Blanket Of Lies || m.yg

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"Hyung!" Namjoon greeted Yoongi with a smile.

"Hey, Joon," Yoongi gave him a bro hug before settling on the couch in the living room. "Your Butler almost refused to let me in. You should have seen him! He was wearing his pajamas when he came to the front door," Yoongi chuckled, resting his head on his hand.

Namjoon is filthy rich, as in he owns a mansion and he owns the best things money could buy. Yoongi is the same, but he refuses to live in such a big house, unlike Namjoon. Namjoon is a genius in the tech field, while Yoongi is a genius in the music business. While Namjoon owned a mansion in Seoul, Yoongi bought the top floor of the most expensive apartment complex in Seoul.

"Joon, can you pull up the man's email address?" Yoongi asks as Namjoon sits behside him, laptop in hand.

"Sure, just give me a sec..." Both of the men squinted at the screen. "It seems Mr. Park is a dancer...and he's really good at it." Namjoon comments, scrolling down the several pages of Twitter posts.

Yoongi says nothing and only skims the pictures. One picture catches his eye. "Stop! There, that one," Yoongi points at a picture of Jimin and Violet at a club. Jimin had Violet in his lap and his head resting on her shoulder. Violet is seen mid-laugh when the picture fully loads.

Yoongi looks at the screen, disgusted. "Ugh, that bastard is all over her," Yoongi looks away and let's Namjoon scroll some more.

"Hyung, you're no better. I would say you're worse---" Namjoon says with furrowed brows, "that is, if you had any social media other than Twitter."

"I know, it's just..." Yoongi trailed off and looked away, "nevermind."

Namjoon sighed and continued to look through all of Jimin's social media.

"Hyung, look." Namjoon pointed to a video.

"Hmm?" Yoongi looked at the thumbnail and automatically scowled. "Play it."

Namjoon did as told and watched Yoongi's face become scrunched with jealousy.

"Mine~" Jimin hums after pecking a red faced Violet. Violet smiles and covers her face, embarrassed. Jimin pulls her close and pecks her again. "Jimin!" She giggled.

The video played on a loop. Yoongi grew more agitated and slammed the laptop to the floor, breaking the screen.

"Hyung! What the fuck?!" Namjoon hurriedly bends down to pick up the shards of glass and random metal fixtures that broke.

"You better be glad I have 10 other ones hyung," Namjoon huffs, going to the trash bin in the kitchen.

Yoongi sat in silence. He decided he would talk to her the next day, hoping it wouldn't affect their relationship.

But first, he had to find a way to get to Jimin.