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Like a parent of a group of rowdy teenagers, Jin managed to get us all into the dining room to eat dinner, all the while scolding the boys for laughing at Namjoon's expense. Conveniently forgetting that it was he himself that had proudly proclaimed to have found the album in the first place.

When first entering I had moved to sit next to Taehyung but shaking his head and appearing nervous, Namjoon had escorted me to sit between himself and Jin, for some reason. I'll have to ask him about it later.

The food was incredible, as I thought it would be since I'd gotten to try Jin's cooking before in Namjoon's lunchboxes. There was so much of it that I wondered what he was thinking, making such a feast, but then the guys practically inhaled all of it before moving onto the dessert I'd brought, and that answered that question.

After all that and the cleanup they'd pulled out Monopoly.

It was, to say the least, chaotic.

Every single time Namjoon rolled the dice he knocked everyone's players and buildings off the board.

Jin only ever seemed to land good rolls and was soon rolling in fake cash and cockily counting it in front of everyone.

Every other turn somehow had Jungkook and Jimin in jail.

Whenever he was able to get more cash or buy a new property Hoseok would jump up and perform a cute dance while laughing, that always had me giggling but everyone else acted as though it were normal and paid it no mind.

Yoongi was doing really well until Taehyung casually destroyed all of his success with a few moves, all with a calm smile on his face. After a dramatic scream from him, he stayed grumpy for the longest time.

Speaking of Taehyung, he was really good at it and tended to get lucky most of the time but was quieter than the others and never boasted.

Then the game changed and soon Jungkook had somehow turned into a powerhouse that sucked everyone's wages when he completed a set and started building it up. Naturally I was the first victim of this set up, and immediately went bankrupt and dropped out of the game, quickly followed by Yoongi and Hoseok. I couldn't help admiring how cute Namjoon ha become after this, the possibility of winning had his award winning (award winning in my head) dimples out and he was bouncing in his seat, screaming when he thought he might lose something and giggling when he managed to complete his turn without going bankrupt.

Next to lose was Jin, who, even though a dramatic "NOOOO!" had escaped him, I thought he'd taken it well. Until: "You might have beat me in the game, but you'll never beat me in life. Not while I possess this face."

Everyone ignored him.

All except for me, who nodded in agreement. I mean, I couldn't argue with that. The other guys weren't ugly, not in the slightest. They all go to my school and there's clearly something in the water there that magically makes everyone good looking. Everyone except for me, of course. Naturally.

But Jin is distractingly beautiful in a way I've never been able to ignore. That isn't to say I don't find Namjoon the most attractive. I absolutely find him the most attractive. He's the cutest and the sweetest and the smartest and he likes me back. Aside from the fact that he's a giant pervert, he's perfect. But Jin is just...damn.

Was what I was thinking until I felt a pointed jab in-between my ribs where I was most ticklish. A shriek escaped me at the same time Jimin let out a frustrated roar so no one noticed my own scream. Namjoon's glare meets mine when I round on him for assaulting me. He's glaring? What the hell did I do?!?

My attention is quickly diverted to Jimin, now unexpectedly furious, as he pounds a fist on the table. "Dammit Taehyung, I thought we were friends!" Come to find out Taehyung had drawn a card that had transferred all of Jimin's properties to him. I was thinking Jimin's initial reaction was too dramatic until his next words. "Fuck you in REAL LIFE!"

His unexpected fury and pain had brought back the light to Yoongi's eyes. Jungkook was smirking evilly for a split second before I met his gaze and his expression quickly changed to one of sympathy. Taehyung wasn't fazed at all by Jimin's anger or actions and simply counted his new money, before mercilessly tossing Jimin's now useless pawn back into the empty game box.

What is wrong with these people?

And why the hell is Namjoon glaring at me like I kicked his puppy?

I send a questioning look in his direction again and in response he jerks his chin towards the door; a quiet invitation to speak with him in private.

The guys are so caught up in either destroying each other in the game or watching said destruction that we're able to slip away unnoticed. Once we're out in the hall and Namjoon is leading me up the stairs is when I realize how loud it had been in there. My ears are still ringing uncomfortably by the time we step into a bedroom upstairs.

"Is this your room?" he nods in answer to my question as I inspect my surroundings curiously.

