Pretend To Be Mine | Namjin FF ✓

mine to stare

Seokjin:

We arrived outside Namjoon's mansion, grateful that we didn't have to face the paparazzi, as we landed directly at Namjoon's private airport.

I suspected that whatever had brought him back was highly confidential, as he seemed reluctant to share any details. I didn't press the issue; I preferred to keep out of his business.

The staff cast curious glances my way as I passed by them. Perhaps they had seen the news about their boss, but Namjoon's protective grip around my waist seemed to convey that I held significance to him.

Upon reaching the living room, Namjoon's phone buzzed with an incoming call. His demeanor tensed as he checked the caller ID, and reluctantly, he excused himself to take the call.

"Baby, go and get some rest. I'll join you shortly," he instructed before answering the call.

A middle-aged woman approached me with a warm smile and bowed politely. I returned the gesture respectfully.

She led me to a spacious room, undoubtedly belonging to Namjoon. Once inside, I dismissed her, opting to take a shower. Emerging in a soft grey bathrobe, I felt refreshed.

I sifted through my luggage, which I assumed Namjoon had packed while I slept, trying to decide what to wear. Then, an idea struck me, and I smirked.

No Fucking , Kim Namjoon huh?

With just a bathrobe on, I sauntered over to his bed and sat down, crossing my legs, causing the hem of the robe to ride up, revealing my legs and thighs.

I busied myself with my phone, waiting for Namjoon. Eventually, impatience set in as I wondered why he was taking so long on the call.

Just as I was about to give up, the door opened. I didn't bother to look up, pretending to be engrossed in my phone. I could feel his gaze on me, moving from my legs to my exposed thighs.

A warm, tingling sensation bubbled up in my lower belly. It felt exhilarating to know he was checking me out.

He took his time, his gaze lingering on me before finally speaking. His voice, like warm honey, sent shivers straight to my core, intensifying the heat between my legs.

"Why aren't you wearing clothes, Seokjin?" he asked, prompting me to finally look up from my phone.

He proceeded to lock the door.

"I want you to fulfill a promise," I said, adopting a business-like tone.

He arched a brow, still standing there, his gaze tracing from my legs up to my face.

"You said you'd give me a massage because I'm so tired," I reminded him, a hint of amusement playing on his lips as he nodded in acknowledgment.

I never realized how attractive it could be for someone to toss their coat on the sofa and roll up their sleeves until now.

He disappeared into his bathroom briefly, returning with a bottle of body oil in hand. Despite being dressed in dress pants and a white shirt— the same outfit he wore on the plane—I was certain he was as exhausted as I was. Yet, he didn't mention it as he approached the bed.

Leaning in, his hands skillfully undid the knot of my robe. My breath hitched, and I fought the urge to pull him into a kiss, but he pulled away.

"Turn around, darling," he drawled, and I nearly let out a moan. Why did this man have to be so irresistibly handsome and commanding?

I rolled onto my belly, and he joined me on the bed. His hands found my shoulders, sliding the robe off with a tantalizing rush of excitement coursing through me.