The Second Choice

Crushing On Who

It was the weekend, and the city had settled into its usual hum of activity. Yoongi, freshly returned to town after a brief getaway, was eager to reconnect with his friends. He decided to invite Jimin to hang out at their favorite spot, a cozy hookah lounge nestled in the heart of the city. Yoongi had always enjoyed these laid-back evenings, where the ambiance of the lounge created a perfect backdrop for good conversation and relaxation.

"Hey, Jimin!" Yoongi greeted as he settled into one of the plush seats, the faint scent of flavored tobacco and incense hanging in the air. "Glad you're here. I missed these chill nights."

Jimin grinned as he took his seat across from Yoongi. "Yeah, I missed this place too. It's been a while since we hung out here. What's been going on?"

Yoongi signaled the waiter and ordered their usual—a mix of fruity and exotic hookah flavors that always seemed to set the mood just right. "Not much, just needed a break from the hustle and bustle. How about you? How's everything at Kojae Media?"

Jimin shrugged, leaning back in his seat as he took a deep breath of the hookah smoke. "Busy as always. We're trying to balance everything."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, his expression turning serious. "Speak of the devil, dude. Y/n and I hung out last Sunday, and honestly, you were acting mad crazy."

Jimin's eyebrows knit together in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"You and Savannah, man," Yoongi said, his tone sharp. "I heard everything. You're literally in a situationship with her cousin, and you said you and Y/n were serious. I backed off, but then I overheard you and Savannah having a conversation. She's out here sending you raunchy photos, and you—while Y/n is fast asleep in your penthouse—you're jerking off to Savannah's pics? Man, that's fucked up."

Jimin's face flushed, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Yoongi, I—"

Yoongi cut him off, his voice filled with frustration. "No, listen. I thought you were better than this. You're messing with Y/n, and it's not just about the photos. It's about the fact that you're not being honest with her, or with yourself. You need to figure out what you want and stop playing games with people's feelings."

Jimin ran a hand through his hair, the weight of Yoongi's words sinking in. "I know I messed up. I didn't mean for things to get this complicated."

Yoongi sighed, taking a long drag from the hookah. "You need to make things right. Y/n deserves better than this. And Savannah—she's not helping either. You've got to clear this up before it blows up even more."

Jimin nodded, the reality of the situation hitting him hard. "You're right. I need to fix this. Thanks for being honest with me, Yoongi."

Yoongi nodded, his expression softening slightly. "Just don't let this go any further. Do what you need to do to make things right. And maybe next time, try to keep your priorities straight."

As the two friends settled into a more subdued conversation, the haze of the hookah smoke seemed to mirror the cloudy thoughts Jimin had about his tangled relationships. He knew he had a lot of things to sort out, and the path to redemption would be a challenging one. But for now, he was grateful for the straightforward advice from his friend.

While Yoongi and Jimin were deep in conversation at the hookah lounge, Y/n found herself heading toward Taehyung's loft penthouse. It was a familiar place for her, a sanctuary of sorts where she could unwind and let go of the week's stresses. Taehyung had invited her over earlier that day, suggesting a low-key evening of movies and takeout—exactly what she needed.

When she arrived at the sleek, modern building, Y/n was buzzed in immediately. The elevator ride to Taehyung's penthouse was quick, and soon she was stepping into the spacious, warmly lit loft that always felt like a second home.