Pretend To Be Mine | Namjin FF ✓

mine to embrace

Seokjin:

As the car drove away from my parents' house, I couldn't help but replay what had just happened.

"You're a devil," I mumbled, looking at the most handsome man I had ever seen.

"I know, mi vida," he said with a chuckle.

"You are a devil. Before you came into my life, I was a good man, a virgin. Now I've fucked in a church and in front of my father." Holy shit, what am I doing? This man has made me the most impure person on this planet, and I can't help but want more of him—all of him.

I felt like a terrible son for taking some twisted pleasure in my father's humiliation, but I couldn't help it.

We reached another one of his mansions, and I wondered how much money this man had. It was no less lavish than his other palace-like homes, with its queue of guards, maids, and butlers.

My mind was still entangled in the mess I had created in front of my father. I wondered what I had done wrong to make him think I was useless.

"Go and take a shower, darling. I'll ask the chef to prepare something for us to eat," he said as we entered one of his lavish bedrooms, placing a small bag I had packed for my stay in Busan on the sofa. He was about to turn and call the staff, but I caught his wrist in my hand.

"I want to sleep in your arms. I don't want to eat anything," I said, exhausted from the mind-blowing sex in my father's office and my own tiresome thoughts.

"Do you want me to shower you?" he asked, rubbing soothing circles on my temples with his thumbs. I hummed at the comforting sensation.

"Mhm!" I replied, closing my eyes in pure bliss as he picked me up in his arms. With Namjoon, I don't feel the need to be a proper, well-behaved man. I just want to let go, lean on him, and let him take care of me. He's slowly becoming my home.

He placed a soft kiss on my forehead and carried me to the bathroom. The tepid water from the shower relaxed my muscles. He removed his own clothes and stood beside me, softly running his beautiful fingers through my hair. I hummed in satisfaction as he massaged the shampoo into my scalp and then gently rinsed it out, his fingers working magic.

He washed my whole body with his delicate touch, his fingers like a soothing massage.

"Did I make you so tired?" he asked, placing a kiss on my wet shoulder.

"You always do," I murmured, leaning against his bare chest.

"But I'm not complaining. I love it," I added, enjoying the sensation of his warm lips on my bare shoulders and nape. He was licking the water droplets from my skin, and it felt incredibly relaxing.

He finished showering us, then wrapped me in a bathrobe and carried me back to the bedroom. He dressed me in his clothes, which were baggy and comfortable. As I looked at him, I wondered how much deeper I could fall for this man. With each passing second, my feelings for him grew stronger, and it amazed me how someone could make you fall so deeply.

A few minutes later, we were snuggled close, my head resting on his chest while his fingers softly rubbed my scalp. It was mesmerizing.

"All my life, I've tried to be a good son," I muttered. These were things I hadn't even told my friends, but he's Kim Namjoon, and I trust him more than my own soul. I wanted to share everything about myself with him. His fingers continued to rub my scalp, soothing me.

"I tried, Namjoon. I really did. I wanted to be what he asked of me. So what can I do if I don't like business and prefer cooking?" I whispered. I knew I sounded pathetic, but my father made me feel this way. As his only son, he should have supported me, but instead, he told me my entire life that I was a useless piece of nothing and questioned why I was his son.