What never should've happened.

Of couches and punches

Earlier that same day, at Hybe.
Yoongi's POV

Si-Hyuk left the studio to go take a shower. He had been at Hybe since the day before, but now that Yoongi was there and knew everything, he could spare ten minutes to get clean. Yoongi needed to figure out  what to do anyway.

“How the fuck am I supposed to pull this off, Namjoona? Pretend I hate Y/N? I can't. I have no idea what to do!” Yoongi was pacing the small space in his studio, pulling his hair.

“It's easy, hyung. Sit down, I'll explain.”

Namjoon's voice got deep and when Yoongi looked at him, he saw why people said he looked intimidating. Namjoon was always a sweetheart, a child stuck in a huge man's body. It was easy for people to forget he was younger than Hobi, having been their leader for so long and taking on more responsibilities than a twenty year old should have, but he took it in stride and was one of the main reasons why they were able to make it so far.

But when his eyes darkened and he was serious enough to lock his jaw, he really did look like a dragon, cold and calculating. This Namjoon could very easily order someone's murder and then sleep peacefully.

Yoongi sat and leaned on his knees to get closer to him, ready to suck in every word and idea. He was in the presence of a genius.

“You have to do exactly as Si-Hyuk hyung said. Make him believe you want her to go down, but for that, he has to believe you and from what we know he's either a maniac or a master manipulator. I'm leaning more towards the latter.” Yoongi nodded, he thought so too. The asshole was a manipulator and a liar.

“So you have to go in there and pretend to be mad at him for ruining your plans for taking y/n-ssi down. You're already angry at him so that won't be fake, he just doesn't have to know the real reason.”

“But how? How do I do that? I can't even think about anything that could make me even remotely dislike her. I'm stuck.” Yoongi grabbed his head and grunted.

“Okay, listen,” Nam fidgeted a little on his seat and took a deep breath, “don't hate me for even suggesting this, but I think it will work.”

Yoongi was expectantly looking at him now.

“Make him believe that Y/N is the one responsible for Adora not being able to be here and that you were banging her on the side and she mistook things. That now she's clinging to you and you can't get rid of her. Ask him for advice.” Namjoon's face looked disgusted but not as disgusted as Yoongi's did.

He actually felt the bile rise up his throat and very nearly threw up.

“Remind me never to get on your bad side, Namjoona. God, that's just…”

“Disgusting?” Asked Nam and he too looked like he was about to be sick. “I know, but when you analyze this fucker's behavior, he enjoys putting women down and making them feel like objects. If he can empathize with you on that twisted level, he'll fess up. I can guarantee it.”

He made all the sense in the world, he truly did and Yoongi knew in his heart that it was going to work. Hans fucking Mitchell thrived on feeling powerful and important and if he could believe that Yoongi, arguably one of the biggest stars in the planet, ha something in common with him, then he would jump at the opportunity to rub elbows with the finest.

It took Yoongi a few more minutes to digest what he had to do and to talk himself into not killing him on sight. He had to do this for you. This was what he could do for you and he'd do it, damn everything else.

“Okay…okay I've got it. Tell Hyung that the cameras in his office have to be on, sound and all and we can't let Seojun know until after I've asked him to go away. It will make his reaction more believable.” Namjoon was nodding, “ah shit, I'm going to need to shower after this. I feel dirty already.”