Pretend To Be Mine | Namjin FF ✓

finally mine

Seokjin:

"At least tell me now where we are going!" I whined for the nth time. This jerk picked me up from my restaurant, telling me he had something important to show me, and now he won't even tell me where he’s taking me.

"Be patient, darling. I'm sure you can wait a little longer," he said with a smile. I grumbled. First, he took me from my restaurant when I needed to be there today because some critics were coming to visit, and second, he won't even tell me where we're going.

My eyes widened when I saw where we were heading. Seriously? He took me from my restaurant, where I had an important meeting, just to bring me to the amusement park.

Oh, I love this man so much.

"You should've told me it's a date, asshole." I glared at him as he parked the car. He just chuckled in response. He then came to my side, opened the door, and extended his hand so I could take it.

What a sophisticated and suave asshole.

With my hand in his, we made our way inside the park. As soon as we entered, I realized there was no one else there. He had booked the entire place just for me.

I remember telling him once that I’d love for him to book an amusement park for us, and he did. This man has an amazing memory, and I'm so impressed and in love with him.

"I promised to fuck you so you scream your heart out on a ride, so here we are, darling," he said as we walked together, his hand wrapped around my waist.

I gasped, playfully hitting his chest.

"Who wants to fuck you on a ride?" I teased, even though I secretly did want to, but there was no way I was going to boost his ego.

"Trust me, it's you, darling," he whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of my neck.

"You should've told me we were going on a date. I would have dressed accordingly," I whined. He had dragged me straight from the kitchen, and I probably smelled like different sauces and food. It wasn't romantic at all.

"Doesn't matter; they won't stay on you for long," he shrugged. I rolled my eyes in response, though my cheeks betrayed me with a pink hue.

"So, where do you want to go first?" he asked as I excitedly looked at the options of rides in front of me.

For the next two hours, I had the best time of my life. I went on rides to my heart's content, screamed out loud, and was once again impressed by Namjoon. He didn’t even flinch while sitting with me, while I felt like I was fighting for my life.

I ate spiral potatoes and cotton candy, bought so many props, and had so much fun. The whole time, the man in the black shirt and blue jeans just admired me. His eyes never left me for even a second, and I felt like the happiest and luckiest person on the planet.

I have the perfect man, and he’s mine. The man everyone else wishes they could have just glances at, he only sees me.

I'm so lucky that I can't even explain it in words.

"I'm tired. Let's go back now," I said, resting my head on his shoulder.

"No, I still have to fuck you," he said with a smirk, gesturing to the Ferris wheel. I rolled my eyes, though my heart skipped a beat.

"Let's go," he said, grabbing my hand and leading me to the Ferris wheel.

"You actually want to have sex here?" I asked, looking at the confined metal space. It seemed incredibly uncomfortable.

He pulled me to his chest and kissed my neck, sucking on it gently.

"Yes, darling," he mumbled, continuing to create a delicious sting on my neck.