Seven | BTS ✓

6

"Mr. Jung, your phone is ringing. It's Namjoon," Hoseok's assistant calls over to him.

"Cut! Be back in five minutes," he yells at the director and steps off the set.

"You don't say 'cut,' I do!" the director calls out, but he ignores him.

When Hoseok reaches his assistant, she hands over his ringing phone with a polite smile.

"Thanks. Go get yourself something to eat, okay? You've been working too hard lately," he says, smiling brightly at her.

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir," she beams.

"Call me Hobi, please," he laughs before answering the phone. "Hello?"

"I just had a threesome," the voice sighs.

Hoseok rolls his eyes and clenches his jaw, the words sending a wave of jealousy crashing over him. He always gets whatever girl he wants, whenever he wants. And Hoseok is stuck here filming a commercial for fucking cologne.

"If you called to brag, then kindly fuck off," he snaps. Why in the world does he always choose him to brag to—the demon whose existence is plagued by the Envy in his core?

"Sorry, Hoseok. I didn't mean to piss you off," he quickly apologizes. "I just need to vent to someone."

"You called me to complain about having a threesome?" Hoseok rolls his eyes again. "Were they that bad?"

"It was fine. Just not... enough," he says quietly.

He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "It never is, Namjoon. Look, I need to go. Please take a shower before coming home. I don't want you to stink up our house again."

"Jealous," Namjoon says.

Hoseok immediately hangs up on him. He knows how much he hates being called jealous. But it's true. He is.

He's jealous of everyone. Everyone has something that he doesn't have. Even if he doesn't necessarily want what they have, he still has an overwhelming sense of Envy coursing through his veins.

It's like he wants to feel what they feel. The happiness of the couple in love. The excitement of the man who just got a raise at work. The ecstasy of someone who has a one night stand.

He's not Taehyung. He doesn't want to have everything. But he's plagued to notice every other person's good fortunes as he gets nothing.

Taehyung wants everything he can possibly get. But Hoseok, he just wants things solely because other people have them.

It's mostly about the emotions that they feel when they have something special.

And that's what makes him jealous.

Because all he has ever felt, all he will ever feel is his deadly sin. It's a curse.

He's never content. Always finding himself watching others, wishing he had what they have. A kid gets an ice cream cone and suddenly, it's the best day in their life. Why can't he ever feel that way?

"Hoseok! We're on a schedule!" the director yells.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm coming," he groans as he hands his phone over to the person closest to him. "Go give that to my assistant please."

"Sure," the man says, walking over towards the snack table.

As Hoseok gets back onto the set, he finds that he's completely distracted, as always. He watches the people around him and his mind collapses on itself as he's forced into a mess of Envious thoughts.

That outfit makes that guy look really cool. He wishes he had it.

That woman is flirting with one of the cameramen. Hoseok wishes she was flirting with him.

The director is bossing everyone around. He wishes he was in charge.

"And... action!" the director yells and he snaps himself out of it and recites his lines.

Being an actor has its perks. It lets him pretend to be whoever he wants to be. He can be someone else. Someone better.

After a few more takes, the director is finally satisfied enough to let him go home.

"My phone please, Mina!" Hoseok calls out.

"Your little assistant went to get your car for you. She told me to give you your phone," a burgundy-haired woman says, placing his phone into his hand.

Hoseok looks over at her and he's floored by how beautiful she is. Her skin is porcelain-like, glowing softly under the harsh studio lights. Her hair is caressing her shoulders in light waves, the burgundy hair accents her skin color perfectly. Maybe he should dye his hair that color instead of the orange hair he has now. It looks so good on her.

"It's rude to stare, handsome," the woman smirks at him and he immediately blushes, embarrassed that he let himself get lost in his mind in front of someone else.

"I'm sorry. You just... Hey, you actually seem familiar. Have we met?" Hoseok frowns as he takes another look at her.

It's like he knows her, but there's something about her that's different.

She smiles, her green eyes twinkling. "Green eyes suit me so much better than black, right?"

His eyes widen before she turns and walks away without another word.

"Wait!" he yells and follows close behind her as she weaves her way through the crowd of people in the studio.

"Sorry, Envy. I have other people to see today," she looks over her shoulder and winks. "Try not to get too jealous, okay?"

And then she disappears into the crowd. He looks around wildly, trying to find her, but she's gone.

Hoseok grabs his phone and dials the first number he can think of.

It rings for a long time, but then he finally picks up right before it goes to voicemail.

"Hmm?" a tired voice says.

"I just saw... I-I mean I think I saw... it looked like... but she... She... My real name... sh-she..." Hoseok stumbles over his words, completely unable to string together a single cohesive thought.

"Are you on drugs?" the voice asks.

"Yoongi, it was-"

"Um, I have to go. Someone's here," he says and hangs up before he can warn him.