"Come on, Ky. Just once." Namjoon begs me, literally on his knees.

I roll my eyes, looking back at the book in my hands and completely ignoring his pleas. He huffs, snatching the book from my hands and I groan as I try to snatch it back. "Namjoon, for real. Stop playing."

"Kyla, you're always cooped up inside the house."

"Willingly."

"Yeah, yeah. But come on. Have some fun with me. Please let me take you out to this nightclub. I promise I won't ask you to go with me anywhere else for a month."

"Wow, a month." I say sarcastically. "Joon, you know I don't have money like that to just go out anyway. Besides, even if I wanted to, I have nothing to wear and my hair isn't done."

"Throw on a sexy dress and put a wig on." He shrugs as if it's that easy. "You're just making excuses."

"Fuck you, dude. I'm not going." I manage to get my book back and I flip back to the page I was on.

Namjoon sighs, giving up. "Fine. If you need me, don't call me."

"When do I ever need you?" I chuckle.

"Alright, asshole. Try reaching the top shelf."

I stick my tongue out at him as he leaves my apartment. I watch as the door closes and I sigh in relief. I'm not a party person, and he knows that. I'm too insecure to leave half the time, and my idea of a party is on taco Tuesday when Namjoon brings over the ingredients and I cook it. I don't feel like being bothered with people 90 percent of the time with their shitty judgmental ways, which is why Namjoon is my only friend. I'm okay with that, though. He stays out of my face most of the time.

I continue with my book, and the next thing I know, it's almost 11pm. I call it a good reading night as I place in my bookmark in between the pages and closing the book around it. I go into my bathroom, getting my nightly skin care routine done. I pout a little, poking at my small double chin area. It just seems like no matter what I do, I can't shake off this excess weight. It's very frustrating, and it has definitely caused me grief and lack of confidence. Looking down, I use both hands to grab my stomach as I now look up in the mirror.

"One day." I say to myself. "This will be gone one day."

I sigh, finishing up my routine before leaving the bathroom. I make my way toward my bedroom where I hear my phone ringing. It could only be Namjoon calling me this late. I'm correct as I approach the phone and see his face on the screen. I answer, regretting it instantly as I hear nothing but loud music in the background.

"Really? Why are you calling me?"

"Can you come get me?" He yells, slurring his words and I'm ready to hang up the phone.

"No."

"Kyla I can't drive and I came alone."

I groan, already moving to the living room closet where I keep my jackets and grabbing a hoodie. "You're an idiot, you know that?"

"Yeah." He laughs loudly. "I'm at Destiny."

"Give me 15 minutes and go sit somewhere outside, near the entrance."

I end the call and groan. The last thing I wanted to do was leave to go pick up a drunk Namjoon. I just wanted to lay down, watch a movie, and eat ice cream. He's fucking up the peace.

I slip on my sandals and grab my keys, trying to be as quick as possible so I can get back home and relax. It takes me about 12 minutes to get to the club and I'm even more irritated seeing that Namjoon is nowhere outside. I call his phone to no answer, so I know this dude is still inside. I call 4 more times to still get no answer, so I suck up all my pride, throw my hood up, and get out of my car to get to him.

I'm able to get into the club after explaining to the bouncer that I'm only here to pick up someone. I want to sink into a hole when I realize that people are staring at me. I hate this feeling and it makes my skin crawl.

After roaming this hot, sticky club for what feels like ages, I finally spot Namjoon. He's sitting at a table with some girl on his lap. She's got the most annoying high pitched giggle as she's feeling all on his biceps because he decided to wear a black tank. I approach them and clear my throat as loud as I can so they can hear me.

"Ky, hey!" He says excitedly, nearly throwing the girl off of his lap.

It's so hard for me not to laugh at her reaction, so I hide it by smiling softly at Namjoon. "I told you to be outside."

"I got cold." He shrugs.

"Nobody told you to wear a tank either."

"Why is she talking to you like that?" The visibly drunk girl asks, standing and clinging to Namjoon's side.

I just laugh, rolling my eyes. "You're in my business; don't do that. Joon, let's go."

"Don't go." The girl pouts. "Look at me and look at her. Are you really gonna leave with a fat girl?"

I answer for him, pulling him to me and making the girl stumble. "Yes, he's leaving with a fat girl. How does that make you feel, hm? Now go hoe around over there somewhere because he don't want you."

Before she's able to say another word, I'm pulling Namjoon through the crowd of people to get outside. We have to leave before I end up slapping a bitch. When we're outside, I take the biggest breath and let Namjoon go to walk freely.

"I like when you talk like that to people. That was hot." He smirks.

"Hush. Get in the car." I groan. "I'm salty with you."

"Oh, come on." He says. "You love me."

I start my car, driving away from the club. "And it's because I love your dumb ass that I came to get you. So you got me in the club like you wanted. Congrats. That means you can't ask me shit for a month."

"No," He drags out. "that doesn't count."

"It does to me. I was comfortable at home."

"Yeah right." He yawns. "You were staring in the mirror, mad at your face."

I hate that he's right.

"Well if I was fit like you, I wouldn't be mad at my face."

"You can be, though."

"We're done with this conversation. You're too drunk and my patience is running thin."

"But you're talking to me. I only hear you talk this much every once in a while."

"Don't get used to it."

"Let's do something crazy." Namjoon smirks in the passenger seat with his eyes closed.

"No, I'm not going sky diving." I shoot down.

"Just one time."

"No."

"Then let's do something else crazy."

"No."

"I'll tell you tomorrow when I'm completely sober. I know you'll say no, but it's more of a beneficial proposition. So I have hope."

I stay silent the rest of the way to my apartment. I'm curious about this so called beneficial proposition, but I'm lowkey hoping he forgets so I don't have to do anything at all. With Namjoon, there's no telling what his mind is cooking up. I'm always quick to say no, but I at least hear him out.

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Welcome to the first chapter of Adult Movies! I know, I know. Why the hell am I writing this when I have a million other things I'm working on? Well, my brain is a weird complex lil shit that gets writers block for one story, but starts to conjure up another story in the process. So here we are with a second Namjoon story. I will continue to work on the things I already have, but I have to get this idea out before I forget it & deprive you all of quality content.

This story may star other BTS members & idols, or be another Namjoon solo. I'm not sure yet. And if I do have other people in it, they will just be making cameos. This story will be short, no more than 20 chapters. Sorry it won't be longer than that but this is one of my ideas that won't need to be dragged out because the premise is straightforward.

Also, Kyla is a plus size woman. I, being a plus size woman myself, realized that there are no stories that represent us. Not even my own stories represent what I really look like. So I've decided to create her in the likeness of my own image. She has rolls, jiggles, stretch marks, thick thighs, & a tummy. And she is beautiful, even when she doesn't realize it. So yeah. To all my fellow big girls, this one is for us!

Uh, I think that's all I have to say? Lol sorry this first chapter is so random. It's just a quick look into how they are with each other. The next chapter, we're just gonna jump right in & you might get whiplash. So please stay tuned. Thank you so much for reading this & putting up with my sporadic writing moments! 💕💕💕

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