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It isn't just Yoongi that gets jealous sometimes, Namjoon does too.
Though, it's usually a lot more than just 'sometimes', and when it does happen, Yoongi just thinks it's just him being bratty. But it's only other hybrids Namjoon gets jealous of because Yoongi's a good-looking man, he's successful, he knows what he wants in life.
He's also Namjoon's, and no one knows it.
While Namjoon has a collar to prove that he belongs to someone, that he belongs to Yoongi, the elder has nothing. And it probably upsets the kitten more than it should, but he's really worried some prettier hybrid will come along and take Yoongi from him.
Because it's happened before with past owners. He was never pretty enough for them or too demanding of their attention.
Yoongi's the only one who's put up with him, the only one that really wants to be around him and doesn't mind giving him his attention most times. So of course Namjoon is going to worry about something bad happening that includes him losing his current owner.
But he can't help that he gets jealous, especially of other hybrids.
He's friends with Seokjin's hybrid, Jungkook, and he's friends with Taehyung and Jimin, the two puppy hybrids that belong to Hoseok. They've been friends since they were all in the shelter together, but Namjoon fucking hates it when they get close to Yoongi.
He hates when Yoongi comes home smelling of them.
He hates that, right now, Jimin and Taehyung are practically all over Yoongi.
Both Yoongi and Seokjin have the weekend off work, and Hoseok doesn't work on weekends anyway, so they all decided to meet. And Namjoon doesn't like being the voice that speaks against everyone, so when Yoongi had told him they were all going to meet, he had no choice but to smile and tell him that he was happy to see them all again. However, he's everything but happy at this very moment, glaring daggers at Jimin and Taehyung when they finally get Yoongi to play with them.
It doesn't go unnoticed.
"Hyung," Jungkook says, gently nudging Namjoon's side to get his attention. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"Hyung, I know something is wrong. Please tell me?"
Namjoon glances to Yoongi, who's still playing with Taehyung and Jimin, then back to Jungkook and frowning, ears pressing flat against his head. He doesn't even have to tell Jungkook what's wrong because after seeing the way Namjoon had looked at Taehyung and Jimin, the bunny already knows.
"Maybe you should talk to him about it."
"No, that's stupid."
"When I get jealous, I speak to Seokjin-hyung about it. It helps a lot!"
"It might help you to talk about it, but that doesn't mean it'll help me," he mutters, then gives Jungkook a small smile when he sees him frowning. "Sorry. But thanks anyway, Jungkook."
"You don't have to thank me, hyung! Now come play with me because I haven't seen you in a long time and it'll take your mind off things!"
"Only if you promise to keep this a secret from Yoongi-hyung."
"Duh, of course!"
Jungkook keeps his promise, which Namjoon is very thankful for.
However, Yoongi still finds out about how Namjoon feels when he's around other hybrids. Because Namjoon had made Jungkook promise not to tell Yoongi, but he hadn't said anything about telling Seokjin.
He just forgot that Seokjin would eventually tell Yoongi.
And when he's told, Yoongi just laughs it off and tells Seokjin he's being stupid because Namjoon isn't the type of hybrid to get jealous, he has no reason to. Yeah, he might want his attention a lot and he might get bratty, but Yoongi's never seen him get jealous.
So even just the thought of Namjoon getting jealous makes him laugh.
Now, it's been almost a week since Seokjin had told him about Namjoon getting jealous, but he still doesn't believe it. So when he walks into the apartment, late at night, with the scent of another hybrid on his clothes, he doesn't think anything of it. To himself, he smells normal.
Actually, he smells a little gross from sweating so much, but that's it.
Namjoon comes out of the room to greet him, a big smile on his face. But it disappears the closer he gets to Yoongi and he stops halfway to him, just staring at the elder even though Yoongi has his arms open for a hug.
"What? Do I have something on my face?"
"No, it's just- you don't smell good."
"You don't usually care."
