Pretend To Be Mine | Namjin FF ✓

mine to admire

Seokjin:

Hobi seems very sad, and it troubles me deeply. Yet, I don't know the root cause of his sadness entirely.

Perhaps he's grappling with the belatedness of confessing his feelings to Jimin. However, the reason which is making him sad is making him to appear aloof and detached. It always happens when he goes through heartbreaks.

This pattern isn't unfamiliar; every breakup sends him retreating into his shell, and there's in nothing we can do to coax him out.

My heart aches witnessing his pain. I yearn to understand what burdens him so, for none of the individuals, regardless of gender, whom he has dated, have proven themselves worthy of his affections.

He's truly a gem, deserving to be the focal point of someone's world. Until Jimin, no one seemed to fulfill that role. So, why this sudden downturn in his demeanor? It remains a mystery to me.

I broached the subject with Jimin, only to be met with assurance that they haven't fought. Then, what could possibly be bugging him?

"Oh, why are you flying solo today?" I inquired, spotting Jungkook beside me.

"Tae's taking a shower," he replied, snagging an apple.

"And you didn't join him?" I quirked an eyebrow, stirring the mushroom soup I'd been craving. Honestly, the chef here are really good but I crave for my own cooking.

"Hyung, we don't always shower together," Jungkook frowned, biting into his apple.

"But you do," I remarked innocently.

"Whatever," he rolled his eyes.

Thankfully, the venue has been chosen.

"Kookie, when did you realize Tae was the one for you?" I asked, although I'm not entirely sure why. Perhaps I'm seeking clarity amidst my own tangled emotions.

"Since birth," Jungkook responded, a sentiment that rings true considering their inseparable bond.

"Why ask? You have Joon hyung," he pointed out, eyeing the pot with anticipation.

"Don't drool; it's almost ready," I teased, rolling my eyes at him.

My thoughts again gravitated towards Hobi. It pains me to see him belittle himself. He's a gem, yet he can't recognize his own worth.

As if tuned into my thoughts, Hobi entered the kitchen. My heart twinged at the sight of his reddened eyes, as though tears had recently fallen.

"Who swiped your Sprite, hyung?" Jungkook quipped upon seeing his disheveled appearance.

"Shut up, Kook!" I shot him a look; not everything needs to be turned into a joke.

The soup was ready, so I divided it into three bowls, handing two to them and keeping one for myself.

Just then, Jimin strolled in and sat beside Hobi.

"Mushroom soup, yum! Hobi, can I have some?" He asked, settling next to Hoseok.

It seemed normal; if there had been a fight, Jimin would also be upset. But he appeared unfazed.

"Ask hyung to share with you; I'm not in the mood," Hobi said, and Kook and I exchanged glances. Hoseok never denied Jimin anything. Something was off.

Jimin was visibly taken aback. "Please, Hobi, won't you share with your Jiminie?" He pleaded, clutching onto Hobi's arm with puppy eyes.

"Fine, Jimin, take it," Hobi snapped irritably, standing up and storming away from the kitchen, his eyes welling up again.