I stared at the two individuals sitting in front of me, particularly the woman. Burrowing through my memories, I struggled to compare the girl in front of me to the woman my brother was engaged to. It was merely two years ago that Jihyun was whom every girl envied; beauty brains and in love.
The Jihyun seated in front of me was barely a shell of that woman. Her hair was cut short, bleached blonde and heavily damaged. Her face had sunken in, the restaurants uniform too big on her small frame. The bright eyes that dazzled and charmed everyone had dimmed, revealing that she was empty, an empty shell of the woman she used to be.
Yoongi’s eyes stayed down casted not meeting Jihyun’s or mine. His hands firmly intertwined and folded on the table. Unable to take the silence any longer, I cleared my throat offering my hand to Jihyun.
“We never really officially met, I’m [Y/N]. Seokjin’s younger sister,” I said, a small tight smile present on my lips. Jihyun looked down at my hand and then at me, raising an eyebrow. My eyes drifted between her and Yoongi. I gulped as I felt my chest constrict at the distance between the two.
I really should’ve let him move to sit next to me…
Suddenly Jihyun let out a loud laugh causing my eyes to dart back to her, just in time to catch her shaking her head.
“I didn’t sleep with him,” She said, pointing her thumb at Yoongi. I felt the air rush out of my lungs as relief flooded my system. I retrieved my hand, resting it on top of my lap.
“I didn’t ask-“
“You didn’t have to, your expression clearly screams your hatred for me. It could be because I broke your brother’s heart. But you look like you’re about ready to come over here and rip my head off for sitting next to Yoongi.” Jihyun laughed, crossing her arms. I stared at Yoongi and narrowed my eyes when I noticed the corner of his lips curved into small smirk. His eyes glanced up to meet mine for a brief second before looking away once again attempting to hid the full blown smile that spread across his face.
“Why couldn’t you have told my brother that?” I said, turning my gaze to meet hers. She stiffed, her smile disappearing from her face. She glanced towards Yoongi and lets out a snicker.
“You’re really a man of your word, aren’t you?” She said incredulously, Yoongi clenched his jaw, his smile disappearing instantaneously, and his grip tightening on his intertwined hands. She stared at him for a moment longer than turned her head to me, her gaze meeting mine steadily.
“I’m a con-artist,” she shrugged, leaning back in her chair.
“A con artist?” I repeated, dubviously.
“A con-artist,” Jihyon voiced back. She leaned forward in her chair and crossed her arms, “Jin was one of my assignments. He’s rich and handsome, almost vain at times. Getting him wrapped around my finger was a piece of cake. It usually is with rich boys that are trained to take over businesses, languages, arts but never experience true affection from a woman.”
“I don’t understand where Yoongi comes in,” I said, furrowing my brows.
“Yoongi was equivalent to the other woman in my relationship with Jin. I needed him out of the picture to get Jin’s complete trust.” Jihyun said, her voice emotionless.
“However Yoongi is much smarter than he lets on, aren’t you kid?” Jihyun said, punching him in the arm. “He found out about my actual profession and threatened to tell Jin unless I told him myself.”
Jihyun chuckled, “I was already a step ahead of him back then, I had told Jin that Yoongi kept trying to seduce me previously. Jin, of course, didn’t believe his best friend could do that to him. All he needed was some visual evidence, the night my car ‘broke down’ right in front of Yoongi’s house. Jin got the proof he needed.”
“The fact that Yoongi even gave me his clothes to wear that day because mine were wet, was a nice touch-“ Without any self control, I launched myself forward, my hand slapping her cheek hard enough to leave a stinging sensation on my palm. The noise of my slap seemed to echo in the almost empty restaurant. She grinned, reaching up to stroke her own cheek.
“You psychotic bitch,” I spat at her, this seemed to fuel her amusement. She started laughing, obnoxiously loud. I glared at her as she calmed herself down. I felt the chair next to me move backwards and someone settle into it. I glanced over my shoulder to see that it was Yoongi, his large hand engulfed the one I had used to slap Jihyun, my body relaxing as he caressed my hand.
“Ah, it’s been a while since I laughed that hard, thank you.” Jihyun said. I felt the anger return to my system and my fists clenched on their own accord. Yoongi unclenched my fist and intertwined our hands.
“I still don’t understand, what did you achieve from this? Jin broke up with you soon after and look at you, you’re completely ruined.”
“This is the result of a flaw that I didn’t prepare for. Jin broke it off with me because he figured; sooner or later I would go to Yoongi or someone else, he thought he wasn’t good enough for me or for anyone.” Jihyun shrugged.
“So, you broke my brother for a wad of cash that you didn’t even get because you failed,” I seethed, unable to control my anger again.
“Yes,” Jihyun said, meeting my glare steadily. I distinctly remember how affectionately Jin would speak of Jihyun, like she was his most prized possession, how in love he was. It was hard to believe that Jin would break up with her. He loved her too dearly; he even left his best friend for her.. It just wasn’t adding up. As I searched her eyes for answers, I caught a brief hesitation cross Jihyun’s face.
“You’re lying,” I said boldly, Jihyun eyes widened at my unexpected response.
“I’m not-“
“You broke up with him,” I said surprising both Jihyun and myself. Jihyun blink at me, and then lowered her gaze to hands.
“You fell in love with him, didn’t you?” I asked, tighten my grip on Yoongi’s hand.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jihyun said, rising to her feet, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go the restaurant is closed-“
“There you go, you’re running again,” I said, launching myself out of my as Jihyun was about to leave. I grabbed her wrist stopping her escape.
“It doesn’t make sense for Jin to still be angry with Yoongi if he blamed himself for the whole incident. Unless he thinks that you left him for Yoongi when really you broke up with him because you couldn’t take the chance of him finding out your feelings for him had started out as a lie.” Jihyun turned around slowly; her eyes were brimming with tears.
“I just didn’t want to hurt him anymore.” Jihyun said, her entire body trembling as sobs escaped her. I awkwardly put an arm around her small frame, holding her as she cried. Naturally, I felt an hatred towards her for what she had done to my brother but she was equally as broken as Jin.
“Jihyun, if you thought my brother wouldn’t have forgiven you or taken you back as you were, you really didn’t get to know him properly,” I said, patting her shoulder soothingly.
“I knew he would have. Even when Yoongi came and found me as soon as I left Jin and told me to go back to him, I knew Jin would take me back. But I don’t deserve him, he needs someone better than me,” Jihyun sobbed, shaking her head.
“But he wanted you and when you left he needed you.” I replied.
“You didn’t want to hurt him but leaving him hurt him more than anything else. He lost his fiancée and his best friend, and he’s under the illusion that he lost his fiancée to his best friend.. you truly broke him and yourself.”
“It’s too late now, I’m leaving soon enough,” Jihyun leaned away from me, silencing her sobs. She wiped away her tears and smiled at me. “I should’ve left this place when I had the chance, I just couldn’t leave him completely. Just catching a glimpse of him now and again was good enough for me.”
“Jihyun… I think you need to see him again,” I spoke. Jihyun shook her head furiously.
“You have satisfied your selfishness by staying behind and watching him from the shadows for the last few years while Jin mourns your loss… He deserves a proper goodbye. Give him that at least.”
A/N: that took an unexpected turn even for me, lmao. what did you guys think? of it?
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