The Perfect Set of Twins (P.jm)

Dad's House

Jung Ji POV

Oh, wow. I mean, wow. I a hundred percent forgot that I was sleeping over at Yoongi's house today. At my dad's house, with my two brothers. For a week. "Mom, please stop!"

The woman was running around throwing things into my bag while lecturing me about behaving myself and how worried she was and to make sure not to get injured, sick, kidnapped, murdered, etc. I roll my eyes. "MOM! Chill out, Jungkook and Yoongi are both going to be there!"

"But will they be in the bathroom or closet with you? When you sleep?" She argued insistently. "Hmm?! What if a murderer comes in from there!"

"No, mom, they won't be in the bathroom or closet. I'll sleep near Jungkook, probably the same room. CaLm dOwN. I promise I won't get murdered."

She hesitantly stops throwing things like pepper spray and sharp metal pens in my bag, and just grabs me gently by the shoulders. "I just want you to be safe. Promise you'll be careful?"

"I will, Mom." I smile at her and hug her. "Dad will be here soon."

She stiffens when I call him 'dad' but nods and takes the stuff out of my bathroom. "Okay," She says, and stores my head. "Stay safe. Don't bother Mr. Min."

"I will. And don't worry, I won't bother him." I walk to the staircase, and screech for my brother. "YAhH jEoN jUnGKooK!!!!"

"I'm coming!" Comes his distant voice, followed by thundering footsteps as he races down the stairs, nearly slamming into a wall as he does so. "Okay. I'll call Hyung. Oh- he's calling. Must be nearby. Hello, Hyung?"

Something about 'get your ass outside, Jungkook!'

"Yeah, okay." He pats my head, referring to my short height, a good six inch difference. "Come on, Jiji, let's go."

I follow Jungkook our the door, heaving my backpack onto my back and with a quick peck to my mom's cheek, we run out the door. "Hey, Yoongi Oppa!" I say, chorusing with Jungkook saying 'Hyung.'

"Hi, Jung-Ji-ah, Jung-Guk-ah. You ready?"

"I mean, I know Mr. Min's chill like you, right?" Asks Jungkook calmly. "I'll be fine. Dunno about her though."

I stop and consider whether I'm nervous or excited, though those two are usually under the same umbrella of emotions. "Ji?"

"I... umm, I guess I'm nervous-excited. I mean, it's my dad. And it's really easy to be like 'hey, dad!' But I don't know anything about him and he doesn't about me. I guess I'm looking forward to getting to know him better?"

Yoongi smiles at me and starts the car. "I'm glad you're making an effort. Any requests?"

"Yeah," I say. "No More Dream?"

Jungkook snickers. "I knew you were going to say that."

"What can I say," I say. "I want to know which one of us is better at that song."

"Me, obviously. I was in it."

"How about I do one of your raps and we'll see who's better?"

"At least I can dance."

"At least I can rap."

"At least I'm good at everything."

"At least I don't brag about it, pabo."

"At least I-!"

"YAH! We can have a karaoke contest when we get there, but quit arguing you little- Jung Ji, hands over your ears please," and he continues to say something that sounds suspiciously like 'asshat,' and then nods at me to return to my normal position. "I'm playing Not Today, and that's that."