The Perfect Set of Twins (P.jm)

A Good Cry

And I tell him everything. Chimmy, my teddy bear has been there for me sinceI was five. The days I washed him were the worst because I couldn't find anything to replace the stuffy that had become so close to my heart. I swear if my teddy bear were a person, I'd probably date him. The happiest warm thoughts fill my head in the morning but I frown when I learn that my teddy bear is wet with tears. Did I really cry that much last night?

In a few minutes the alarm on my phone goes off, making me huff in anger. I turn it off, turn on low power mode, and throw it by the door. I don't want to human in the mornings, but I also don't want to be late to going to school early. Sounds weird? Something a good student or people who care about time would say? I'm not the worst student, but I'm not very caring of time. Time doesn't wait for me, so what has it ever done to deserve my effort in caring for it? Nothing yet.

These are just morning thoughts. I get ready, put on my uniform, and look around for the leggings I usually wear under my cringe skirt. Why can't I just wear pants? The school doesn't actually care, but I've never really gotten around to telling Mom to ask them for permission.

Mom... yesterday was really rough. I even told Chimmy about how I still call Jungkook "Kookie Oppa" in my head. I also admitted it to Jimin. And he kissed me. "AH!" I shout for a high pitched second. I run downstairs, phone in hand rushing to see Mom... except Jungkook is also there. "Hi, Mom. J-Jungkook."

"Jung-Ji, sweetheart, your hair is a mess. Yoongi is picking you up today, at least pretend to be presentable?" My mom sends me upstairs. Jungkook sni- wait, he didn't snicker. He's not himself, he must be hungry.

I go upstairs and I realize I was in such a rush to tell her, and so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't wash my hair. I strip down and jump in the shower for about twenty minutes, making sure the shower is at the highest, scalding temperature it can reach before sighing deeply in content. I haven't felt content in a while. Why does it feel forbearing?"

Jungkook POV

"Mom, about yesterday," I say once Jung-Ji can be heard shutting the shower door after her weird screech from a few seconds ago.

" I know it's hard, Jungkook. The first step is knowing you did something wrong, the second is knowing what you did wrong. The third, fix what is wrong. Don't just apologize to her, show her you're sorry."

"I can't just suddenly do that, she wouldn't believe me!" I growl frustratedly, and slam my head back, a nineteenth degree angle formed with my neck like I've seen Jimin Hyung do so many times. "I'm gonna ask Hyung what I should do."

She nods, eating her cereal. "Good idea. And don't do that. You're not as flexible as Jimin, you could hurt yourself."

"Are you my mom or my Noona?" I ask mom incredulously. She acts like she's not offended by that!

"I mean, I know I'm young, Jungkook, but... finish your cereal, young man."

I finish the rest of my cereal in silence, anxiously waiting for Yoongi Hyung to text or for Jung-Ji to come downstairs. I suddenly realize a mistake I made. Jung-Ji is in the shower, washing her hair. I was gonna prank mom by dyeing her hair red. It only needs to be in for eight minutes, and Jung-Ji keeps her shampoo in longer than that; from what I remember mom telling her to do, she keeps it in for... 12 minutes. Oh, god.

"Aahhhhhh!!!!!"

"Mom, I think I made another mistake. The hair shampoo was filled with hair dye."

"What!?"

Jung-Ji is down in the next six minutes. I gulp as she comes down, looking... really nice, actually, but the problem was she looked enraged. "Jeon FruckWuzzling JUNGKOOK?!?!" She whisper screamed at me as she pulled her wet, bright hair.