Pretend To Be Mine

mine to have

Seokjin:

Last night was pleasant. Upon waking in the evening, we all had a dinner before returning to sleep.

Today, I woke up at 10 in the morning feeling surprised at how long I had slept.

As I glanced around, I noticed that there was no one beside me, and the bedsheet was pristine, as if untouched.

It seemed he hadn't returned all night. I couldn't help but feel uneasy about it. Why hadn't he come back to sleep next to me?

Nevertheless, I brushed off any concern for him. He's inconsiderate, and I'm not bothered by his absence.

Stretching lazily, I was interrupted by the creak of the door opening.

My heart raced as I watched him enter, carrying a tray of breakfast. No one had ever served me breakfast in bed before, and I found it surprisingly endearing.

"Good morning, mi vida!" he greeted softly, dressed casually in flesh-toned sweatpants and a shirt. He looked remarkably handsome, though words failed to capture it.

"Morning! Did you bring me breakfast in bed?" I inquired, raising an eyebrow, though inwardly I was melting.

"Yes, darling!" he replied, placing the tray on the table and turning to face me, hands in his pockets.

"And how did you know I'd be awake?" I asked, locking eyes with him.

"I just knew, sweetheart. I know everything about you," he shrugged, casually crossing his legs. I couldn't help but admire his effortless charm, despite my inner turmoil.

Why did this man have to be so effortlessly attractive? Like I want to kneel in front of him right here , right now.

I found myself struggling to control my thoughts, feeling like a hormonal teenager.

I was perfectly composed before Kim Namjoon entered my life, and now, a simple shrug of his shoulders has me all hot and bothered.

"Did you stay up all night?" I inquired, partly to shift the conversation and partly out of genuine curiosity about why he hadn't slept beside me, or at all, for that matter.

No I'm not concerned I'm just curious okay!

"Missed me?" he teased, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.

"Ha! Seriously? I was thrilled because I actually got a good night's sleep!" I replied, silently pleading with the heavens that my cheeks wouldn't betray me.

"You definitely missed me, darling," he chuckled softly, edging closer. I could feel my heart rate quicken as he approached.

Closer… and closer still, until I could practically taste the proximity.

"I didn't sleep a wink. Had some work to take care of. And this breakfast isn't just for you, it's for everyone. I didn't realize you were awake. If you hadn't been, I would've woken you," he explained, his breath grazing my forehead. I didn't appreciate his words.

How foolish of me to have hoped he'd brought breakfast for me in bed. I felt pathetic, a surge of frustration making me want to throttle him then and there.

"Of course, because you're the epitome of jerkiness," I retorted, meeting his gaze with a slight tilt of my head, dangerously close to a kiss.

"The breakfast is cooling, honey," he murmured, his gaze darting between my eyes and my lips.

"I've lost my appetite," I confessed, my tongue grazing his lips as I licked my own.

I longed to kiss him desperately, despite my disdain for him. It was as if this could be our final embrace in the world.