Luckily, my shoulder wasn't as injured as I thought it was. It was mostly healed up by the next morning, just a light bruise. I'm tougher than I look, which surprised most people. Jimin still insisted that I let him or Jungkook give me a lift down the stairs.
"Either I do it, or I call Jungkook to do it. I'm not taking chances with your clumsy-!"
"Fine, fine, Jungkook!" I call out. He's right next to me rolling his eyes.
"This has got to be the most useless couple argument you guys are ever going to have. I'm not putting up with this, I'm still mad about yesterday." He huffs.
Yeah, well I'm still mad about the past two years of my life, so nyeggh. I roll my eyes at him, though instead of saying it. He's butt hurt right now, but he'll be actually hurt if I bring that up. "Alright, fine, Jimin, just let me go change first."
I hop up off the bed, and look up at him. Damn my height, it's all dad's fault I'm this short. Jungkook is 5'11, Jimin is 5'8, Yoongi is 5'8.5, and I'm down here. No, lower, lower, lower, there. I'm stuck at 5' freaking 3 and a half. I hop back on my bed, making me taller than Jimin for a few seconds so I can peck his forehead. Both our faces burn as I go into the bathroom.
I go through my morning routine, take a quick shower and put on my clothes. An oversized black t-shirt tucked into dark wash jeans. I exit the bathroom, only to find Jungkook exiting the room in front of me, fully dressed in a white oversized t-shirt with light wash jeans.
"I-!" We pause and grin, holding a hand up to each other as a high five. It's a natural instinct when we push our identical messy bangs back to expose our identical foreheads.
Jimin and Lisa walk out of their separate rooms to see JK and I basically using the other as a mirror. Except, well, I'm standing on a stool. Lisa blinks a couple times, and Jimin grins. "Those are the same outfits you guys wore when we first met! I remember you guys were the same height back then."
I stick my tongue out at him. "Guess I was right about you getting hot growing up." I say, unabashedly, causing Jimin to flush a bit.
"Hey, Noona." Winks Jungkook, cheered on by the flirting initiated by me, his shorter version. If I can do it, he probably thinks he can do it better. Ha! I'm smooth like a snake.
Lisa resolve crumbles a bit and she sighs when I shout. "Go claim your man."
"Thanks." She replies dryly.
"No problem. Let's go, Jiminie." He bends at the knees and hunches his back over, allowing my short height to climb on to him piggy back style.
Jungkook coolly slides an arm around Lisa's waist, though he's pretty hesitant about it. "You wanna-!" His eyes jump to us.
"No, thanks. Let's stick with this for now." He nods and we all make our way downstairs, Jimin pulling me into a bridal hold in order not to drop me.
The wafting smell of beef hits my nose like a brick, but not an unwelcome brick. I clamber out of Jimin's grasp to go to Yoongi Oppa, who's flipping the beef. (Sorry if you're vegan/vegetarian) ahh, beef. I smile at him and sneak a piece of some already cooked beef. "Mhmm. That's-!"
"Amazing, I know."
I nod in agreement and go say good morning to Dad. "Hi, Appa."
"Morning, Ji. You feeling any better?" I can see his gummy smile when I call him Appa. It makes me happy to say it the same way it makes him as he hears it.
"Much better, thanks." I move past him to see some vegetables on a cutting board and grab a knife before going to cut them.
"Be careful not to cut your hand off." Says Jungkook passing by me.
"Be careful not to get your hand cut off." I glare at Jungkook, his hand holding Lisa's. This is moving very quickly.
"What do you-!"
"Handsy with my best friend, huh?" I say, slapping him with my free hand. Then I smack the chuckling Lisa as well. "And you're getting all.... nyeggh with my brother. Don't rush into things!"
Jungkook sticks his tongue out at me but let's go of Lisa's hand anyways. "Joykill here is right about rushing. L-let's... umm... Noona?~" he flirts and pulls her to the side.
I know, I just know he's asking her on a date. How cute?
I continue chopping vegetables, even as Jimin whines at me. He's laying down on the chairs, sprawled out. The corner of his shirt is lifting but I can hardly pay attention to that when he's being a little baby. "Ah, come on, Jiji. Jiji. Jiji. Jung Jiiiii. Jeon Jung Jiiiiiiiiiii. My Jeon Jung Jiiiiiiiiii Jagiya." He noticed my atmosphere low key brightening hearing him say 'jagiya,' hearing him call me 'mine.' "Jagi~ please, finish cutting your vegetables."
I finished even slower than I planned to, just to watch Jimin whine like a baby. "Okay, I'm done, Jiminie."
He huffs and mutters under his breath, grabbing my arm and tugging me outside to the pool. Yep, there's a small pool. "Finally. Now, I'm going to show you what's what. Why did you ignore me!" I shook my head denying it. "I'll-!" He picks me up bridal style, and walks less than knee deep into the pool. "I drop you."
"I-I-uhh... it's cause I thought you were cute." I admit. "And I wanted to hear you call me jagiya again..."
He chuckles and backs out. "We should swim."
I nod and rush up the stairs to change but realize I didn't pack any shorts. I pout. "Jimin! I didn't pack any shorts for swimming."
He smiles at me. "I brought extra trunks if you really want to use those?"
"Yes, please!" I shout and hug him. He goes and opens his bag to take out his red swimming shorts and black and white shirt.
"This is for me, and this is for you," he pulls out a window pair of simple black and white swimming shorts.
"Thanks, Mochi." I go and get dressed, a long sleeved black swimming shirt on, tucking it into the loose trunks and I tie them tight around my waist. "Ah, nice!" I put on a coverup and make two little pigtails.
Okay, now I'm ready for this show!
I put some things on the grill for Appa, JK, and Yoongi Oppa and then head to Jimin. He smiles at me and then pulls me to the pool. "Lets have a team competition."
Oh, this is going to be fun. "You're on..."
I move close to him and poke him in the chest. "Jagiya."
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The Perfect Set of Twins (P.jm)
FanfictionWhen I was in second grade, I met the perfect set of twins. They dressed alike, they depended and cared for each other, they thought alike. It was the perfect stereotype. When I moved away, we lost all contact. Now that I've moved back, the twins wi...