Pretend To Be Mine | Namjin FF ✓

mine to love

Namjoon:

I can't help but chuckle seeing Seokjin eating mac n' cheese with a frown on his face. I leaned toward him and pressed a soft kiss on the side of his head. He jerked his head away and glared at me.

"What, baby?" I tried to suppress my smile. He was still glaring at me, his cheeks puffed up with food. He's so damn squishy; seriously, he's my stress relief ball.

"I told you that my ass is off-limits, yet you still fucked me in the shower," he said, munching on his food angrily.

"But you didn't exactly complain, darling," I said, and he gasped.

"That's because you're just so good at it, but I didn't want it, you asshole." I chuckled, pulling him closer onto my lap and kissing his cheeks, nibbling on them softly.

"You like calling me 'asshole,' don't you?" I said, and he looked at me smugly.

"That's my nickname for you, asshole," he said affectionately, just like the way I call him "mi vida."

I can't help but smile. I'm so in love with him; I can't explain what he means to me.

The door knocked, and without waiting for a response, Ruby entered with a smile plastered on her lips. I rolled my eyes. Of course, she's here because my darling told her to give him a tour of the whole compound.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Seokjin:

Today was a truly wonderful day for me. Even though I'm extra sore, everything felt like a dream-a dream where I was the queen of Namjoon's empire.

I thoroughly enjoyed visiting Namjoon's compound. It's almost 10 PM now, and I've convinced Namjoon to watch a movie with me because he has a full ass theater in his palace that he never uses.

"How have you never come here to watch a movie before?" I asked, staring at the big projector and leather sofas that felt more like beds. He even has a popcorn machine.

"I really don't like watching movies," he said, already making popcorn.

"But you did watch movies with me last time, though you didn't bring me here that time. Why?" I asked. Our last visit was so short that I didn't even get to see Namjoon's entire mansion.

I made a mental note to explore the whole place after moving in, which is happening tomorrow. Namjoon's people were already packing my things as soon as we left the compound.

"I forgot. This place isn't really my favorite," he said with a sheepish smile. I giggled as he came to sit with me, popcorn in hand.

"You didn't answer my question," I said, taking a handful of popcorn when he went to the fridge to get drinks.

"I watched movies with you that time because you wanted to, mi vida," he answered immediately. My heart swelled. I'm so obsessed with this man and crazily in love with him, and he only makes me fall for him more.

"So, what are we watching today?" he asked, returning with drinks.

"The School for Good and Evil," I said, already searching for the movie.

"But haven't we already watched it last time?" he asked. I gasped and denied it instantly, even though I knew we had because it's my favorite movie.

"No, I never watched it," I insisted, settling comfortably between his legs as he leaned on the sofa.

"I'm a hundred percent sure we've watched it," he said, wrapping his arms around me. Yeah, he's a hundred percent sure because he's right.

"No, Namjoon. It's my favorite movie, and we haven't watched it," I scolded, turning to glare at him.