A PLAN FOR LOVE ✓

thirty five : yeonjun

I get back to Seoul late on Friday, when the sun is already drifting close to the horizon.

Now that I don’t have to spend every waking minute worrying about my mom, I spent the whole trip staring out the window, thinking about, well… Beomgyu.

How he’s the only one who would understand the enormity of what happened. What last night meant for me. How sharing that part of myself with him that night in the library made such a difference.

If I can finally stand up to my mom and tell her how I feel, I can do the same for Beomgyu.

And even if he’s with Taehyun and I’ve missed my chance—if I ever even had one—I owe him an apology for hurting him and for lying. Because he’s the best friend I’ve ever had too.

And if I can’t have more, at least maybe I can earn his trust back and have that.

When Jim drops me off, I tap on his Instagram story from two hours ago to see a boomerang of Jungsu holding up an enormous slice of pizza, in the kitchen we made potato pancake in.

He’s at Jungsu’s.

And so even though I want nothing more than to just collapse into bed, I find myself weaving through the streets on my bike, the wind stinging my eyes as I whip around corners, the green street signs a blur as I fly past.

Before I know it, I turn onto Jungsu’s street, the soles of my converse dragging along the pavement as I look up at the lopsided white house on the corner.

I didn’t realize just how much I missed him until this very moment.

I pull out my phone to call him, but just as I hit the green phone icon, the screen turns black, the battery completely drained from my night of driving across Ansan.

I let out a long, slow exhale.

I know this is an out. I know I could just run away.

But I don’t want to.

I lean my bike against the steps, then jog slowly up to the front door. My fingers curl into a fist, and I reach out, hesitating, before lightly knocking.

I don’t think I breathe until the door swings open, my heart jumping in my chest as…

Jungsu appears.

“Yeonjun! Hey,” he says as he leans against the doorway. He nods behind him to the inside of the house. “Beomgyu’s not here.”

“Oh.” I swallow, nodding. “Do you… maybe know where I can find him?”

“He just left to go to this thing at the art museum.” He hesitates and pulls his eyes away from mine, rubbing the back of his head, like he knows how much this next part is going to sting. “With Taehyun.”

Even though I should’ve expected this, the wind still gets knocked right out of me.

“Right! Totally. Yeah,” I manage to get out, my hand finding the cool metal of the railing as I stumble down the top step. “Uh, thanks, Jungsu hyung. I actually gotta…” I point behind me, my voice trailing off.

I turn, almost mechanically, and head down to my bike, trying pretty damn hard to keep it together.

“Yeonjun!” he calls after me. I look back, and he jogs across the porch and down the steps and stops right in front of me. “I… I love my sister.” He looks down at me, a small smile on his lips. “I was a little scared when I saw he got stuck with a single. Scared he would struggle to make friends. Scared it would be like high school all over again.”

He reaches out and puts a hand on my shoulder. “But I’m not scared anymore. He’s finally figuring out who he is, and I think that has something to do with you. So… thank you for that.”

I look down, kicking lightly at the bottom step. “Well, he’s got Taehyun now.”

He shrugs. “Yeah, maybe. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t miss you.”

Yeah, right. Tears sting my eyes, and I scoop up my bike, hop quickly onto it, and pedal off down the street without another word.

My legs burn as I head back up the hill and across the bridge, my chest heaving as I pedal as hard as I can, flying through side streets and around turns.

We don’t have to pretend we give a shit about each other.

But we weren’t pretending. You can’t pretend to feel the things I felt with him. I’ve tried.

I slam on my brakes as the stoplight in front of me flicks to red, the one part of the route home I was hoping I could just sail past.

The museum of art towers just next to me, completely consuming my peripheral vision.

I should’ve just run the red.

I turn my head to see a thin trail of students milling about just inside, visible through a wall of enormous glass windows. Black suits and long, colorful dresses, drinks clutched in their hands, smiles plastered on their faces.

I want to go in. To find him. But that would be selfish. I want to talk to him, but I don’t want to ruin his night. I know that an event like this can only end with the two of them together.

Still, a part of me is searching for him. Wanting to see him pass by in a black outfit, his head thrown back in laughter, Taehyun just beside him. Wanting nothing more than to have him just feel happy and like he’s completely himself.

And loving him just enough to have Taehyun be the person to give him that instead of me.

Loving him.

The realization startles me more than the car behind me honking. I nearly topple off my bike as I’m brought back to reality. The light in front of me has clearly changed to green without me noticing.

I wave my apology and coast down the street and onto the sidewalk, then park my bike in the bike rack outside the library.

I can’t go back to my apartment. Not yet.
I head up the steps and take a deep breath as I push inside, winding up the stairs and through the stacks to the spot I came to with Beomgyu, the smell of old paper and bindings filling my nose as I slide slowly down to the floor.

I close my eyes and lean my head back against the shelves, letting the silence wrap itself around me.

I think about my mom, up in rehabilitation center, finally getting the help she needs after all this time. Of Beomgyu, only a few doors away, probably holding Taehyun’s hand like he held mine that night at the roller rink.

The library used to be a place to quiet the pain and the heartache, to escape from it, but now… it feels like a place to let myself feel it. To let the dam break.

I pull my knees up to my chest, the tears I’ve been holding in since I got back to Seoul finally beginning to fall.