all writings✨
pairing: idol!namjoon x reader
genre: fluff on top of fluff
warnings: bike accident, Joonie is a bit sad at first but it’s very short :((
word count: under 1k
a/n: this is just a very sweet little drabble I hope you like it!
// I made a second drabble on this pairing here
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The moment Namjoon had met Jungkook’s new girlfriend at the Jack In The Box pre-release party and had seen how enamoured with each other they were, it’s like something had clicked within him. Like he realized at that moment he didn’t have to be alone.
He could want to fall in love again. It wasn’t selfish or egoistical, he deserved to find someone, to be happy and share that happiness with another person.
And so with that mindset, he went on a few dates, never finding exactly what his heart was longing for.
It’s not that they’re not good enough or kind enough. They just don’t stir something deep within him, he never feels the urge to kiss them after walking them home or contact them again for a second date.
And thus, he began to feel unmoored and disenchanted.
Like maybe, he just isn’t meant to find that someone.
And so he does what never fails to bring him comfort, he goes biking along the Han River. Watching in awe how the wind blows through the green summer leaves, wondering if there’s a melody to it that the human ear cannot quite catch.
He basks in the warm breeze, watching people go by, children laughing, couples holding hands.
That’s when he sees you.
You’re like a magnet and he finds himself caught in your magnetic field, under your spell. Soft gusts of wind keep blowing strands of hair in your face, blurring your vision.
And that’s how you fall off your bike, hands right in front of you to try and soften the fall.
He gasps and immediately start biking faster to get to you, heart skipping a beat.
When he does, you’re still down, probably a bit shocked at the sudden accident and he gets off his bike in a hurry, the vehicle falling to the side instantly. He can’t bring himself to care at this moment.
He kneels down next to you. “Are you hurt, how do you feel?!” He asks, voice laced with concern.
You turn your head towards the deep voice, cheeks an endearing shade of cherry red.
“Y-yeah.. I think so..?” Your voice comes out a bit shaky.
You’re very much embarrassed, that he can tell. He feels an urge to help you, tuck the strands of hair that had fallen in front of your eyes behind you ears and keep you safe.
Instead of doing something that embarrassing and inappropriate, he simply extends his arm towards you, palm up.
You eye him, gaze a bit wary before you accept his silent offer and take his hand. You yelp in discomfort when he squeezes your hand to help you up, your palm being bruised and cut.
“You are hurt,” You stare into his dark eyes and your own pair seem to widen, like you’re recognizing someone you know.
Except, if Namjoon already met you, he’s positive he would’ve remembered.
How could someone ever forget meeting you? You have the most beautiful presence he’s ever been lucky enough to witness. He would be the stupidest man known to existence to not at least try and get to know you.
“It would.. seem so yeah” you whisper, like you’re both in a tiny space where there only exists you and him, afraid that if you speak just a little too loud, the moment’s going to end, shatter into a million pieces, like glass, all around you.
Namjoon is enthralled by you. He feels possessed by your being and those sharp orbs. They seem to hide secrets and dreams that will probably never be uttered. He never believed in love at first sight, never will.
What he believes in is two souls meeting and immediately feeling comforted by each other, drawn to each other. That’s what he feels with you, he’s certain of it.
“I can help, I have a first aid kit in my backpack, can I..?” His voice is deep and just shy of a whisper.
You nod and he smiles, beautiful dimples on display. His presence feels like a warm hug from a dear friend, you feel fuzzy and safe, it’s strange. In a good way, a comforting way.
You both settle on the grass a few feet away from where you had fallen and he tends to your wounds. You blush profusely while he laughs and comforts you. You both get to talking about life, your wildest dreams, family, the meaning of words.
Before you know it, sunset comes, bringing you back to reality. But what is reality? It isn’t the reality he had known barely a few hours ago, he feels hopeful and reinvigorated now. Funny how one meeting can change so many things.
“Will I see you again?” He questions shyly, picking at the grass.
You smile coyly at him and your cheeks adorn a cute shade of pink. You’re adorable he thinks, for probably the hundredth time today.
“Same place, same day, next week?” You look at him, eyes hopeful and a little embarrassed maybe.
He takes your hand in his and rubs his thumb on the back of it, your skin is so soft and he, is simply human. How could he resist?
“Can’t wait” He replies, gaze locked into yours, unwavering. And he means it, god he means it.
