here are the plans: a - get yoonmin back together, b - expose jina and jaebum, c - make yoongi jealous so yoonmin can get back together (basically connected to plan a)
plan d - secret plan by hoseok, taehyung and namjoon :^)
❝ half of plan b ❞
when yoongi arrives at jina and his' apartment, the first thing he does is fall back onto the couch and lets out a tired sigh. tired. tired. tired. tired. tired. was all he could think of, all his systems were filled with no effort to do anything whatsoever. jina, who heard the door to their apartment open, walks into the living room, eyeing yoongi curiously.
she saunters over, sits next to him, patting him on the shoulder, to which yoongi slightly jumps at. jina blinks. it's rare for her boyfriend to be this... jumpy. nervous. bothered looking. "are you okay, babe?" she asks, genuine concern in her voice.
yoongi stares at her blankly, head slowly moving into a short, but hopefully reassuring nod. "yeah," he replies weakly, "i just—had a fight with jimin. he said some pretty weird stuff. i'm fine, though. i'll just... give jimin some time? i think he's stressed."
jina raises her brow in suspicion. "...weird stuff?" at the mention of jimin, the concerned tone in her voice gets laced with a bit of venom.
"yeah, i..." yoongi sighs, getting up. "i'd rather not talk about it. i'll go take a nap. let's eat dinner out?" he suggests.
behind her lips, jina was gritting her teeth. "yeah. sure." and in her head, various thoughts raced, pertaining to what park jimin could have possibly said.
jina watches as yoongi trudges to his room, afterwards hearing the door close. she hums, shaking her head and crossing her arms as she glares at the floor. all the thoughts in her head disappears, only left with one, to which she's sure is the right idea.
park jimin has done it now.
— — —
namjoon feels the pang of stress knock on his head as he stares at the dimly lit bar a few feet away. he shifts in his seat in their booth, looking towards jimin. "okay, jimin. as much as it hurts to do this, we gotta tell youngjae about it."
taehyung sips from his drink, looks up from his phone before he eyes namjoon with an unsure look on his face, "plan b?" he asks, raising his phone in front of himself and grinning, before snapping a selfie. he lowers his phone, beginning to type a few things. "#exposedt... aaaand posted on twitter!"
"half of plan b," namjoon corrects the younger, eyes drifting towards the bar, where a certain choi youngjae was working at. and namjoon really did feel bad, yeah, exposing jaebum directly to his own boyfriend— no delays, literally just straight up explaining how jaebum was indeed cheating on him. namjoon knew of choi youngjae— ah, the literal sunshine, right on jung hoseok's level. sweet, friendly, all the positive things you could think of. and yet, im jaebum dared to cheat on the guy. pathetic. namjoon just sheds a tear internally every time he thinks of the heartbroken look on youngjae's face when he finds out. "the sooner we get it over with, the more painless it'll be for him." he says, a bit regretfully, before looks at jimin, "go."
taehyung looks up and raises an eyebrow at namjoon. "wait, the heck are we doing, initiating plan b? how about plan a?" he questions.
namjoon rolls his eyes, bites his lip and replies with a bland, "change of plans." before turning over to jimin, giving him a pushing stare.
jimin gulps, getting up and walking over to the bar in quick steps. he hastily takes a seat, tapping the edges of his fingers nervously against the bar top. this soon earns the attention of none other than choi youngjae, who jumps over and gives him a look that read, what would you like to drink?
"um, hey," jimin greets, "i'm not... actually here for drinks. just wanted to say that."
at first, youngjae blinks. but then speaks with, "what are you here for... um—"
"jimin. i'm park jimin." jimin quickly says, "my friend," best friend. "knows jaebum? uh... jaebum, through..." a bitch. "um... actually, never mind. it's complicated." very complicated.
youngjae's eyes light up. jimin couldn't tell if it lit up with the slightest bit of happiness of maybe a bittersweet shade, or perhaps just sheathed, pure sadness. "jaebum?" he mumbles.
"yeah, im jaebum." jimin coughs, "listen, i... i know i'm a stranger to you, but i just have to tell you something."
youngjae looks confused for a moment. just a moment. "go ahead."