"I do-"
"Fine, I'll go shower," he sighs, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it on to the couch. He even tries to kiss Namjoon's cheek, but the kitten just quickly moves away and stares at him with what's clearly an unamused look.
And Namjoon just keeps staring at him until he disappears into the bathroom. Once he hears the shower running, he reaches over to grab the jacket from the couch so he can actually smell it.
It's bad when Yoongi comes home smelling like Taehyung and Jimin, or even Jungkook.
But to have him come back home smelling like a hybrid he doesn't know just makes the jealousy bubble up inside him even more.
He throws the jacket back on to the couch and then goes back to the bedroom, immediately climbing into bed to try and clear his thoughts. He even tries to go to sleep because he thinks that might help, but he can't get all the stupid thoughts out of his head.
What if Yoongi had been meeting with this hybrid for a while now and was planning on leaving him?
Was he bored of him?
Was Namjoon too much for him to handle?
Oh god, maybe that was why he had started to work later. He was annoying him too much and the only way to get away from him was to work more days and more hours.
Namjoon has these thoughts for at least half an hour, the sheets pulled up over his head while he sobs softly because Yoongi's going to leave him. Yoongi's gotten bored of him and he's going to leave him and he'll be alone again. He's so caught up in thinking what could happen that he doesn't hear the shower switch off and then their bedroom opening a few minutes later.
"Okay, so now that I've showered, can I-," Yoongi stops in the middle of the room when he sees the lump under the covers and his heart fucking shatters at the soft sniffling he can hear. "Namjoon?"
"W- what?"
"What's wrong, why are you crying?"
"'m not," he whispers, trying to keep the sheets over his head when Yoongi sits on the edge of the bed, but the elder still manages to grab them and gently pull them away. He has no choice but to turn and look at Yoongi, swallowing the lump in his throat before he whispers, "Are you going to leave me?"
"What? No! God, no! Why would you even think that?"
"Because you keep coming home smelling like a different hybrid! Am I- do I not look pretty enough for you? Do I annoy you? Is that why you started working more? Are you bored-"
Yoongi cuts him off by leaning down and planting a single kiss to his lips, gently wiping his cheeks. "Baby, no," he whispers. "None of that's true. You're always pretty to me, and you could never annoy me. I mean, you can be a little bratty at times, but that only makes me love you more."
"...really?"
"Yeah. I've only started working more because my boss is an asshole, even Seokjin will tell you that. And that hybrid you could smell belonged to one of my co-workers."
Namjoon stares at him for a moment before he nods, carefully moving to hug Yoongi because that's what he needs right now. He just needs to have his arms around him and know that he isn't going to leave.
And Yoongi gives him what he needs, he always gives him what he needs.
He presses kisses into his hair while he rubs his back slowly in an attempt to calm him. And maybe ten minutes pass where they just sit like that in silence before Yoongi finally speaks again. "So," he clears his throat. "Jungkook was right, then? About you getting jealous?"
"He told you?!"
"Well, he told Seokjin, who then told me. But you don't have any reason to be jealous."
"Why did you get jealous that night at the club?"
"Because you're mine and that fucking asshole was touching you-"
"Exactly!" Namjoon whines, pulling away to look at him. "You're mine, but there are hybrids who are all over you because they don't know that! I have this collar to show that I belong to someone, but you- there's no way for them to know you belong to me."
"Then-," he pauses, stares at Namjoon, then smiles. "Do you want to give me a couple of hickies, baby?"
A question like that shouldn't have Namjoon's face lighting up, but it does, and Yoongi feels his heart swell at the sight. He leans in and kisses him just once before Namjoon buries his face against his neck, biting and sucking at the skin to leave as many hickies as he possibly can.
Maybe he actually leaves more than Yoongi had wanted him to leave because he covers his neck in them. But Yoongi thinks it's worth it when Namjoon pulls away to admire his work and then smiles brightly at him, the happiness written all over his face.