'who are you?' he whispered, gazing at the beautiful creature.
the moment he spoke, her eyes opened.
and namjoon was done for.
| namjoon x o/c
| fantasy, romance, fluff, smut
| completed: 15.07.2023
@bangtanbagels ~ 2023
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Christmas dinner was unbelievably joyous, the food delicious and the company even better, and Namjoon was feeling extremely full, both physically and emotionally.
He dipped into his room for a momentary reprieve from the singalongs that were currently taking place in the kitchen, breathing out a long breath. He reached down into his desk to grab what he was looking for. As he observed the small white envelope, his stomach flipped.
This was a risk. One he hoped she would enjoy.
"Namjoon?"
He swivelled, seeing her small frame in the doorway. Her eyes were shining even in the dimly lit room, a precariously placed paper hat on her head. She smiled at him, moving into the room and shutting the door behind her.
"Hey," he said softly. "Did you enjoy your first Christmas?"
She nodded. "It was amazing. I've watched it before but never thought... I mean, it feels so different when you're here."
He couldn't imagine how she was feeling right now, but the light shining from her face told him she was happy.
"Namjoon," she began. "I want to give you your gift."
"Oh," he said. "You really didn't have to-"
But even as he spoke she was reaching under his bed, dragging out what looked like an album of photographs.
"I - this was Jungkookie's idea," she admitted, handing it to him with trembling hands. "I hope you like it."
He looked from her nervous expression down to the album, and opened it, gasping as he did so.
It was a full album of letters, pictures, and stories, all from his fans. All of them telling him how BTS had saved them, or their friends or family, and how much they loved and supported him as a leader.
He felt the tears coming to his eyes before he could stop them.
"Namjoon, I... when I was... before, I could actually feel this. The love that you have for your fans, and they have for you, it sort of... powered me, I guess. And... I want to see if maybe... I can show you."
Before he could ask what she meant, she moved boldly, taking both of his hands in hers and squeezing her eyes shut.
"Wha..."
But he was cut off by a rush of sensation. She was still squeezing her eyes shut, concentrating hard, as his veins began to flood with emotion, something overwhelming and brilliant, like the feeling he got when he performed only greater, stronger, filling him up and coursing through his body like wildfire.
