Envy [VNamMin]

9

There was exactly a week left before their MaMa performance and Namjoon wasn't in any condition to attend. The maknae pair had drained him over time. His mind was all over the place. He couldn't think straight, he couldn't focus, he couldn't practice correctly. He messed up his lines and choreography too much. They gave him no space. He was tired of it all.

Jimin had gotten fed up with Namjoon's constant lying and had become more violent and aggressive towards him. Locking Namjoon inside his room. Restricting his movements. Making him eat his dinner in his room away from the others. He'd started to grab Namjoon more, something he rarely did. It was always harsh and would hurt the rapper, but he'd never let the pain show.

Jimin being around Namjoon more kept Taehyung away, which was a relief to him, but it didn't matter either way.

Namjoon sat on the bed tiredly watching the boring program that played on the tv. He could just go to sleep, but he didn't want to sleep with Jimin. The other was leaned onto him, arm wrapped around his waist rubbing his side. "I'm tired.." Namjoon said in a low voice. He was saying it more to himself than Jimin, but the other man had heard and straightened himself to look at him.

"Then sleep." Jimin said.

Namjoon frowned looking down at the hand that was rested onto his leg. "By myself?" Namjoon said.

Jimin always slept with him now. It became unbearable. The maknae didn't know what personal space was at all. Namjoon would wake up in sweat because of how much the other would be pressed against him. The worst part about it was waking up to seeing Jimin.. naked.. (pff, I'd be naked right along with him. I'll show myself out)

Sometimes in the night Jimin would just shed himself of his night clothes and hold Namjoon, leaving the rapper a flustered mess the next day.

".. I haven't done anything to you in days.." Jimin replied.

"And thank you for that, but I'd really like to sleep by myself for atleast one night." Namjoon exclaimed, subtly edging himself away from Jimin.

"Why is that? Don't you like me?"

Namjoon sighed. "I do like you, Jimin, but.. you know.."

"No, explain then. Do I snore too loud? I'll try to stop."

"It's not that."

"Then what? Why do you want me to go?" Jimin snapped.

Namjoon felt the anger in Jimin's words. He was starting to get nervous. He really couldn't handle the dancer's temper right now. He was too tired. It was hard to keep Jimin calm.

Namjoon plucked the dancer's fingers off of his legs and moved to the edge of the bed to leave the room. He felt a harsh tug of his shirt and the next thing he knew he was staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes. "Why do you want to be alone? Answer me." Jimin demanded looming over Namjoon. His fluffy, blonde hair hung over his eyes.

Namjoon couldn't see the craze that struck in them..

"I'm tired. Please don't do this now." Namjoon replied averting his eyes. Jimin gripped the blanket that lied around Namjoon's head. He used it to keep himself from grabbing the hyung's neck. His heart was thrashing in his chest. He tried telling himself over and over to calm himself.. that the person in front of him was Namjoon.. Kim Namjoon..

"Namjoon.. I swear. I fucking.. swear.."

"Get off me, I'm going to bed. I don't have to fucking listen to you." Namjoon replied shoving at Jimin's chest nearly knocking him off of the bed.