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스물일곱

Part Twenty-Seven
"This is a bad idea."
    
        
Namjoon had never been against evil plotting before.

But the fire that was currently blazing in Yoongi's eyes left a rather uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. Although the elder had had a little trouble when it came to anger management for as long as Namjoon could remember, he still managed to keep his composure at all times. The raven-haired never directly lashed out at people. Sure, he schemed mean plans every now and then, for instance the bet he had orchestrated, but they never quite included doing something actively.

Not like this, no.

Yoongi was out of control at this point. It was terrible to look at; seeing how the man was falling apart, slowly but surely.

"There's not much I can do anymore," he said, madness written all over his face. "The least I can do is try and show him that we're just as compatible as he and Jungkook are. Mark my words, brother. He'll be mine again. I'll win him back."

"And what if he won't, Hyung? What will you do then? Please pause and think this over for a minute," the blond intended to talk the other down, to make him reconsider the matter, but failed miserably in his attempt to do so. "Don't stake everything on one card."

Yoongi snorted with laughter; one that lacked all humor.

"What you don't seem to understand is that that's simply what you need to do if you have nothing but only one card left," the raiven-haired replied, using a stern tone of voice because he was genuinely convinced of what he was saying. He almost felt upset about the fact that Namjoon acted as if he didn't know where he was coming from.

Jimin was the only person Yoongi had ever loved and he was positive it would stay that way until the day he died. So, with him, it was all or nothing.

But that was clearly the issue here.

It was the elder's willingness to risk it all for his wishful thinking, for this hopeless reunion with his ex-boyfriend.

Yoongi wasn't being stubborn anymore. He was delusional.

Namjoon closed his eyes as he uttered a sigh. Then, his eyes narrowed, lips turning down into a frown. "Still... This is a bad idea," he commented, evidently worried about the outcome of the elder's plan. "Especially with your current emotional state."

And, oh boy, was he right.

Nonetheless, the raiven-haired was pissed. Namjoon had supported him and had even taken a mischievous pleasure in making that plan the last time Yoongi had been struggling with the situation and suddenly, out of nowhere, he was the bad guy here. All of a sudden he was the crazy one going overboard.

"Well, it's a good thing I don't care about what you think, huh?"

With that having been said, Yoongi hit the road, leaving the other under the dull light of the street lamp, heart painfully heavy in his chest. Namjoon didn't know what to expect. What would happen now? The elder, ruled by jealousy, desperation and self-loss, was a loose cannon and capable of doing anything at this juncture. And it wasn't funny anymore. The younger wasn't sure what Yoongi would do and it scared him.

And in all honesty, the raiven-haired didn't know, either.

Not yet.

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