The Perfect Set of Twins (P.jm)

Dad's House (feat... Everyone?)

I'm changing the ages to 17 for Jimin and 16 for the twins. I think they were too young to date so... yeah.

Well, of course when Ji told me not to tell her mom, so I didn't tell her. No, but I did tell the Bangtan Boys. And the BlackPink girls. Oh, my god, we sound like gangs. And that is how we ended up having the sleepover sect of the week earlier.

"Dad, BTS and Ji's other friends are coming over today instead of next week."

"Is it because she fell? How is she by the way?" Dad asks concernedly.

"Mhmm." I nod, helping him with the food by flipping the kabobs on the grill over. "Jung Ji is stronger than you think. She has abs, did you know?"

Dad's eyebrows furrow, and he's sporting a weirded out look on his face. "How did you know?"

"The day that we found out who she was to us, Jungkook was annoying her by lifting her shirt in front of Jimin and I. He really is trying to change, though and hasn't done anything like that since."

Dad smiles. "I know. I trust in the fact that once Jungkook found out he was wrong about something he does everything (possible or not) to fix it. And I'm honestly not surprised. Doesn't Jungkook also have abs?"

"Why don't you ask him? In fact, Dad, go check on Jung Ji."

"I-I-I really shouldn't," refuses the man in front of me, an endearingly rare moment amongst the tough, to-the-point exterior.

I chuckle at him a bit before suggesting that he go check on her again. "Dad, she came here to get to know you and us. She was worried in the car because she wanted to get to know you. Don't be a stranger, okay? Jung Ji makes her way into hearts easily, but it's up to you whether you make your way into hers."

Dad seems to consider this and looks down upon realizing that I'm right. He hates it when I'm right. "I guess I c-!"

"Man up, Appa." I say, quickly pushing him toward the stairs. "I'm going to go get my stuff for the barbecue. Beef." And I quickly leave the house. I've pushed him in the right direction, but the decision is up to him. I grab my wallet and keys, and sit down in the car.

It hasn't been long since we learned about Jung-Ji, not long at all. And I can't help but wonder why Jungkook's stubborn ass is so easily accepting her. I don't have a problem with it, but it seems too good to be true. It's not easing into everything. Things have been so bad for Jung-Ji in the past few years, Jungkook has been making them bad for the past few years. I don't understand what could possibly have happened to make Jungkook change so fast.

I stop at the red light and wait for it turn green again by turning on the radio. Ji told me about the bands that she listened to, one of them being Twenty One Pilots. They seemed like a pretty good band. She made me play "Car Radio" on the way to school. Jungkook and I watched in confusion that day as she bopped her head to the foreign music, seeming to understand everything a hundred percent. That girl is honestly a genius with languages, quite the opposite of Jungkook who failed his English test with a mind blowing, heart stopping 3%. The signal turns on and I turn left when I get to the next one. A relaxed car ride.

Jung Ji told me that the song was about being alone with your thoughts and how the music can sometimes keep you from thinking about all the things in life. I only caught the part about the guy's stolen car radio.

Hey... I wonder how dad is doing...

Meanwhile, Mr. Min POV

I should go upstairs. I know Yoongi is right and I should go upstairs. I should go and talk to her.