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Namjoon ♡ How You Like That? [request]

Requested by anonymous
Storyline is inspired by How You Like That by BLACKPINK

Published: December 30, 2020

One year ago

"What is this?" He asks harshly, jerking my new blouse from its shopping bag.
"A new top." I shrug. "I thought it was cute."
He shoved it back into the bag and threw it at me. "You're returning it."
"Why?"
"Because I don't like it. It shows too much skin"
"It just has a cutout in the back."
"That's one cutout too many. Take it back."
"No."
"You really wanna go around looking like a slut?"
"Are you serious right now?!" I exclaim. "Now you're trying to control what I wear?"
"Yeah. I don't want anyone trying to steal you away from me."
"You don't have to worry about that." I snap, snatching up my shopping bag. "We're through."
"Excuse me?"
"I'm done. I'm sick of you trying to control me." I huff. "Get out of my house."
"No." He steps towards me.
"I said get out." I try to keep my voice firm.
"How about you make me."
I quickly fumble for my phone, dialing a nine and a one.
"Maybe I will." I hold up my cell phone, my thumb hovering over the one.
His face seemed to pale.
"I'll call the cops right now if you don't leave."
"Fine!" He growled angrily. "I'll go."
I held my phone shakily in my hand as I followed him to the door, making sure he walked out. As soon as he left, I locked the door, locking my phone and taking a deep breath.

Present day

I check my reflection in the mirror, wearing the beautiful blouse with a cutout in the back. I turned, getting a look at my outfit from behind.

"Perfect." I smile.

Ever since I left my toxic ex boyfriend I've been doing better. Much better, actually. I'm free to do whatever I want with no one to tell me what to do or what to wear. I've actually met someone new as well. Someone who treats me so much better than my ex ever could. I haven't opened up too much about my ex, but my new boyfriend is well aware of how horrible my last relationship was.

My phone rings, making me grin with excitement. A picture of my boyfriend's smiling face flashes on the screen. I take the call and hold the phone up to my ear.

"Hey Joon."
"Hey babygirl. I was just calling to let you know I'm about to leave."
"Okay. You've got perfect timing. I'm almost ready."
"Great. I can't wait to see you. I bet you look gorgeous right now." I could hear the shyness in his voice.
"You're not even here and you're making me blush."
He laughs lightly at my teasing comment. "I'll see you soon."
"See you soon." I repeat, ending the call.

I finish getting ready, gathering some of my things and putting them in my bag. Just as I was leaving my room, I heard a car horn. A burst of excitement ran through my body as I hastily rushed to the front door, swinging it open and being met with the sight of Namjoon's sleek vehicle.
When I got in the car, Namjoon seemed to be instantly flustered by my presence. Two small intentions made their way into his cheeks as he smiled shyly.
"You look really nice. That top looks flattering on you."
A smile pulled at the corners of my lips, my heart soaring. "Thanks. I'm glad someone likes this shirt."
"Oh." Namjoon had a knowing look on his face. "So this is the top he thought was so inappropriate?"
I nod in response.
He lets out a scoff, his jaw clenching. "Jerk." He muttered under his breath. "I think you look wonderful. Unlike him, I'd love for people to see you in that."
"I know we've only been dating for five months, but you've made me feel so loved."
Namjoon seemed to get shy at my compliment. "I'm glad you feel that way."
He turned his attention to his phone, linking it with the Bluetooth in his car.
"I actually made a playlist for you." He spoke up, still seeming a bit shy. "It was a few nights ago. I was listening to music and kept hearing songs that reminded me of you. So I made a playlist."
"Really?" I ask, my heart swelling with adoration.
"Yeah. I hope you like it."
He started the playlist before we pulled out onto the road. I found myself smiling with each song that played. Just the thought of him making this playlist with me in mind made me love him even more.

"We're here." Namjoon announced once we made it into town.
The two of us got out of the car, joining hands when we stepped onto the street.
"I really like the playlist so far." I tell him.
"I could see you smiling." He laughed lightly. "It made me really happy."
I leaned my head over on his shoulder, giving his hand a light squeeze before we started our walk.
"You wanna get a smoothie or something?" Namjoon suggested.
"That sounds wonderful. Let's do it."

The two of us stopped inside a smoothie shop and ordered ourselves a couple of them. I take a sip of the delicious fruity drink, a refreshing feeling washing over me.
"Mmm." I hum. "This was a good idea."
Namjoon gave me a quick kiss on the forehead and we continued down the street.
"If you see a store you'd like to stop in, just let me know."
I nod.

The both of us finished our smoothies, tossing the empty cups into a nearby trash can.
"You find any stores?" Namjoon asked.
"No. I'm still looking."
"That's fine. I'm enjoying just walking with you." His voice trailed off as his attention was pulled elsewhere.
I noticed a cop car parked ahead, the red and blue lights flashing brightly. Namjoon and I slowly walked closer, seeing a small crowd of people gathered outside a bar. Muffled screaming inside the building became louder as the door burst open, an angry man with his hands held behind his back jerked around. A cop standing right behind the man shoved him forward.
"It's her fault! She was getting on my nerves!" He yelled angrily as he was pushed over to the police car.

My whole body went numb as I realized who the man was. I shook a step back, my eyes wide with pure fear. Namjoon seemed to realize because he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest and holding me as close to him as possible.
"Is that him, baby?" He asked softly.
I nod.
A woman came out of the bar, bruise on her cheek and tears streaming down her face as she yelled profanities. There was a cop beside her, his hand on her shoulder in comfort.
"You hit me!" She shouted at the man in cuffs, pointing her finger accusingly.
"You deserved it you slut!" He shot back.
My body twitched, the mention of that word sending me into a flashback. Namjoon rubbed my back, cradling me as I watched my ex get slammed onto the hood of the cop car, his eyes meeting mine momentarily. I looked away from him, catching a brief glimpse of Namjoon's face. His sharp eyes were narrowed at the man on the car, his jaw clenching as his hold on me tightened. I wasn't looking at the horrific sight in front of me, but I could hear the door to the car close and the sound of the vehicle driving away.

"He's gone." Namjoon assured me.
I pull away just enough to look him in the eyes.
"It's okay, baby." He brushed his fingers through my hair. "You won't see him again."
I swallowed, giving him a shaky nod.
"He doesn't have control of you anymore and he never will. You left him a year ago. He hasn't had control over you for a long time. You can't let him affect you anymore."
I take in a deep breath, nodding at Namjoon's comforting and supportive words.
"You're right."
Namjoon smiled at me. "You know what else?"
"What?"
"You have a much better boyfriend now."
"That's very true." I grin, wrapping my arms around around his neck.
Namjoon leaned down, resting his forehand against mine before giving me a firm and loving kiss to my lips. He pulled away, a satisfied grin on his face.
"I love you, Y/n."
"I love you too."
"Alright. Let's go do some shopping."

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Thank you for all the support you guys gave me on my author's note yesterday. I was pleasantly surprised by the outpouring of positive comments. 💜 You all understood exactly how I was feeling and I appreciate that more than you know.
Sorry to scare you all by making you think I was quitting 😅 I figured the only way to make people listen to me was to give the update an eye catching name.

Anyway, from now on if I see a request commented or posted on my message board, I'm ignoring it. I will not write it. It's not my fault people don't read the request update. I did my best to underline the important parts and put "DM ME" literally everywhere and if people choose not to pay attention, I won't write their request. Simple as that.