Not So Fine | Yoonmin

Chapter 25

Yoongi POV

"I still can't believe Jimin broke up with me over that piece of shit. I worked so damn hard just to get him to be mine. And what? With one interview, suddenly he thinks that asshole could be a changed man?" Taemin huffs in annoyance, arms crossed over his chest as he leans back in the desk chair beside Hoseok. They're both sat facing the desk, slightly angled towards each other as they glance between each other and the computer screen in front of them.

"I don't know how you even managed to get Jimin to see the light. The way he was so head over heels for Yoongi, I wasn't sure there was anything he could've done or said to make Jimin even consider the idea that Yoongi might not be some perfect little angel." Hoseok breathes out, tone somewhat bitter. Taemin smirks, shaking his head lightly.

"Well, when you force their hands, it doesn't give either of them much of a choice. All you have to do is target their insecurities and publicize it. Show them just how nasty things could be, and that tends to be enough." Taemin counters casually, though there's pride shining through in his voice that mixes with the sourness of his mood. Hoseok turns to face him at this, head tilting lightly with a quirked brow. The corner of his lips curl upwards with speculation, and Taemin's smirk turns into a full blown bitter grin when he glances in Hoseok's direction to catch his reaction.

"Are you telling me you set them up?" Hoseok questions, tone light and almost amused. Taemin nods at this, pride written across his face ease.

"Someone had to do something to get Jimin away from that piece of shit. That was pretty good though, wasn't it? I thought it turned out as best as it possibly could've. Makes it all the more aggravating that Jimin fucking left me over that asshole." Taemin confirms, mood dropping at the end.

"How the hell did you pull that off though? I mean, if those videos and photos were faked, you did a damn good job of it." Hoseok prods, trying to keep the mood light and his tone curious. Taemin's smirk returns as he shakes his head, looking over to the other proudly.

"Oh, none of that was fake. Jimin told me where their spare key was and how to disarm their alarm at one point, and I saw it as my opportunity. I knew Jimin's schedule well enough at the time, just like we all do, and I used it to my advantage. Everyone knew Yoongi was always by his side, so as long as Jimin wasn't there, Yoongi wouldn't be either. On one of Jimin's busier days, I let myself into their house and set up a bunch of cameras in their bedroom. I got a couple sets of those cameras that you can download an app for and it records all movement it detects, set it up for audio as well, and hid them throughout their bedroom. They had enough shit in there that it made it relatively easy to be able to hide the cameras, so I didn't have to worry much about them being found.

"After that, all I had to do was wait. Wait for enough videos to get collected, wait for the perfect opportunity. Hell, as much as I despise Min Yoongi to no end, I have him to thank for the perfect opportunity that I took. The nudes weren't hard either. You can pause those videos that get recorded, zoom in, and with a little bit of editing to make it look like it was a photo from the beginning, those were created. And when the media is constantly waiting to get any and all drama they can? That night turned into everything I could've hoped for and more." Taemin explains confidently, looking over at Hoseok as he finishes speaking. There's shock written across the other's face, but Taemin doesn't seem bothered by it in the slightest.

"All you have to do is plant that little seed of doubt and have a pretty good idea of how they'll both react. Yoongi played into that better than I could've expected. With him not there that night too, shit, it was all too easy to convince Jimin that it couldn't have been anyone else." Taemin finishes, smug expression donning his face.

Everyone leans back into the chairs in the conference room that we're currently occupying, the room deafeningly silent as the recording stops. Namjoon disconnects his laptop from the television in the room, sighing as he looks down the table towards the rest of us. I don't bother looking at him though, heart shattered in my chest all over again, just the same as it had been the night everything fell apart, sobered heartbreak the same as when I got diagnosed a few months ago now.

I hardly notice the tears that drench my cheeks, the way Jimin turns to look at me, the way everyone's attention slowly turns to the two of us. My entire body feels heavy and weighed down, the same way it had when Jin hyung called Namjoon to come try and get me to do something more than drink myself to death.

"Hyung, I'm so sorry. I fell right into his trap and didn't even realize it. I should've known better. I'm so sorry, baby." Jimin murmurs from beside of me, though it nearly feels like he's shouting as my eyes fall shut, the pain of all of this too much to bear right now.

The video we'd just watched was one that's been published by dozens of media sites at this point, the whole world finally finding out what exactly happened to us that night, finally finding out that I'm not the monster everyone's made me out to be all this time. Hoseok has already apologized by now, mood was lower than any I'd ever seen of him before when he'd reached out about getting the video, even today when we all came together to watch the video.

I'm soon engulfed into a hug as best as can be done while I'm still sitting in the conference room chair, and I can tell without having to open my eyes that it's Jimin who's wrapped himself around me. The feeling is enough to have me breaking down sobbing, being reminded once more of all the heartache that we've been through over the last near year now, that we're still stuck in even now because of my heartbroken decisions.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I'm so sorry I tore us apart this way. I'm so sorry I let all of this happen. I'm so sorry for being so stupid, Yoongi."