Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Gender neutral reader

Summary: You might've finally found your Mr.Right.

Warnings: Two crazy people.

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Landing a final kick on the 'where the sun doesn't shine' part of your now ex-boyfriend, you stuck out the finger.

"Go f- yourself" you said and turned around, exiting one of the most famous cafes in LA.

Again. He cheated on you, just like all your other ex-boyfriends and ex-girlfriends.

"Idiot" you muttered under your breath.

Deja vu hit you like gallons of expired chocolate milk.

"Always the same" you said again. "Liars, cheaters" you mumbled and rolled your eyes, and it was partially the truth, or not completely, maybe.

You got so used to the situation that you were not feeling hurt.

In fact, you were happy after finding out his real character. You know that cheating is a choice. Not a mistake.

And he chose to cheat on you, not because of who you are. But because of who he's not.

"Damn it" you cursed under your breath as you forgot.

Running back to the cafe, thankfully, you still found your ex-boyfriend sitting near one of the tables, discreetly holding the ice pack- that he got from the waiter, on where you kicked.

Sighing in relief, you walked to him with a small smile on your face.

"Jace" you called and he snapped his head towards you.

"The trash gets picked up the morning tomorrow. Be ready" you informed him and walked out again.

Sighing, you placed your phone inside the pocket of your jeans before walking inside the nearest store to buy yourself some gummy bears.

"Well, he's not my Mr.Right" you said to yourself. "He's not Francis Munch or-"

Your words were cut off as you bumped into someone, making you to stumble back a a bit until a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, dreamy eyes staring into your own.

"Sam Rockwell" you finished and blinked your eyes, staring at the man standing in front of you.

A Greek god. He is an absolute Greek god.

"What has 148 teeth and holds back the incredible hulk?" he asked and you chuckled silently with a small smile.

"Your zipper" you answered, and the Greek god let out a smile too, showing off his dimples before checking his wristwatch.

"My magic watch says that you don't have on any underwear" he said.

"Uhm, I'm wearing one" you said and the Greek god in front of you sighed.

"Damn, it must be three hours fast" he said and you laughed out a little before he unwrapped his arms which were around your waist.

Stepping back a little, you noticed where you both were standing. In front of a shelf that had packets- golden and silver wrappers, boxes of different flavors like vanilla, strawberry, bubblegum, chocolate, etc.

"So, did you come here to buy these?" you asked while pointing to the boxes.

"Oh, no. Have a few more left back at my hotel room" he said and you nodded.

"I'm Kim Namjoon, by the way" the Greek god said. "I came here to buy sunglasses for the beach outfit I'm wearing, but I've dropped that idea now" he said with a smile.

"Lee Y/n" you said. "And I came here to buy gummy bears" you added before walking forward and, of course, Namjoon walked behind you.

"Do I have a 'follow me' sign stuck at my back?" you asked while picking a pack of gummy bears and walking to the billing counter.

"No. But your eyes definitely show them" he said and you turned back to look at him after placing the gummy bears on the counter.

"Want to get ice cream?" you asked.

"Want to get ice cream with me as we walk down the footpath?" Namjoon asked back.

Time skip to an hour later~

In one word, stupid.

In two words, obviously stupid.

You may look like a nincompoop to go on an ice cream date with someone you just met.

Still, ice cream is always a good idea.

But even if he turned out to be like all those people in your past, you didn't care anymore.

And you're not heartless. You've just learnt how to use your heat less in specific situations.

"So, my last partner also turned out to be another one of those" you said.

"I broke up with Jace ten minutes before I met you" you finished narrating your dating history, your ex-boyfriends, ex-girlfriends, your first kiss, your first time.

"How 'bout you?" you turned your head to Namjoon's side with the ice cream cone still in your hand.

"Well, they were all one night stands, like how you did when you weren't in a relationship" the man walking beside you shrugged.

"But I dated this girl once" he said. "She didn't like my job, so I broke up with her and I didn't have or want to date ever since" he said.

Nodding your head slowly, you finished eating your ice cream in a few minutes, and so did Namjoon.

"Hey, you wanna go somewhere?" he asked you out of the blue and you looked at him.

"Where?" you questioned and he just smiled before holding your hand gently, running towards where he had parked his 1967 Chevrolet Corvette Sting Ray.

"Definitely my Mr.Right" you said under your breath before Namjoon got you in the car before he got to the driver's seat, starting the engine.

Too tired to talk, you yawned a little before making yourself comfortable on the seat, slowly drifting off to your energy boosting session.

Time skip (again) to 5600 seconds later~

Feeling someone tap your cheek, you squinted your eyes before opening them to stare at a bridge.

The place seemed empty as Namjoon signaled you to come out with him.

"Why are we here?" you asked after getting down the car and walking to the other side to stand near the Greek god who brought you here.

"I'll show you" Namjoon said before walking you to the empty culvert bridge where two men in black tuxedos were standing.

"What-" your words halted as you saw Namjoon taking out, yep, a gun.

'Okay. Cool'

"Woah! I thought that we agreed on not killing each other" one of the guys said as he raised his hands up in the air.

Rolling his eyes, Namjoon turned to look at you who was still trying to process everything.

"Are you going to kill them?" you asked and he tilted his head to the side.

His mouth parted at the feeling of you not wanting it, a gush of worry flooding through his mind at the thought that he made you uncomfortable, or even worse, scared.

"I thought that you were fine with it" Namjoon said once again as the men in front of you just watched the drama.

"I never said that" you stated and he ran his fingers through his hair in a bit of frustration, the gun still pointed at the men.

But he saw something in you. Something no one else could.

That's why, with you, he's someone whom he has never been to anyone else.

And now, he came all this way, only to have you say that-

"Can I kill them instead of you?" you asked with hopeful eyes, like a child asking for candy, bringing back the smile on Namjoon's face.

"Of course, baby" he said before handing you the gun.

"The hell, man!" you heard the middle aged guy say as you held the gun.

"You know how to use it, right?" Namjoon asked and you nodded your head.

"Read a lot about it on the internet" you said before pulling the trigger at both the men, and your eyes sparkled as you saw them lying dead on the ground, bullets put in right through heir heads.

"Wow" you said with a smile as Namjoon got the gun from you, placing it back in his gun holster.

"I knew that you'd love it" he said proudly, hugging you from behind.

"Damn it" you said. "Killing feels so good!" you exclaimed, sighing in refreshment.

"Are you a hitman, Namjoon?" you asked before turning back and wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Yeah," Namjoon replied shortly. "And I also knew that my baby beast always had it in," he added.

Smiling cheekily, you pecked his lips and pulled back a little.

"So, will you let me join you in killing and loving from now on?" you asked and he nodded with a smile, bending forward as he had your face thoroughly kissed.

"Do you want to have kids after getting married, baby beast?" Namjoon asked and you immediately shook your head as a no.

"However we want it," you said. "It's not like we get married only to have sex and children" you stated.

"Ah, look at how well we get along," he said and pinched your cheeks.

Squealing slightly in excitement, you jumped and wrapped your legs around Namjoon's waist, smashing your lips on his.

Literally nothing feels better than being loved by someone who hates everyone.