Pretend To Be Mine | Namjin FF ✓

mine to protect

Seokjin:

If you were to inquire whether I harbor the desire to beat the shit out of Tae and Kookie, my response would undoubtedly be an emphatic yes, repeated a hundred times over.

Who in their right mind goes on a journey spanning 12 to 15 hours merely for a modest engagement? Granted, they may wield considerable influence as a celebrity power couple, but that hardly justifies such nonsensical ventures. What's next, a wedding ceremony on Mars?

Such foolishness!

However, I must express gratitude for the fact that these fools happen to be wealthy, affording us the luxury of a private jet. Thank goodness for small mercies.

Here I am, attempting to catch some shut-eye in one of the compartments, yet luck eludes me once again as Kim Namjoon happens to share the same space, courtesy of him being my boyfriend.

I rue the day I traded my single life for this. My mouth feels parched as I catch sight of him seated before a modest workstation within our compartment.

Rather than facing the desk, he lounges casually with legs apart, exuding an air of nonchalance. My mind drifts to inappropriate thoughts of sitting on his lap and.... Fuck. I shouldn't be thinking like this.

One hand taps away on his phone, while the other leisurely lifts a can of beer to his lips at intervals. I gulp audibly as I observe him, unable to tear my gaze away.

Man spreading should be banned especially for Kim Namjoon.

He ought to consider changing his attire, for his black shirt clings enticingly to his muscled form, with the top buttons undone, hinting at what lies beneath.

The mere thought of his fully sculpted chest sends my imagination into overdrive.

"Quit staring, mi vida," he remarks, his eyes still glued to his phone screen.

What? How did he catch on? I was being so discreet in my admiration, yet he sees right through me, the sly devil.

"Hah! Me, staring? You flatter yourself, Mr. Kim," I retort, feigning disinterest as I shut my eyes.

I can almost sense the smirk playing on his lips, causing a dimple to appear on his cheek.

Ugh, Why must I still see him even with my eyes closed?

I waited anxiously for a response, perhaps a bit too eagerly, but none came.

I cracked open one eye, curious to see where he had disappeared to, only to catch sight of him leisurely stripping off his shirt.

My gaze widened as I took in the sight of his chiseled chest, his well-built frame adorned with those irresistible abs.

It was a spectacle worth losing oneself in; I could have dedicated a lifetime to admiring his physique alone.

"Still not indulging in a good stare, love?" he quipped, seemingly aware of my gaze fixated on him.

Couldn't he simply go about his business while I enjoyed the view in peace?

"What on earth do you think you're doing? Go change in the bathroom," I retorted, a hint of exasperation evident as I formed a pout with my lips.

"Lazy," he shrugged, slipping into a white sweatshirt, much to my relief as it concealed his toned abdomen.

Thankfully, I thought, or I might have been tempted to trace my fingertips over those defined muscles. But at the next moment the breath knocked out of my lungs!

"Hold on a moment! What in the world do you think you're doing, Kim Namjoon?" I exclaimed as he began to unbuckle his belt.

"I believe the plan was to change clothes, love," he replied casually, removing his belt without a care in the world.