Pretend To Be Mine | Namjin FF ✓

It was always you

Seokjin:

I blinked awake, anticipation of a smile fading as my eyes adjusted to the unfamiliar room. Sitting up, I attempted to piece together my surroundings. Last I remembered, I had fallen asleep beside Namjoon in our room. So, where in the world was I now?

Standing, I immediately noticed the change in attire—skinny trousers and a blue sweater that definitely weren't mine. Confusion and frustration mingled as I muttered, "What's happening?"

Approaching the door, I swung it open, only to be met with a startling sight—a plane interior. My jaw practically hit the floor. Across the cabin, Namjoon sat casually on a sofa seat, wrapping up a call as his eyes met mine. "I'll catch up with you later," he told the person on the other end before ending the conversation.

"Good morning, mi vida. How are you feeling, baby?" he greeted me, and I couldn't help but blink in disbelief. Was this guy serious?

"Where are we even headed?" I demanded, scanning the cabin devoid of any familiar faces except his.

"Korea," he replied casually, further fueling my growing anger.

"Why?" I shot back, adamant that he better have a solid explanation. Otherwise, I didn't care—he could instruct the pilot to turn this plane around and drop me back at the mansion.

"Because I have urgent business, and I can't leave you alone in Greece," he explained, rising from his seat and approaching me.

"Are you serious, Namjoon? What in the world do you mean by that?" I exclaimed, taking two steps back.

"I mean exactly what I said, darling," he replied, drawing me closer by my waist.

"And who do you think you are, making decisions without consulting me?" I demanded, frustration bubbling as he simply smiled, aggravating my anger, and planted a kiss on my forehead.

"The last time I checked, I was your boyfriend, sweetheart," he remarked, but I pushed him away, my hands pressed against his chest, though he didn't budge.

"You're not my boyfriend—shut it," I snapped, feeling an inexplicable urge to cry. It felt like he wasn't taking me seriously.

"It's alright, baby," he murmured, enveloping me in his sturdy embrace, his warm breath tickling my ear. His hand worked wonders as it caressed my back through the fabric of my sweater, soothing me instantly.

"You don't understand, darling. You're the focal point for many, and unfortunately, not all of them have good intentions. As a CEO, quite well-known, and you being my boyfriend," he continued in his comforting tone, his hand still gently massaging my back as I nestled against his chest.

"Do you grasp the potential ways they could exploit you against me?" he queried, prompting me to close my eyes and inhale his familiar cologne.

He was painfully right, and I resented it.

"Whose fault is it, though?" I inquired, meeting his gaze as I recalled how he hadn't consulted me before revealing our relationship.

"I wouldn't call it a mistake, darling. It was a necessity," he countered, his hand cupping my cheek, thumb tracing my cheekbones tenderly.

"But why, Namjoon? What about after Taekook's engagement ends? We're merely playing a part for that occasion. What happens when you inevitably leave me? Why subject me to these risks when I wasn't truly your partner?" I voiced my concerns, gripping his shirt tightly as I remained locked in his gaze.

His expression shifted through a myriad of emotions, inscrutable to me, before he silenced my doubts with a deep kiss, lifting me from the ground and settling me onto his lap.