Last Girl Alive | Bangtan

38: Jealousy

You stir from sleep,  raising your head gently.  The room is dark and everyone is laying around,  their bodies strewn about in front of the TV like furniture. 

After leaving your room (and making sure that your bed was unoccupied as well) you'd headed to find Taehyung. But it turned out they had all been preparing for a movie night and you were unable to separate him from the rest of the group. Any attempts to do so he easily avoided and you could see he was not ready to speak about it.

Of course the movie had been chosen through a game of papers scissors rock, something which you never won. It hasn't taken Yoongi long to pick out something.

It had been immensely boring. It had consisted mostly of aggressive fighting something that you did not appeal to at all and horribly offensive jokes. Yoongi really had the most uniquely awful taste when choosing movies. It hadn't taken you long to doze off.

You turn around to see everyone else also asleep. What time was it? You first thought compells you to reach for the nearest phone beside you. You switch it on, reading the time on the lock screen: 1:22 am.

Why hadn't they returned to their beds? Had they bored themselves throughout the movie as well? Or just been too lazy to walk back? Or something else?

Anyhow, you can't help but glance at the lock screen wallpaper. The phone turns out to belong to Namjoon. He's captured a beautiful photo of a large oak tree at sunset, just when the swirls of toxic gas seem almost illuminated in their greenery. It was a picture mixed with shades of green, brown and golden yellow and quite aesthetically pleasing. His phone cover was that of a blue koala, something he may have picked up in any gadget store.

You raise your eyes from the bright display light to your surroundings. You don't like the dark but the soft breathing and light snoring of the six men around you make you feel safe and protected. It reminded you of your first days after you'd met them when you'd all slept together in the same room for comfort. It had somehow grown easier to be walls away. Your six bodyguards. 

Wait.  Six? 

You strain your eyes in the dark,  letting them adjust as you pick out the bodies,  trying to identify who is missing.  Right beside you is a warm long comfortable shoulder that served as a good pillow belonging to the one and only Kim Seokjin.  You don't remember at what point of the movie you had fallen asleep but Jin hadn't complained about your weight on him. 

On the couch above you is Yoongi and Hoseok,  couch buddies as they'd come to be.  Both on either end of the couch,  Yoongi's foot halfway up Hoseok's chest as he stretches himself out.  He only slept like that when it was warm,  otherwise he would be curled up taking up one quarter of his bed underneath the blanket. 

You smile lightly as you see Hoseok touch himself gently,  fingers running over his chest comfortingly.  It was his sleeping habit,  he'd explained previously.  He'd been used to being petted to sleep. 

You can make out the small body of Jimin lying in contrast beside Namjoon's long tall structure.  And the last one,  lying with his leg over the both of them,  cuddling a pillow between his arms. Surely,  Taehyung. 

That left only one person.  Jeon Jungkook.  You get up, without awakening Jin,  a dim light in the kitchen drawing your attention.  Aish,  what was the kid doing in the kitchen at this hour?  What time even was it?  How much was he going to eat? 

You step over their sleeping bodies,  hesitating over Hoseok's.  You lightly take his arms in your palm,  relaxing them on his stomach and caress his head gently until he becomes less restless.  Slowly,  he relaxes underneath your caring touch and you stroke him to sleep for a few minutes.