Pretend To Be Mine | Namjin FF ✓

I want you

Hoseok:

Since I came back from Taekook's engagement, I've stayed in my apartment without stepping out even once. For now, I want to be alone and away from everyone in my life.

A month ago, when I was heading to Greece, I was probably the happiest person. But now, I hate it. My trip to Greece has become my worst nightmare. I want to return to my dance academy because dancing is my coping mechanism, but I don't want to face Jimin. After everything, he didn't even try to talk to me or explain himself.

He knew that I liked him, yet he still chose to deceive me. Over the past few days, I've received numerous calls from Yoongi, but I've ignored them.

I was making myself a sandwich when the doorbell rang. I wiped my hands on my apron and went to see who was at the door.

I decided not to open the door when I saw Jimin, but I couldn't stick to that decision. Maybe he has something to say to me.

"Hey," he said with a small smile when I opened the door.

I didn't say anything, just stepped aside to let him in. He walked to the living room. He had been to my house many times before, always making himself at home. But now, it all felt like a betrayal.

"Do you want something?" I asked when we reached the living room. He shook his head.

I nodded and went to the kitchen to get myself a glass of juice. I came back and sat across from him on the sofa.

"I wanted to talk," he said, biting his lip. I could tell from his posture that he felt bad.

"I can see that," I replied, taking a sip of my orange juice.

"Look, Hobi, I'm sorry," he sighed and then looked up. I didn't say anything, just continued sipping my juice.

"I'm sorry for leading you on. You're really a good person. I like you so much; you're a pure soul, but as a friend," he said, intertwining and then releasing his fingers.

"I never liked you that way because I love Yoongi," he continued. I listened without interrupting.

"Please say something," he pleaded when I remained silent.

"What do you expect me to say, Jimin? You played with my feelings, so what's left to say?" I muttered, placing the glass on the table.

"I'm really sorry for that, Hobi," he said, shifting impatiently on the sofa.

"What am I supposed to do with your apology? Will it mend my broken heart?" I replied, exasperation clear in my voice. I was so tired of this.

"Hobi, I didn't know you really loved me," he said, looking down in shame.

"Oh, so you think everyone is like you, playing with other people's emotions?" I responded with a sarcastic, abrupt laugh.

"I'm sorry," he repeated, eyes cast downward.

"Why are you here, Jimin?" I asked, sensing there was more to his visit than just an apology.

"I want you to stay away from Yoongi," he said bluntly, not even pretending he was here to seek my forgiveness.

"And I thought you came here to explain yourself," I said, feeling another sharp pang in my heart. I'm ashamed that I wasted my love on this man.

"Hobi, look, I'm really sorry for what I did, okay? But you can't get together with Yoongi. We've been in a secret relationship for about a year. You can't just take him away from me," he said, making me feel like the villain in their perfect story.

"I didn't beg him to say he loves me. It's him, okay? I'm not taking him away from anyone because I don't like him or you anymore," I yelled, and it was true. I didn't like them anymore.