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.
"For the food?" he inquired, knowingly teasing. Of course, I didn't want to eat the food, but there were other cravings like he and I could indulge in...
"I loathe you, you know that?" I declared, my gaze fixed on him.
"Of course, mi vida," he replied, his lips forming a smirk while dimples creased his smooth cheeks.
Before I knew it, I was wrapped in his embrace. I hastily wrapped my legs around him, and in an instant, our lips met in a passionate kiss.
The kiss enveloped me in a whirlwind of emotions, fulfilling a longing deep within me.
Namjoon's lips possessed a captivating allure, unlike anything I had experienced before.
Each moment was a revelation, igniting sensations I never knew existed. With every press of his lips against mine, I found myself surrendering to an intoxicating ecstasy, relishing the intensity of the connection.
His assertiveness in the kiss was enchanting, a mere glance from him enough to seize control of the moment.
The gentle touch of his hand on my waist added to the enchantment, sending shivers down my spine.
Every aspect of the embrace was perfection—the intertwining of our lips, the playful dance of our tongues, the reassuring grip I held on him—it was a symphony of desire.
Yet, as my yearning grew, so did my frustration at the interruption. Just as my hands traced his chest, the door swung open, abruptly halting our moment of bliss.
Taehyung's hurried entrance shattered the spell, his words tumbling out in a breathless flurry.
"Sorry to intrude," he began, stumbling over his words, "but Namjoon hyung, you mentioned we needed to leave for the engagement site inspection in fifteen minutes."
Reluctantly, I tore myself away from Namjoon, my body trembling with unfulfilled desire. I couldn't help but feel a surge of irritation towards Taehyung, wishing I could direct my frustration at him.
"Right, let's go," Namjoon responded, and I suppressed the urge to protest like a petulant child.
"You taste divine darling!" Namjoon's whispered compliment lingered in my ears, flushing my cheeks crimson with embarrassment.
Taehyung's gaze met mine, and I knew he could sense the brewing storm of frustration within me.
Why had I allowed myself to succumb to Namjoon's allure?
Why did I crave more of him, despite knowing the complications it would bring?
I resisted the urge to dwell on these questions, refusing to acknowledge the possibility of falling for him.
But deep down, I couldn't shake the feeling that he might be right—that in time, I would indeed find myself helplessly in love with him.
It was a thought I vehemently rejected, clinging to the hope that I could somehow make him yearn for me instead, make him beg on his knees for me. Yet, in my heart, I knew it was a futile wish.
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I descended the stairs after finishing my meal and taking a refreshing shower. Entering the living room, I found them all there, with Namjoon chuckling heartily at something Jimin had shared. His laughter seemed to strum the strings of my heart, composing a melody that harmonized perfectly with his joy. Oh, how I wished I could bask in the sound of his laughter for eternity.
But alas, such a prospect was but a dream. Despite my attraction to him, and my desires to have him, I wasn't in love with Namjoon. In simpler terms, he was nothing but an asshole, and I had no intentions of spending my life with him.
My attention shifted to Hobi, who wore a perplexed frown, his gaze fixed on Jimin. I couldn't help but wonder about the dynamics between them. Had there been any developments? Curiosity piqued, I approached him.
"Hey, what's on your mind?" I inquired, taking a sip of my coffee.
"Does your boyfriend truly love you?" Hobi's question caught me off guard, causing me to choke on the warm beverage. Such an inquiry was unexpected, especially at this early hour.
"Is that even a question? Of course, he's head over heels for me," I replied confidently, adjusting my hair with a hint of sass.
Hobi's demeanor shifted, his shoulders slumping. I couldn't help but feel intrigued by his sudden change in mood.
"Why do you ask?" I pressed further.
"I noticed a hickey on Jimin's neck, and last night, I saw him sneaking out from the library side. Knowing that Namjoon was up all night, I couldn't help but put two and two together," Hobi explained, his words piercing through me like a dagger, sending a sharp pang to my heart.
Is it true? Namjoon cheating on me? Well, it wouldn't technically constitute cheating since we're not officially dating, but still, the thought stings. And with Jimin of all people. It's plausible though, considering how Jimin seemed infatuated with him ever since I introduced him to my circle of friends.
