Pretend To Be Mine | Namjin FF ✓

mine to touch

Hoseok:

Perhaps I misjudged the situation. It's possible I heard someone who sounded like Jimin, but upon reflection, it couldn't have been him. The constant presence of Jimin's voice in my mind might be due to my affection for him.

Jimin appears so innocent, his sullen demeanor over the past three days revealing the depth of his feelings. It's evident that he's deeply affected by our lack of communication.

Yoongi tends to act impulsively. Could it be that he invited someone over to Namjoon's mansion? Given their friendship, it's a plausible scenario, isn't it?

However, I'm reluctant to accept that my sweet, innocent Jimin could be involved.

"Why were you upset with me, Hobi?" Jimin inquired, his sorrowful gaze melting my resolve.

"I wasn't upset, Minnie. I was simply preoccupied with something. It's all fine now. I apologize for my demeanor earlier," I reassured him, offering a smile. He returned the gesture, leaning against my shoulder.

Upon reflection, I realize I may have misinterpreted the situation. Jimin wouldn't betray me in such a manner.

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Seokjin:

Kim Namjoon should be illegal. The way he leaves me yearning for him, craving his every touch, is downright embarrassing.

The urge to drag him away and fuck him senseless out of my system is so overwhelming. Who does he think he is, acting so unattainable?

I'd fuck with him if he thinks otherwise. Sure, I've made it clear I don't mess around with anyone who isn't my boyfriend, but technically, he is my boyfriend, doesn't he?

Amidst the party crowd, I found myself entertaining all sorts of impure thoughts I shouldn't be having.

But damn it, I need Namjoon like a man dying of thirst needs water. His eyes met mine, and that smirk of his confirmed he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

I clenched my fists and strode toward him, determined that he should rectify the mess he's made. As I approached, he received a call, quickly activating his Bluetooth speakers to answer.

I sighed impatiently as he stepped aside to take the call, his brow furrowing and jaw tensing as he conversed with the caller. Once the call ended, I approached him.

His demeanor softened into a pleasant smile as I neared him.

"You can't treat me like this!" I exclaimed, my voice barely above a whisper as I stood before him.

"What have I done, darling?" he inquired, pulling me close with his arms around my waist.

"You can't make such statements and then do nothing about them," I asserted, my gaze drifting over his features, feeling the firmness of his abs against me.

"Do you want me to take action, baby?" he murmured, his voice so compelling that I felt a shiver down my spine. The tension between us had been building since we met.

"Yes," I whispered into his ear, feeling an urgent need for him to do something, or else I might lose my mind. The sexual chemistry between us was undeniable.

"Do you truly desire me to touch you and have you crying out my name?" he teased, his arm holding me firmly in place.

"Yes, please, Namjoon," I pleaded. If he wanted me to beg, I'd beg for him. That's how much I desired him.

"But you said, baby, that you wouldn't give yourself to anyone but your boyfriend," he remarked, a hint of smugness in his tone.

I berate myself for uttering those words and then craving him so intensely.