Pretend To Be Mine | Namjin FF ✓

imagine to be mine

Seokjin:

I was wearing a light blue shirt paired with crisp white jeans, angrily awaiting Namjoon's arrival for our rendezvous.

I'm not too keen on accompanying that man, but since my friends have extended the invitation to him, I feel obliged to join.

Waiting is definitely not my cup of tea either, and he was really testing my patience by making me wait. Ugh, the worst!

The anticipation was building up as I waited, finally the doorbell rang and I was really tempted to give him a taste of his own medicine by making him wait at the door, but my good-hearted nature prevailed, and I decided to answer it. Why? Why I'm such a saint?

I opened the door and there he was, looking absolutely dashing in a light pink t-shirt paired with blue jeans. He truly knows how to rock any outfit.

"Alright, let's roll," I said, motioning for him to take a seat in his sleek Mercedes.

"Aren't you going to invite me to your home first?" he asked, raising a brow. It was quite audacious of him to assume I would invite him in when we were already running so late.

"Nah, I don't want to keep the alcohol waiting," I replied, making my way towards his car. If he's not up for it, no worries, I'll head out on my own. In his car of course if you're wondering.

I could sense him rolling his eyes behind me, but he eventually came around and opened the door for me.

"Oh, right! I never mentioned the Taekook engagement. Are you secretly stalking me or something?" I asked, suddenly remembering his conversation with my friends.

"Yeah, gotta see what kind of human you are," he said, sounding a bit cocky.

"Oh, come on now! I should be the one investigating what kind of human you are, because you're a bastard!" I said bringing out the sass.

"Then why don't you investigate it out, mi vida?" he said, leaving my sassy comeback in vain.

Ugh, it's so frustrating! Seems like I can't outsmart him. He's one clever jerk.

“You know, I have no clue about the address to your friend's place, so you gotta fill me in," he said after a while, as we drove to the main road.

"Wow, did you not inquire into that matter?" I queried, feeling a sense of triumph as I believed I had finally found something to outwit him.

"No way, they ain't my boyfriends," he said with a nonchalant tone, causing me to clench my fists in frustration. I'm so angry!

Suppressing my anger, I shared the address to their house through gritted teeth.

I whipped out my phone and started browsing the internet because I couldn't stand being around him. I needed something to distract myself.

"I ain't your chauffeur, so put your phone away," he grumbled, his unpleasant voice ringing in my ears. I couldn't help but scoff in response.

"I swear, you can't even eat a meal without bothering me," I retorted, forcefully stuffing my phone into my pocket.

"You better get used to this," he said with a smug smirk on his face.

"Why would I? It's not like I'm gonna spend my life with you," I replied firmly, making it clear that I had no intention of being with him.

"You will , baby." He replied, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. 

"You keep dreaming, baby," I replied, mimicking his tone and playfully dismissing his comment.

"What if you catch feelings for me?" He asked, raising an eyebrow playfully.