But if it turns out to be true, I'll be livid with Namjoon. He's been going around telling everyone I'm his boyfriend, so whether he acknowledges it or not, he's committed.
I overheard them making plans to leave, with Jimin tagging along.
"I'll join too," I blurted out, surprising everyone with my sudden urgency, even catching Yoongi's attention away from his laptop.
"You're sure about this, babe?" Namjoon inquired, and I shot him a glare before striding over to him.
"Yes, darling, I'll accompany you," I replied, sweetening my tone and planting a kiss on his earlobe.
"We need to have a serious conversation, Namjoon, ASAP," I whispered urgently into his ear.
He nodded, pulling me closer with an arm around my waist.
"We'll take a separate car, alright, Namjoon?" I narrowed my eyes at him, and he simply nodded, sporting a smile.
Doesn't he feel threatened by me? I'll make sure to assert my dominance soon enough.
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Namjoon:
I'd prefer not to have Seokjin accompany me on this trip; it's not exactly a leisurely excursion. We need to scout out the ideal location for Taekook's engagement.
Why am I going? It's about safety, call it obsession if you will, but I'm determined to ensure Seokjin stays safe. I'll do whatever it takes.
Seokjin seemed troubled about something. The way he was frowning made me want to shower him with kisses, but now wasn't the time or place.
As we got into the car and settled, he turned to me and locked the doors.
"Did you spend the night with Jimin?" he asked, and I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Why would he even think that?
"Is that what you're thinking?" I replied, which only seemed to frustrate him further.
"Listen, Namjoon! If you did sleep with Jimin, I swear I'll kill you," he said, his tone turning serious.
Despite his threats, I couldn't help but find him adorable, even when he's talking about something as serious as murder.
"Feeling jealous, love?" I teased, leaning back in my seat. This conversation needed a bit of patience, and I was entirely focused on Seokjin.
"Jealous? I'm beyond furious!" he exclaimed, making me want to kiss him even more. He's the perfect match for me, my fiery little sweetheart.
"Aren't you just precious, darling?" I remarked, and he sighed before moving closer and settling himself onto my lap. I wrapped my arms around him instantly, feeling a rush of contentment.
"Did you have sex with Jimin?" he asked again, and I had to suppress a laugh. If it weren't for my duty to protect Yoongi, I'd tell him that it was Yoongi, not me, involved in whatever he's associating with Jimin.
"Why does it matter? We're not dating, are we, sweetheart?" I replied, pulling him closer until he was seated snugly on my lap.
I felt his body tense up. It's fascinating how he reacts to me, unable to control himself.
"No, you can't just do whatever you want. You're my boyfriend, and you've declared that to the world. I'm your mi vida," he asserted, filling my heart with contentment.
"And if you ever tried to cheat on me," he continued, his hand trailing from my chest to my neck.
"Then I'll choke you to death," he threatened, wrapping his hand around my throat.
I wanted to burst out laughing, to declare to the world that Kim Namjoon is always right, always choosing what's best for him.
"I'd like to see you try, darling," I responded, swiftly capturing both of his hands in one of mine and cupping his mouth with the other.
He exhaled sharply, his cheeks puffing out as my hands pressed against them, catching him off guard.
Leaning in, I planted a quick kiss on his lips before teasingly nibbling on them, eliciting a wince from him.
"Your attempts at threatening might sway others, but I'm not so easily influenced," I remarked confidently as I ignited the engine, his demeanor now remarkably composed as he remained seated in my lap.
"Just tell me you didn't sleep with Jimin," he pleaded, his expression forming into a pout.
"And what if I did?" I replied, a mischievous grin dancing on my lips.
"Then I'll publicly denounce you as a jerk, and we're done," he declared with a hint of resignation.
"You needn't fret, mi vida. I'm not one to indulge in fleeting desires, and to make you happy, I haven't fuck anyone for over four years," I reassured him, causing his jaw to drop in astonishment.
"Four years? Isn't that quite the stretch? Are you just that bad at it?" he teased, prompting a chuckle from me.
"No, darling, it's because no one has managed to satisfy me," I replied with a smirk, watching as he rolled his eyes skeptically, though I knew he'd soon understand the truth of my words.
I don't know what anyone or even Seokjin think of what we have and I seriously don't care I just know that:
I'm obsessed with him.
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