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summary : namjoon wants your congratulatory message…but you chose to give it to the leader of another group

“Who is this?”

I shot my head up to face a grumpy Kim Namjoon.

I would even be able to smell the jealousy from kilometers away.

“Son Hyunwoo, leader of Monsta X. You don’t recognise him?”

I raise a brow and return my attention to feeding Fishball, our puppy. The nonchalance in my answer ticks him off and Namjoon scoffs obviously for me to hear. I didn’t look at him but I noticed he picked up my phone and started meddling with it.

I narrow my eyes at him for a brief moment before closing the dog food container while Fishball devours the pallets.

I trust Namjoon with my life. Let alone my rose gold device.

“I rephrase my question.” Namjoon scrolls through, something.

“What is this?” Namjoon pushes the picture together with Shownu aside and flashes our conversation on Kakaotalk right in my face.

“My congratulations.” I walk to the cabinet and placed the container to its original spot nicely. “Monsta X deserves it. It’s not like you’re unaware of that matter of fact.” My steps are slow, this time towards him. The text messages we exchanged between each other weren’t that big of a deal to be honest. It wasn’t like I sent Hyunwoo nudes or anything. A word of congratulations wouldn’t harm a hair on Namjoon’s body. I whip the phone out of his hand and attended to the unreplied messages from my colleagues. Namjoon’s gaze was constantly fixed on me, then he looks down upon my answer.

He smirks in disbelief, holding back a sacarstic laugh.

Namjoon swiftly turns and traps my leaning form on the table, his hands on either side of my body. I sense his closeness and put my phone on the table, giving him all the attention he wanted, now coming face to face with him.

“Monsta X. Not just Son Hyunwoo.” His tone lowers and darkens, words coming out almost like a growl when he reached his name. Funny, he makes it seem like I had an intention for congratulating my dear friend.

I fought back an eyeroll and placed my hands on his chest, as if the gesture would help calm him down.

 Well, I hope it did.

 Namjoon shakily lets out the fumes of anger he has been holding and relaxes upon the touch of my palms on his firm chest, fiery gaze still not leaving my clueless face. It did help. I smile at that thought, my endearing boyfriend cooled down simply by my hands on him, gosh, how much did he love me that such a simple action calmed him down.

Love was also the cause of pain. Jealousy. My situation right now.

“Don’t you think about bringing this confrontation to angry sex.” Things suddenly took a turn. 

 That wasn’t what I was smiling about. I looked up at his mad face with doe eyes, hoping to display my actual innocence. I glide my hands over to his shoulder blades, massaging them in reassurance. “I wasn’t even-”

“I’m actually upset.” His tone is nothing but bitter, and his words seep through my skin like venom. I bit down on my lower lip in nervousness.

I hated it when Namjoon gets mad, and stubbornly stays mad, even after I try to soothe him.

“I’m sorry baby.” I place as much emphasis on ‘sorry’ as on ‘baby’, hoping it would have effect on him. I loved him. I wanted to remind him of that. But Son Hyunwoo was my highschool friend and it was the first time his group achieved an achievement as big as this. My hands haven’t left his rising and falling chest. That is until he leaves me at the table, hands fallen to my sides. I press my lips into a line and rocked back and forth on my feet, vision shifting left and right, in search of forgiveness.

“You like him, don’t you?” His words shot like a bullet to the heart and my hands trembled slightly when the pain travelled there.

Right at that moment, all I could ever think of was why he even had that in mind. What exactly sparked that doubt about my love for him? Was I…not loving him good? I was shocked to the ground, baffled between confusion and disappointment.

I gulped, and it was the only thing I could hear. 

I took a deep breath, but Namjoon takes my silence for consent. He shakes his head in exasperation and runs his fingers through his hair, pacing back and forth the living room. His anger smelled even stronger than the jealousy, Fishball runs into the storeroom. “Fine. And,” He rests both hands on his hips in frustration. “I don’t even get such words when BTS achieves such things?”

I wet my lips and furrow my brows. Is that what he’s mad over? Not complimenting him the way I did to Shownu when their respective groups get awards. We both understood the differences between Monsta X and BTS, how his group was way famous and popular than the former—how could he compare? Furthermore, this is Monsta X’s First Daesang Award! It definitely deserved more encouragement and wishes. For god’s sake, I let him fuck me out the whole night when he comes home beaming with pride of BTS’s trophy.

His orbs are slit with unjust and his entire demeanour is pricking at my skin.

I seem to have missed out on something, and Namjoon is catching on quick.

“I understand.” Oh, he seemed to have read my unsaid thoughts.

“But sometimes I’m just tired, okay? My group wasn’t given a privilege as well. We worked just as hard for all these, as the bilingual leader I feel even more burdened with responsibilities and high expectations. And I’ve worked so, so hard-” Namjoon’s thoughts flowed out like a river, and he speaks as if he has been wronged.

 And that was all I needed for me to remember. Namjoon shed his blood, sweat and tears working on the group’s new album. Yet, all he gets in return, is the increase in expectations and the people getting sick of them walking up on stage. 

 I felt the emotions radiating from him—Namjoon was tired, despite being flooded with awards, and he was so stressed, despite being at the top already.

Or maybe that was the reason to the heavy weight of pressure pushing down at his shoulders.

He’s so caught up with spilling his trapped feelings, he doesn’t notice me sprinting to him already.

“And I just-“ I shut him up with a kiss and a tight hug to assure him. That I’m always here. 

For him.

“My actions speak louder than my words.” I wrap my arms around his neck and starting leaving light kisses at his jaw. I know the about the countless nights he stayed up to date finish up an arrangement, or the meals he skipped to correct a tune.

 I know about it all.

“Baby, you did well. You’ve worked hard. And you’re the one and only person I love.” I look him in the eye as I say this, stroking my fingers through his locks.

 “I love you.” I reiterate and peck him on the lips short and sweet.

 Namjoon pulls me to his body like he wasn’t heated at all in the first place and I smiled. 

Returning home to my hugs and kisses, he forgets that it was all he ever wanted from in the first place.

As promised A RM part .
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