"So you have a big time crush on my brother?"
"I'm going to kill you Park Jimin," I said darkly.
"This is going to be great blackmail," he laughed.
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Jimin's POV
I smiled to myself. This holiday was honestly going to be amusing. In a way even though she was the reason for my dread in the first place I also clung to Y/n as my lifeline on this trip. Being with her can be aggravating but without her... I shivered at the thought of what it could have been like without my brother's little admirer. This trip could have driven me mad with boredom. I could hardly keep away from the girl. Poor her. The moment I tried walking away and joining in some form of more or less mature conversation I found myself scheming on new ways to provoke Y/n the cow (let's not forget his nickname for y/n xD). However, I know that in order for me to say that I had truly had a good time on this trip I would have to up my game. Random bursts of touch couldn't sustain me for long and I couldn't explain the strange hunger that I had for more every time I was near her. Well, I was a teenage boy. I was allowed to be this way even if said urges were directed towards my 'sworn enemy'. I snickered to myself at the thought of how Y/n blew our competitive relationship out of proportion. It wasn't like I was fond of the girl but I didn't take our rivalry as seriously as she did.
I had made up my mind on where I was going to take my schemes, it was just a case of mind of matter, how long would I be able to hold out? However, I was positive it was going to be worth the wait.
Your POV
I stared suspiciously at the person who was probably going to cut my life short due to stress. The blonde boy had been strangely agreeable during the last two days. He hadn't done anything to annoy me and hardly even spoke a word to me. The whole house seemed to be in relief that Jimin and I weren't breaking into fights every two seconds. Everyone was pleased with what was happening... except me. In my mind there was no possible way that the boy stretched out over the couch in a relaxed posture could possibly be considerate in any way. It felt like he was tricking us all, attempting to lure us into a false sense of security before he snapped and took the house by storm. Or maybe it was just me he was trying to trap. Perhaps I was the only person Park Jimin had set his sights upon to torture. Or, I could be paranoid and self absorbed. I wished for the third option.
"You're just being suspicious," Cheol had told me when I had voiced my fears to him. He had chuckled at my eternal distrust of his younger brother.
"Yes, but what if those suspicions are there for a reason? To save us from your tyrant of a brother?!" I said desperately, trying to make my grinning best friend understand why I was acting so mad. Cheol patted my head while shaking his head and silently laughed at me. I knew he found my paranoia in this moment rather humorous but I didn't share his views. So now I sat on the couch opposite to the one Jimin lay on, eyeing him like he was wild creature that was about to rip my arm off at a moment's notice. Jimin lazily dragged an eyelid open to meet my defensive posture.
