The Foolproof Plan

Chapter 37: HITTING THE FAN

*Warning: Explicit themes, language

I pounded the front door with my fist continuously until it was opened.

"Oh, hi, cuz," Taehyung greeted me. "Do you--?"

I pushed past him into the apartment. "Where is he?"

Tae closed the door and turned to stare at me. "What?"

"Where's Jimin, Tae?" I asked through clenched teeth. I guess my expression made him worry because he stayed quiet for a moment. I could tell that he was thinking about what he should say. I saw his eyes dart nervously to the hallway.

"Seokjin," he began, but I ignored him and marched toward Jimin's room.

The door wasn't locked, and I burst into the room. It seemed empty.

"Jimin!"

I stalked toward the closed bathroom door. Before I could throw it open, Jimin came out wrapped in a bathrobe. His hair was still wet from the shower. He blinked in surprise.

"Seokjin? What are you doing here?"

His surprised look gave way to fear when I grabbed his robe.

"Hey!" he exclaimed. "What the hell?"

"You fucking piece of shit!" I yelled angrily, shaking him. I had already raised a fist, but someone held my hand back.

"Stop it, cuz!" Taehyung pulled me away from Jimin. "What's wrong?"

"Ask him!" I yelled again. "Ask that asshole why he messed around with Bella!"

Jimin staggered away from me. "Is that what this is about?"

I lunged toward him again, but my cousin was still holding my arm. "You're damn right that's what it 's about! Did you think I wasn't going to find out? I'll kill you, you fucking shit!"

Jimin sneered. "You're a fine one to talk! You were fucking around with Minda all this time and now, all of a sudden, you want to act like the offended boyfriend? Get over yourself, asshole! Everyone knows what a fuckboy you are!"

Tae had an iron grip on me, so my lunges toward Jimin were ineffective. "I wasn't fucking Minda--not that it's any of your business."

"Pardon me if I don't believe you," Jimin snarled. "Not when you've banged just about every girl on campus. You don't deserve Bella, you fucking hypocrite!"

"I don't care if you believe me! I love Bella! Everyone knows how I feel about Bella. You knew how I felt about her." I struggled again to get loose, but Tae held on. "You knew! And you still went after her, you worthless shit! How could you do that?"

Jimin pulled his robe tighter around him. "At the time, everyone thought you were fucking Minda. Bella did, too. She was devastated because she said you two had just gone out on a date or something--not like I care anyway. All I saw was a girl crying over an asshole who doesn't deserve her, an asshole who keeps lying to her. I love her, too, you know, and for a lot longer. I just wanted to comfort her."

"By slipping your dick where it doesn't belong!" I spat. I was still angry, but I was no longer lungeing toward him, and I could feel Tae's grip loosen a bit. "She's my girlfriend!"

"I know she is...now," he said. "At that time she wasn't, okay? I'm sorry. I already apologized to her because I should've been more respectful. I-I took advantage, and I'm...sorry." He scowled. "But you still don't deserve her."

I took a deep breath and nodded to Tae so that he could let go of me. "Fine, fine. Think what you will, but you will never touch her again, is that clear?. You will keep your dick away from her from now on."

"Oh? Is that what you think I gave her?" He stuck out his tongue and wiggled it then laughed.

I took three large steps toward him and punched him in the face.

Then I walked out.