Sirenic Menace

③You're Delusional

 
The three friends started their day early as they had planned, and thankfully, they didn’t wake up the stranger this time.

They were amazed to see how Jimin completely ignored Yoongi this morning when they walked past the reception and a bit baffled as well.

“How come you didn’t greet him?” Taehyung asked as they strolled along the sidewalk. “Don’t tell me you gave up.”

“Of course not,” Jimin scoffed. “I opened my cards to him. He obviously knows I like him. Now I’ll act like he doesn’t exist, he’ll be confused and curious about my behavior, and he’ll come to me on his own.”

“Wow, that’s a very thorough plan,” Hoseok chuckled. “But what if it doesn’t work and he just, you know, ignores you like you do?”

A contemplative frown budded on Jimin’s features. “I haven’t thought about that, so I hope my plan works.”

The three men chuckled and off they went to enjoy their morning with diving.

For their first try, they did pretty well and were left mesmerized by the extraordinary beauty of the sea. Taehyung took a ton of inspiration for his upcoming drawings and truly couldn’t wait to return so he could start.

They headed back around noon as they chatted about their experience. Taehyung noticed a young man’s presence that wandered near the hostel, and his brows pulled together in cogitation. He had the impression he had been seeing that young man since day one, but he shrugged it off with the conclusion that he was imagining things.

They soon entered and bowed their head to Yoongi, except Jimin, who ignored his existence.

“Hi,” Taehyung smiled.

“Welcome back.” Yoongi’s expression remained steely as usual, though his eyes tracked Jimin’s figure until he was out of his sight. He huffed as he sank back in his seat. He’s ignoring me, huh? So childish.

Yes, Jimin was indeed childish, but the problem was it bothered Yoongi when it shouldn’t. And that meant something he didn’t really want to admit.

“I’m impressed, Chim,” Taehyung said as they trod towards the elevator. “You didn’t even glance at him.”

“Yes, and Yoongi had his eyes glued to you.”

Jimin grasped Hoseok’s forearm, gaping at him with hopeful surprise. “Really? Are you sure?”

“Yes, I saw him too,” Taehyung chimed in.

“Oh my God, my plan is working!” Jimin shrilled in a whisper on repeat as he clapped his hands in tiny.

His two friends erupted into giggles at his overly cute demeanor, and they resumed their way with an exhilarated Jimin who couldn’t stop smiling.

They stood in front of their room, and Taehyung searched for the card key. A muffled voice from the other side of the door silenced their casual banter and ceased Taehyung’s movements in curiosity. He drew nearer to the door and pressed his ear against it.

“No! We can’t wait for something to magically happen. You have to send more men to speed up the process.”

More men? What the hell does this mean? Taehyung thought at the brief silence that followed.

“Every day that passes by with no results is a risk. And especially for me. It’s been four fucking months already. My sanity is reaching its limits.”

Another wave of silence crawled by.

“Never mind, I’ll do it on my own. I’ll risk my fucking life—”