Her Name | pjm

September .C h a p t e r S i x t e e n.

All the way home my mind was in rambles. I kept thinking about Dan's words. He told me that his brother was almost three years older than him, and left them only a few days prior to me joining the family. That was one of the reasons, why Dan asked Father to take me in. He saw that Father was absolutely heartbroken, and thought that bringing a kid into his life will make him feel somewhat better. No matter how flawed this logic was, it was a decision made by a fifteen year old kid, which at the end turned out great, so I couldn't blame him.

Dan told me that his brother, who Dan called Hammer, as it was his official nickname in the business, was about to turn eighteen and started to ask Father to step down and give up his place for him. Father sensed that Hammer was too eager and too impatient. His character showed that he was much too greedy, and in fears of him slipping up, he announced that he will leave his position to Dan once the latter was ready. This instantly infused a major rivalry between the brothers, as Hammer believed Dan to be way too kind and indecisive to lead such a business. The fight between the brothers kept going for a couple of months, until Hammer took things a bit too far and in a heated argument stabbed Dan in the shoulder. Father instantly removed all of the rights and privileges that Hammer had, and threatened him if one more slip up happens he will be removed from the family. Hammer didn't take it too well, his pride took over and he left home.

Dan told me that Father always hoped that his elder son would return home, so it would have made sense if he had actually written the will prior to this that Hammer would be a part of it. I asked Dan what the big issue was, if Father was planning to leave everything to Dan, surely he would have put the same information in the will too. Dan simply shrugged his shoulders and said that up to this day he believes that Father would lave left the business to Hammer if he would have returned home. Father knew, that technically speaking, Hammer was the right candidate for the spot. He was more mischievous, had great potential. He had hoped that pushing him away will trample his pride a little bit, humble him down and make him reconsider his priorities. Dan suspects, that Father never removed Hammer from the will as the prime candidate for all of the shares and fortunes that Father had accustomed throughout the years. If by any chance this will were to be found by someone else and not Dan, our family would lose everything we have. He hoped that Father at least left some of the money for him too, but he was scared, that Father may have thought that the brothers will keep working together, therefore, it would have made sense to only put Hammer in the will.

I told Dan, that sadly, I had no memories of any instances where Father would have mentioned a will of any sorts, more to that of its location, which made Dan sigh deeply. I really wished I could help, but I had no clue of what I could do. Dan told me, that while cleaning out Fathers books, he found a simple key in one of them. There were no numbers on it, no signatures, nothing. A small, simple key. It definitely looked like a key used in public storage cupboards that you could find in metro stations or shopping malls, but it was ridiculous to even think to go and search every one of them, especially since we've moved a lot and it was impossible to tell to which town the key belonged too. Dan suspected, that Father could have left his will there, in fears for anyone finding it at home before his passing and amending it or taking care of his passing sooner. The only logical idea I could provide, was that if he hid the key from everyone, it meant that there were no chances to break into the locker, even if someone knew where it was located. This gave Dan several ideas about the locker belonging to a bank or some other secured institution. He thanked me for my insights, promising me that this will surely help in narrowing down the locations.

After our chat, the atmosphere was quite heavy, and it was hard to pretend in front of the guys that everything was fine, so I decided not to sleep over.

I looked out of the window of our jeep, and found us standing at the same intersection as the first day, just in front the flower shop, which was already closed. This suddenly reminded of what was waiting for me at home. Oh you dumbass. I quickly grabbed my phone, slowly but surely letting all the negative thoughts about my family escape my mind. I saw a couple of texts from Jimin jumping on the screen. Taking a deep breath in I opened them and started to read. Oh is that so? Feeling brave now, when we're away? I stopped, and scrolled to the following message. Oh so you think you can send me such a challenge and then ignore me completely? I exhaled sharply and scrolled to the last message. You will not be able to walk once I'm done with you. A fearful smile crept on my face. What the hell was I supposed to do now? What about his promise to take things slow? I mean obviously, it was my fault too, I keep teasing him over and over again without actually allowing him to get to the real fun. I checked my watch, I should be home in about twenty minutes. That's how much time I have to make a decision.

I kept thinking and re-thinking and overthinking and at the end of the trip I felt even more confused. I definitely liked Jimin, and sure as hell wanted him. Oh really? No way. Dumbass. I was not a kid, and there were no logical reasons for me to be afraid of what is waiting for me at home except for one thing. I didn't know what to do. I never had a boyfriend, obviously I was a virgin. What if I were not good.. in bed? You're making yourself cringe. Stop it. On the other hand, it's been a few hours since the last text from Jimin came, so maybe he will have calmed down by now. Maybe he'll be asleep, and I'll sneak in quietly and go to bed too.

I said my goodbyes to the twins and went to the housing. I lifted my head and stood in shock. Jimin was in the balcony, leaning at the railing again, but this time I could read his expression far too well. He had a smile so wide and so devious that it sent shivers down my spine. He stood back up, cracked his neck to both sides and went inside the room. The lights were completely off and I began panicking. Ooooh you did it this time dumbass, how will you take care of this now? So much for planning in advance, tactician.

I walked up the stairs, dragging  my feet one after another, stalling the time as much as I could. I felt insane amount of various emotions raging through my body and mind, but one of them I managed to pin down and was pleasantly surprised. It was excitement. I was excited. I wanted to know what waits for me, the way his face looked a couple of minutes before sparked a fire in my stomach that no matter how I tried I couldn't calm down. I decided to pick up the pace and meet my fate head on - there was no turning back now, I played with fire too much, now I wanted to see if I'll get burned.

I stopped for a second in front of the apartments door and took a deep breath. Unlocking the door with the key-card I turned the handle and went inside. It was completely silent, and I felt like a child playing hide and seek, just the prize for winning was much more intriguing then the game itself. I silently took of my shoes and went through the small hallway space. As soon as I stepped out into the living room I felt someone grabbing my elbow and pushing me, quite harshly, into the wall.

Jimin instantly grabbed both of my thigs and lifted me, making me wrap my legs around his waist for support. He looked me straight in the eyes, the rays of the setting sun danced around his face, making his grin even more devious then before. I could see his intense dark stare and realised, that he had not calmed down throughout the hours that I was not here. He was waiting for me, with all the emotions building with every minute passing. And I could feel that he was at the verge of exploding, his whole body was trembling from overflowing eagerness, ready to rip me to shreds. Without another second to get my head straight, Jimin pushed himself against me, leaving not an inch of space between us and crashed his lips on mine. A small moan escaped my mouth and he used the open space to navigate his tongue in. His hot breath was dancing all over me, and he kept attacking me faster and faster, sucking on my lips and biting them. I could barely keep up with his kisses and the electric shocks that his hands kept giving me while they went under my shirt and travelled up to my breasts. I entangled my fingers in his hair and ripped his head back making him growl a bit for the suddenly lost contact.

I looked him in the eyes, my vision blurring a bit, still panting from the kiss, and all I could whisper was "Tonight I don't want you to hold back."