It's very...Namjoon. Purple walls, a pc in the corner, a messy bed, a closet with one broken door set aside, and books upon books is what makes up his bedroom. What catches my attention the most is a box of broken things on the dresser. So I go to investigate, only to find the broken headbands and snow globe he'd been forced to buy after breaking them on our first date.

"Why did you save these?" I ask as I pick up both pieces of the cat headband and hold them together, as if the action would meld the broken object into one again.

"They're from our first date. That makes them important."

The idea is sweet (even if I find it a bit silly to save garbage) but I can't pass up the opportunity to tease him. "Namjoon, this is trash." I answer with a laugh and turn, only to find him regarding me with a serious look. "What?" I falter, confused by the expression.

"Do you like Jin?" he suddenly blurts.

"Yeah?" I answer but it sounds more like a question because I have no idea where this is coming from.

His eyes grow dark.

Wait, what is he doing?

"More than me?"

I freeze, my mouth slightly open. "Wait." slowly I move to put the broken pieces of the headband back into the box before turning to face him again. "WHAT?" Maybe that came out a tad more shrill than I meant for it to.

"You heard me." his arms crossed defensively. And his eyes! His eyes are doing that thing again! That thing where I can't recognize him as simple, sweet Namjoon anymore. Now he's turning into that wolf who wants to annihilate people and lick my neck.

Why would I think about that right now? The thought brings back the memories and the memories make me feel flustered and turns my face pink. This turns out to be NOT a good thing because Namjoon takes it completely the wrong way.

"Why are you blushing? Are you thinking about him right now?"

I don't even remember what we were talking about at this point. I'm so confused and now I can't stop thinking about Namjoon's tongue and his rock hard biceps and his too interesting chest and the right words aren't coming to me to offer him as an answer. Fuck my life.

"No. Of course not." I finally get out and sigh tiredly. "Namjoon what the fuck are you on about right now?"

"Then why are you blushing!" he abruptly yells, causing me to flinch.

What the hell is going on and who the fuck does he think he is? Did he just yell at me? The thought hurts my heart because before today I'd never even seen him mad, but now for whatever reason it's being directed at me. I quickly get over this though as anger rushes to the forefront of my emotions.

"Bitch what the fuck are you yelling at me for?!" I shout back, angry and confused.

How did we get here?

One of Namjoon's eyes starts to twitch freakishly. The fuck? "Don't act like you don't know." he says cryptically.

"WHAT!" I screech. "Stop being a damn drama queen and just tell me what I did!"

Obviously I must have done something terrible to make him like this, even if I have no idea what it was. Something so horribly egregious and painful that he'll never forgive—

"You nodded."

What-

"Huh?"

the-

"When Jin said we couldn't beat him because he was more handsome or whatever it was. You nodded."

fuck.

"You're an idiot." I say flatly. My anger has now risen and settled in my chest and all of it is telling me to punch Namjoon in the throat right now.

He's looking very offended by my insult and begins to say something before I cut him off. "You're seriously going to pick a fight with me because I think Jin is handsome? Is that really what you want?"

He pauses for a moment and then arrogantly answers. "Yes!"

I smirk, a disbelieving huff coming from my mouth. "Ok then. So lets fight. Me first. You've never found other girls attractive, ever?"

His hands come up and move to form a 'time-out' motion. "We aren't talking about 'ever' we're talking about right now!"

"Nooo, no, no, you don't get to deflect!" I argue. "And you know what? What's wrong with it? I just think he's pretty, it's not like I wanna I fuck him!"

"WHY ARE YOU SO VULGAR? And you know what?! While I'm at it, you talk to Carl too much!"

"HE HAS CATS, NAMJOON!"

"What has that got to do with anything?!"

More anger clouds my judgment and I feel my eyes flash dangerously. How dare he question the validity of cats! "It has everything to do with everything! We bond over our cats, I don't have anyone else like that!"

A sound that's a cross between a sigh and frustrated growl rumbles out of his throat. "You have me. I have a cat, too."

"It's not the same and you know it. Besides, I'm allowed to have friends."

"I'm not saying that. I'm saying: He's a pervert!"

I gasp in outrage. "How dare you! Carl is a saint!"

"Y/n, he's kissed more girls than I've shaken hands with!"

"So?"

"So I don't trust him!"