"my best friend. min yoongi. you might know him from anywhere. well, he's... he's always been there for me, and i've always been there for him, you know, all that best friend stuff. and i think he deserves the best in the world, really. but the thing is, we went through a fight recently and we're not talking... so much."
"um... what happened?"
jimin laughs nervously. "ah, about that. well. not too long ago, you see, he got a girlfriend. and... she means a lot to him." he chuckles bitterly, "even i feel like i don't matter to him anymore, now that she's here..." he says in a low tone of voice, but then looks up at youngjae with a smile, "...but the thing is, i found out about something related to the said girlfriend."
youngjae visibly flinches. jimin doesn't know why, but he does. "and that is?"
"she's cheating on my best friend." jimin mutters, low enough for only youngjae and he to hear.
and when he doesn't get a reply, jimin looks up. youngjae's... youngjae's giving him some type of look that jimin couldn't quite decipher, but it sent shivers down his spine. a moment of silence passes by, and jimin takes that as his cue to continue.
"and the girlfriend? it's lee jina. i'm sure you've heard of her. and, youngjae-sshi— i didn't want to have to be the one to tell you this, but if nobody were to tell you, i'd be extremely bothered by it. we're not close, we didn't even know about each other a minute ago, but i just." he sighs. "jina's cheating on yoongi. with... with jaebum."
fuck my life.
and again, it's silent between them.
jimin hesitantly looks up.
his breath hitches at the sight of... youngjae smiling. he's smiling down at the counter top, but it's a small but visible smile. a sad one. a knowing one. and it's scaring jimin, why isn't he reacting? even worse, why is he smiling?
( "why is he smiling?" taehyung asks namjoon, who just hushes him.
"i don't know either, taehyung. maybe jimin lightened the mood up with a joke?" he mutters.
"that's stupid." )
youngjae looks at jimin in the eye. "i know."
and jimin breaks a bit. "you... you know?"
youngjae just gives him a short nod. "i know. but thanks for telling me."
jimin has nothing left to say. "y—you're welcome." he says, but he doesn't know if he should've said that and he starts thinking a lot when he walks back over to the booth with a baffled namjoon and taehyung.
— — —
"he knows?"
"he what?"
"he knows?!"
"how does he know? is he gonna do anything about it?"
"i don't know."
"...hyung, is that half of plan b wrapped up?"
sigh. "i guess it is? it's up to youngjae if he's gonna talk to jaebum about this, but since he knew all this time and yet... they're not even broken up, then... what's happening?"
"that's true, though. they haven't broken up. jaebum's still cheating on him. but like, what. #plottwist."
"taehyung."
"yeah?"
"shut the fuck up and deactivate your twitter."
— — —
ever had a best friend?
you know, someone you could rely on.
you spent countless of hours together. having fun. hanging out casually, going out to parties, having close conversations that consisted of secrets only you two would ever know of. long ass conversations, consisting of either memes, pointless messages, heartfelt ones, or maybe a combination of all of them. the like.
you two had chemistry.
but one day, that best friend of yours... finds someone else.
someone possibly better than you. they never really knew there was someone particularly better than you.
and slowly, they drift away from you.
but you hold on.
five fingers, three, two. down to the pinky, you hold on. you hold on tight.
you don't let them go. they don't notice you as often, you don't feel the friendship between you spark anymore, and yet... you stay.
because you were once their best friend. you once mattered.
and if they were ever to lose their new friends, you'd be there. waiting for them to come back.
it hurts, but you stay.
they're all you've got.
— — —
double that pain.
make 'best friends' into something more.
and what you get? is exactly what choi youngjae feels about im jaebum.
he couldn't let jaebum go. jaebum has abandoned him, maybe. replaced him with jina. ( "i think i'm gay, youngjae—" well, so much for that. )
but every night, jaebum somehow still comes back to him. kisses him on the forehead. and with the strong scent of women's perfume, the hickies that weren't hidden very well, youngjae still finds himself holding onto the very, very thin line of connection he had with jaebum.
because, after all: he's all youngjae's got.
so how was that? as the chapters go by, the story line slowly loses its dramatic effect and the plot gets more pointless. the only thing than can salvage this story is my writing, which is already deteriorating. RIP. :^(