Jealous?

Mind Games

"Jealous?"

The one word that started this whole confusing, fucked up ordeal. To Kim Namjoon, this whole thing started out as a game of sorts. But weren't games meant to be fun? So why was he now curled up in a ball on his bed, tear stained eyes glaring at words he had just written in his lyric book to distract himself? Why was the one person that could potentially make things okay, not even around to comfort him in his time of need? And why did he have the horrible gut feeling that it was all his fault?

Maybe because it was.

His day had started out relatively normal. He had woken up with that musky taste of morning breath lingering in his mouth, as usual. Waiting for a few minutes to adjust himself to being awake, he rolled himself out if his single bed, warm feet hitting the cold floor and making him shiver ever so slightly. Waddling into the bathroom, the lanky mass known as Kim Namjoon grabbed his toothbrush and sleepily brushed away the disgusting taste of the morning. After managing to spill some of the soapy water on his oversized bed shirt, he decided that he ought to get changed before greeting everyone. Striding back into his room, he decided on a basic singlet and his everyday jeans. He slid into his clothes, stretching his arms out before heading towards his bedroom door. What he expected to see on the other side of the door consisted of Taehyung and Jungkook in a blanket fort being stupid, Hoseok and Jimin still in their rooms, much too lazy to get up, Jin in the kitchen preparing breakfast, and Yoongi, his Yoongi, draped over the couch half asleep.

But that's not what he saw when he opened the door. No, that's not what he saw at all.

He was more or less right about Jungkook and Taehyung. They were playing in some sort of blanket fort. And Jimin and Hoseok were nowhere to be seen, so he was probably right about that too. No, what he didn't expect, was to see Yoongi, his Yoongi, sitting in Jin's lap. Blatantly in his lap. His Yoongi. No. No, this wasn't right at all. Yoongi was meant to be half asleep, and Jin was meant to be in the kitchen. But the look that Jin was giving his Yoongi made Namjoon want to put a dent in Jin's head. No, none of this was right at all. Nevertheless, he took a step into the living room, sitting next to where Jin was, and letting his head roll lazily onto his shoulder. "Morning hyungs" is all he said, not wanting to give away the fact that he was not pleased. They greeted him quite typically, and the morning continued as per usual. Well, until Namjoon couldn't take it anymore, that is. And that was at about lunch time. He sat next to Yoongi and opposite Jin, chatting as normal. Yet somehow, he found himself bringing up the morning. "So, are we gonna talk about how close Jin hyung and Yoongi hyung got when I was asleep?" and the tone he used could not have been more malicious if he had tried. Though the words that were spoken from Jin's mouth next made him chuckle. "What do you mean, Namjoon?" and Namjoon had never wanted to hit Jin more than he did in that moment. But instead, he decided to fight fire with fire, as if no one had told him what a bad idea that was. "Oh, nothing." Bitterness itched in his throat as he spoke, his gaze that was fixated on Jin soon moving to Yoongi to search for an answer from him instead, since Jin was obviously playing dumb. And the nerve. The absolute nerve of Min Yoongi. "Are you jealous, Joonie?" Jealous? No. No, Kim Namjoon was not fucking jealous. He wasn't jealous of the way Yoongi sat comfortably in his hyungs lap. He wasn't jealous of the way Jin's arms had been wrapped around Yoongi's waist. And he definitely wasn't jealous about the looks they had exchanged in that moment. No, there was no reason for Namjoon to be jealous. And he wasn't. He shook his head at the question. "Nah, I'm not jealous." he hummed confidently, maybe even too certain of himself. And that was the moment that Taehyung had to poke his head in. "Wait, what is this about?" came from a low, muffled voice, that was now poking out from under the blanket fort. And as Namjoon opened his mouth to deny anything, Jin intercepted. "Yoongi and I were cuddling and now Namjoon is jealous" and oh boy, oh boy did he want to get up and knock that son of a- "I'm not jealous." he stated once again. This time, he showed his frustration by shooting a glare in the olders direction. But that didn't last long. The man who had gotten Namjoon so worked up in the first place stood up, and promptly sat back down in Jin's fucking lap. Hell no. Why the fuck was his Min Yoongi sitting on top of Jin? And to top it all off, he then had the balls to turn back to Namjoon, smirk clear as day on his stupid face, and speak. "You sure?" Oh, Namjoon was sure. He was definitely sure. Sure that he wanted to get up and throw Yoongi out the fucking window. But where would the fun in that be? This was all just a game after all. And he wasn't about to lose. Not to Jin, not to Yoongi. Not to anyone. An even clearer smirk was now present on the younger's face as he looked back at Yoongi, tilting his head slightly to the left as if to feign innocence. "Yeah, I'm sure." he hummed brightly, his eyes pushed up into a cheesy grin the moment the words left his mouth. And at that moment, somewhere deep down Namjoon knew that the game had officially started. And boy, what a game it was.