𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬 || sansang

3.02 The upper-class war

*mature*

Patience, and thinking about the consequences before acting had never been any of Yeosang's strong suits - everyone around him knew that, and he possibly knew it himself too, although he never cared to do anything about it.

And when he aggressively knocked on the large door with golden borders in front of him, he definitely didn't think twice that night either.

"Oh, Yeosang? What do I owe the pleasure?" Hongjoong opened the door, with a cocky grin, promptly leaning against the doorframe.

"We need to talk!" Without further warning, or waiting for Hongjoong to gesture him inside, Yeosang shoved his way past his old best friend.

It had been a while since the last visit at Hongjoong's place, but Yeosang definitely remembered it as looking a tad more neat than it currently was. Instead of the expected spotless, not to mention flawless home, the living room was left half-empty with moving boxes in the corner and missing the big paintings that used to decorate the dark green walls.

"Yes, as you can see, I've recently gotten the opportunity to re-decorate the place," Hongjoong sneered, walking past Yeosang and twirling around to sit down on the couch.

Yeosang stood for a while and looked around the room. There it was, the confirmation to the tabloid rumor Seonghwa had sent him the day before. Hyunjin had moved out, and left Hongjoong on his own. His selfish and vindictive own.

"You should get the walls painted before hanging up new paintings," Yeosang snorted. "It's a bit faded over there by the windows."

"Thank you for your great advice," Hongjoong retorted, with a roll of his eyes. "What do you want?"

Determined, Yeosang walked towards the couch, pulled out a chair from the dining table he passed by on the way, and sat down right in front of Hongjoong. Slowly he leaned forward, hands folded in his lap, and eyes glaring into the dark pits of his former friend's eyes.

"I want you to stop your bullshit," he growled. "And get the fuck out of my life."

"I don't see how that's even possible. I was never in it to begin with."

"What are you talking about?"

Hongjoong chuckled, diving his fingers through his platinum blonde hair, showing that the wedding ring with the huge diamond was still stuck to his ring finger.

"Don't pretend you don't know, Yeosang," he then said. "Back in high-school I was only some kind of prop to you, following you around like a dog, doing whatever you wanted me to. Making you look good for hanging out with the nerd."

"That isn't true..."

"Isn't it? Or are you still too pressed after you've realized that you became the side-character in your own life to see the truth? Standing in Seonghwa's shadow, only to realize that you were never part of that story yourself? I don't get why all of you are so upset right now! You, Hyunjin, Seonghwa... San even? I accepted long ago how my life had turned out, feeling content with the agreement between Hyunjin and I, but no, you absolutely had to ruin that."