until your hand got sore.
“I-I wanna push you away b-but…at the same time I don’t” You said breathlessly.
Karina started to whimper. “Don’t. Please, I know you’ll fill me up better than my stupid cheating husband”
Right. Hyunjin was cheating on this fine ass woman that was currently begging for your cock. It was a fair game after all.
That thought was enough to make you give in. You pushed your lips against the older’s, having a rough tongue battle while bucking your hips. Karina pulled her lips away just to throw her head back, the movement caused her silk robe to slip off her shoulders and her huge breast were in display.
“Come on cutie, I know you want to suck them. You deserve it” She smiled down at you.
You licked your lips before diving right in to her chest, savouring the left breast like it was your last meal and then doing the same to the other. Karina was squealing at your warm tongue, imagining how great it would feel in her cunt instead.
Just before she could give you a praise, you stood up and quickly went to the guest room where you practically threw Karina on the bed. “Didn’t think you had that confidence in you” She chuckled before you went back to devouring her breast.
“Need you to use that tongue on my pussy, baby. I’m getting impatient now” Karina pouted.
You sat up to remove all your clothes as Karina easily removed her robe, both of you left bare in a matter of seconds. The older woman couldn’t help but stare at your cock, mesmerised at the sight of you slowly stroking it. “Holy fuck you’re huge. Must’ve pleased so many women with that” Karina purred while two of her fingers rubbed at her clit.
“And I’m about to please another” You responded with a cocky smile.
Karina spread her legs wide to present more of her glistening sex, still circling her puffy nub and motioning for you to come closer. “Eat my pussy good, baby. Don’t wanna disappoint mommy, do ya?”
The name made your breath hitch but you nodded. “N-No mommy, want to make you feel good”. You crawled over and held her thighs before giving long licks from her entrance to her clit.
Karina threw her head back with a breathless low moan, a hand automatically grabbing onto your long hair. You wasted no time in pushing your long wet muscle inside, already sending the older into pure bliss.
“O-Oh my god, oh my god yes Y/n!”
Humming in satisfaction, you moved your tongue faster, having to force Karina’s legs wider so you could push yourself into deeper.
“Please please don’t stop, baby! You’re making mommy feel so…fucking good!” Karina cried as her hips bucked into your drenched face, wanting impossibly more.
“Yeah just like that~ Gonna cum quickly, baby. You want that? Want mommy to cum all over that fucking good tongue of yours hm?”
Obviously not being able to verbally respond, you shook your head and hummed, keeping your rough pace as Karina’s legs started to shake. With one hand tangled in your hair, the other moved to harshly rub at her neglected clit, multiplying the pleasure by 100.
“Oh god, fuck I’m cumming! Gonna cum on that pretty face!” Karina said with a final scream, her eyes rolling back with pure ecstasy as she released her juices.
You were startled at the sudden blow to the face but you were quick to clean it all up until she was clean. You slowly moved up to face Karina and she couldn’t help but tiredly smile at your drenched mouth, pulling you in to connect your lips once more.
“You made mommy so proud, darling. So so proud” she kept pecking your lips. She felt some movement below her and when she looked down, her leaking cunt started to clench around nothing.
You were shamelessly jerking off while your lips travelled around her neck, leaving bites and hickies that you knew were going to last for weeks. You were groaning and grunting into her ear, Karina’s eyes rolling back as her hands pinched at your nipples, giving them a good squeeze.
“M-Mommy, my cock hurts. Need it inside your pussy please” You panted like a dog in rut, humping into your hand but it wasn’t enough.
“Go on then, baby. Fill me up good” She whispered.
Thanking the heavens, you aligned your tip at her hole and slowly pushed in, giving a gasp at how tight she was. “H-How are you so tight?”
Karina clawed at your forearms, clearly not used to taking something so big up her pussy before. “Y-You’re just too big”
You managed to push yourself all the way in without breaking her and you noticed the discomfort in the older’s face so you placed soft kisses around it. One hand holding underneath her thigh and you used the other to brush her hair out of her face, kissing her tears away. “I’m sorry, does it hurt?”
Karina weakly nodded.
“Sorry mommy. It’ll stop hurting soon, okay?”
Karina’s goal of not falling for you was starting to become more difficult. Sure Hyunjin was sweet in bed, but he couldn’t compare to just how gentle you were right now. She felt so safe and she was willing to throw all her trust in you.
“I’m gonna start moving now. Tell me to stop if it’s too much” You smiled before slowly pulling out and then pushing back in again.
The older woman felt like she was a virgin all over again with the way this was playing out. You were ripping her in half but it felt so good after a few more thrusts. Her nails drew red lines across your back and her legs wrapped around your hips.
“Oh Y/n…”
“Mmm, mommy”
“Please, faster”
Your hips automatically started to jerk faster and you felt your arms starting to ache so you laid your upper body down so your tits were touching Karina’s. Your arms moved from her thighs to her lower back, practically hugging her while you thrusted at a harsh speed, the sound of your skins slapping were echoing off the walls.
“F-Fuck! Yes please just like that, baby!”
You were growling into her ear, mumbling fast sentences on how her cunt felt so good around your cock, wanting her to take it like a slut, saying how she likes your cock better than her cheating husbands.
“Mommy…mommy’s cunt is so good. Gonna shape it to my cock so it’s the only thing you can take. Would you like that mommy?” You panted with a cocky smile.
Karina nodded with tears streaming down her face. “Uh huh. Only want your cock”
“S-So close mommy! C-Can I cum inside you?”
“Yes yes cum inside! Don’t waste a single drop” She cried, playing with her own tits to fasten the pleasure.
“Gonna fucking fill you up so good, mommy” You whined, releasing an aggressive groan into her neck before exploding your gunk of cum inside.
Karina came at the same time, milking the hell out of your still spurting cock. Being so full, her own juices managed to escape and make a dripping line down to your balls.
You relaxed on top of her, enjoying the feeling of her fingers thread through your hair out of comfort despite being completely fucked out. “God, that was amazing” She exhaled with a laugh.
“Sorry, I should’ve used a condom”
“Don’t be sorry. I take the pill anyways”
“I didn’t hurt you did I?” You sat up and pulled out, a little bit of your mixed cum falling out her entrance but she was quick to swipe it up with her finger and suck it.
“At the start it did. Felt like a virgin again”
“I’m glad I made you feel good, Karina. That was probably the best sex I’ve ever had” You smiled before carrying her bridal style. “Let me take care of you”
Karina could only nod while feeling lost in your beautiful eyes. She was sure she had fallen way too hard for you.
But this time, she wasn’t gonna push that feeling away.
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