Nemesis ~ {PJMxR}

13: Unlucky

If my mother ever had bad timing it was that time, early morning when she caught her child be sandwiched in between her closest friend's sons. Now she would never shut up about her absolute mess of a daughter.

Most parents might blow their lid if they ran into their child in this situation. They might be worried that their daughter is being squished in between two boys. They might warn said daughter of the dangers of a teenage boy's hormones. This was not my mother, she might've had these reactions if it had been any other two boys than Cheol and Jimin. However, everyone here knew that Cheol was too gentlemanly and Jimin was Jimin so there was no need to worry about him trying anything on me. Of course, they didn't know of the way Jimin's been acting towards me recently but I wouldn't think of that either as it just seemed so impossible for Jimin to have any such thought towards me. It felt as though it just didn't count.

Instead of my mother having any of the above reactions she would just sigh and facepalm at her monkey of a daughter, or perhaps I resembled more of a gorilla. So as it was while the group climbed back up the slope to the the house for breakfast, the topic of the hour appeared to be about me and my many antics. I blushed furiously as my mum brought up an extremely embarrassing situation, the colour spread across my cheeks only deepening in hue and heat as Jimin burst out laughing, wiping the corners of his eyes to exaggerate his look of joy. I stared daggers at my mum and bitterly stuffed my hands into the pockets of Jimin's jacket, which I had recovered after finally ring untangled from the Y/n plus Park brother sandwich, much to a certain bleach blonde's dismay. I may have kept hold of Jimin's jacket but Cheol suggested, for the sake of peace, that we swapped shoes which seemed like a better idea rather than staggering around in shoes sized poorly for our feet.

I decided to avenge myself, I couldn't have Jimin laughing his face off at my past idiot self so I slapped him across the back of the head. He immediately ceased in his ecstatic laugh and gave me a dead look.

"Hey!" Mum snapped. "Keep the peace," she warned us. I widened my eyes innocently and threw my hands behind my back, clasped together. Jimin stares at me with a nasty glint in his eye, a shine that promised he would get his revenge. I shivered slightly despite the sun now warming the earth with it's warm glow. Somehow, knowing that Jimin had time to plan his strike back made me nervous. A planned revenge is a lot more daunting rather than some violent gesture in return to mine.

Breakfast was not an enjoyable affair as I spent the entirety of the time worried about Jimin's next move. I could see him throwing me dirty looks throughout the meal. I was positive he had somehow planted something in my tea as I took a sip each time, or perhaps he was dirty enough to put something disgusting in my favourite jam. Either say I was far too suspicious and cautious to enjoy the meal properly. As minutes turned into hours my jumpiness was only worsened. I thought it was silly how cautious I was about it, it's not like he would try and kill me or anything but somehow I was afraid of his retaliation. I was careful not to provoke him in the slightest, my cowardice did not go unnoticed by the boy who watched me carefully from his slanted brown eyes. He watched me like a hawk stalking prey. He stared, he glared, and I feared. I feared what all those nasty glances meant. It was true, even I could tell that he was purposefully trying to make me edgy, purposefully trying to put me on guard. It was all working like a charm and the dirty, rotten, snake-like pig knew it. I tried to keep going through the day normally but it was difficult to say the least. I tried to stick to Cheol's side, knowing Jimin won't try anything to risky with his older brother around but it would appear that Jimin capturing me alone and extracting his revenge was completely unavoidable.