"Leave Carl out of this. He's a saint, no matter what you say." Inwardly I know this is a lie and Namjoon is right. There are two things Carl likes most and it's cats and girls. In that order. And since that's the order, he's cool with me. FOREVER.

"He's a pervert!"

"He's a saint!"

"Pervert!"

"Saint!

"Pervert!"

"SAINT!"

"Stop saying saint!"

"Stop saying pervert! And you-you-" I stumble over my words while trying to find an insult to throw at him. "You're too clingy!"

"You're too mean!"

"You're a weird dog man!"

"I'm rubber and you're glue!"

I clench my fists and glare at him as hard as I can. "How dare you."

"Yeah!" His chin jutting out, his expression is all smug and victorious. "And guess what! You're weirder! Who obsesses over cats this much?!"

"Says the guy who brought home seven! You have more cats than I do!"

"That's your fault."

"How the fuck is that my fault? I wasn't even around!"

"Exactly. I got them to get your attention."

"That's because you busted in my house and started being WEIRD until I had to drug your psycho ass!"

"Maybe you should be more understanding. I can't help the way I am."

"Maybe you should shut the fuck up and take your own advice."

Hands fly in the air as he explodes. "Maybe I should!"

"What! Anyway why the hell are you so jealous?"

"BECAUSE YOU'RE MINE!"

I can't help the scoff that comes out of me. My eyes move up and down him in a threatening manner.

"Bitch, says who? I'm mine. I belong to me. I was mine first and I'll be mine forever. If I want to think someone's pretty, I'll think it, if I want to have a thousand guy friends, then I'm going to, and if I want to date you or dump your ass I'll do whatever I want. You don't have the right to determine who I belong to because I already have an owner. ME."

The atmosphere is heavy and gazes hostile, neither of us willing to back down. My sweet boyfriend is gone and I know I'm talking to this wolf now. This wolf that I've stared down once before, this wolf that adores me and yet wants to possess me.

But I am no one's possession and refuse to back down from this stance.

"You-" he begins but then sighs and runs a hand through his violet hair in frustration. When his hand drops back to his side his eyes bore into mine. "Are so sexy."

.....what? I'm not sure how I'm able to find my composure so quickly after that attack, (not to mention all this screaming) but somehow I manage it and flip my hair arrogantly. "Yeah, I know."

Maybe this reply is a little too Jin-like for his liking because Namjoon's face lowers while his eyes narrow in on my form. Oh shit what do I do now? I don't like this expression; it seems dangerous.

Just as the word dangerous crosses my mind he takes a step forward, his eyes never wavering from their position. "Kitty."

I watch him warily, unsure of his new intentions. "Yeah?"

"Can I kiss you?" he asks lowly, continuing with slow, steady movements in my direction.

"Huh?" I squeak. "No! I'm still mad at you."

My mouth feels dry and I swallow nervously. Despite my rejection he continues his advance, making me feel like we're on one of those nature specials and I'm the unsuspecting antelope drinking from a water hole, unknowingly being stalked by a lion.

"Is that so?" he whispers when he's so close I have to lean backwards to keep my eyes from crossing. "Then I'm sorry."

The edge of the dresser presses into my back as I angle away from him. "You can't just say sorry and think-"

His arms move up on either side of me until both hands come to rest on the painted furniture I've come to find myself trapped up against. Brown eyes stare into my own and his face softens. "You are yours and I am yours. I acknowledge it. But you're my girl," the corner of his lip twitches, "my kitty. That's all I meant by it. You're mine in the same sense that I'm yours. You can't argue that."

Well, when he puts it like that I guess I can't. All I want is to not feel like a possession. Also I have no desire for an overly possessive and controlling man in my life. I've seen enough of those crime documentaries to know that jealousy leads to abuse, abuse leads to murder, and the next thing you know it'll be my story on one of those shows.

Not that I think any of that is likely with Namjoon. But if he killed me, I would be so mad. I'd haunt the hell out of him in spite. He'd probably like it though.

"Fine." I mutter and my palms itch when I see him smirk. "But I'm still mad-"

Then he moves in so fast I blink in shock before recovering, waiting impatiently—no! Not impatiently, I don't want this right now! But the words aren't coming out of me and he moves closer to my lips—

"Hyung!" The door swings open and Taehyung comes bounding in. "It's your turn but then we heard yelling so...oh."

Dear god kill me now.

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Edited 8/31/21