Pretend To Be Mine | Namjin FF ✓

mine to taste

Seokjin:

It's our final day in Korea, and since day one, I haven't had a chance to see Namjoon relax. He's been buried in work non-stop. I've tried reaching out to my friends, but Jimin and Hobi seem so down; those two still haven't sorted out their issues.

Then, the hall door swung open, and in walked Namjoon. My heart ached for him—he's been working tirelessly. Yet, I can't help feeling a bit annoyed with him. Why did he bring me here just to be cooped up in his palace-like home?

"Finally noticed you brought something along," I said, sitting up on the sofa where I'd been half-lying.

"Something? Careful how you speak of my boyfriend," he replied with a smirk, sending my heart racing, then fluttering at top speed.

I think I've fallen for this brooding, rude, yet undeniably attractive asshole. He makes me feel things I've never felt before, gave me orgasms I've never experienced—thanks to his skilled fingers and tongue.

"I'm not your boyfriend," I retorted, but he just gave me a half-smile, clearly not agreeing with me.

"Right, you're my darling, mi vida," he said, taking a seat in front of me, looking like a character straight out of a novel with his all-black attire—black pants, black shirt, and black leather jacket.

"You look like someone who spends their free time killing people," I teased, and his smile widened.

"That's one way of saying I look handsome," he chuckled.

"Your packing's done, right, darling?" he asked, and I nodded. There wasn't much to pack; I hadn't worn any of my clothes in these four days, just his t-shirts.

"I have something for you, baby," he said, pulling out a sleek dark blue case from his jacket pocket.

My heart fluttered in my chest as he placed the case in my hand.

"What is it?" I asked, and he just shrugged.

"Take a look for yourself," he said, and I examined the case. It was long, so it wasn't a ring. Disappointment washed over me.

Did I expect him to give me a ring? What am I even thinking? I don't even know what our relationship is. And here I am disappointed that he didn't give me a ring.

I opened the box with a racing heart, and for a moment, I was blinded by the light reflecting off the necklace.

It was stunning, a small orb adorned with diamonds, with the initials "R" and "M" at its center.

The chain was delicate, and though the initials were covered in diamonds, they stood out prominently, visible from afar.

"What does it mean?" I asked, pointing to the initials.

He smiled as he took the necklace from my hands and pulled me onto his lap.

"It stands for 'Mia Rosa' in Spanish, which means 'my rose'," he said, sliding the necklace around my neck and planting a kiss on my neck.

"How do you know Spanish? Is 'mi vida' Spanish too?" I inquired, fairly certain it was.

"Yes, Mia Rosa, and I not only know Spanish but six other languages," he revealed, and my eyes widened as I turned to look at him.

"Six languages? What are they?" I knew he was intelligent, but mastering seven languages was impressive.

"English, Korean, Japanese, Chinese, Spanish, Italian, Mexican, and a bit of Russian," he listed, and with each passing second, my eyes widened even more.

"Are you even human?" I asked, and he just chuckled.

"These are quite common languages, darling," he said, and I simply shook my head in disbelief.