"So you have a big time crush on my brother?"
"I'm going to kill you Park Jimin," I said darkly.
"This is going to be great blackmail," he laughed.
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Intended for each other since birth... HAH! Pah-lease, more lik...
Hey! It's been awhile lmao. My writing style has changed a bit since the last update so do forgive the inconsistency. Also, forgive me again as I'm a little bit rusty when writing this story.
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Your POV
"After all these years you two still don't know how to settle a dispute by yourselves," mother tuts. She shakes her head as though severely disappointed in her offspring.
"What are you talking about?" I say indignantly. "We have settled plenty of disputes by ourselves, thank you very much." Auntie Iseul shakes her head, mirroring my mum.
"I just don't get it. We never even heard you arguing. What has gone wrong this time?" She asks, appearing genuinely bewildered. I think I may be a violent shade of red by this question. It's been about two days since the incident and I still can't think of it without losing all composure and wanting to curl up in a ditch and die. Jimin and I are still awkward and avoiding each other and the family is officially fed up with our idiotic attempts to scramble by each other without acknowledging the existence of the other person. Mum and Iseul have finally cornered me to extract information and I have a slight suspicion that something similar might be happening to Jimin with our Dads and Cheol as the interrogators.
"Look guys, we don't hate each other we're just feeling uncomfortable. But I'm positive we'll be over it very soon," I try my best to sound truthful and sure but they look sceptical.
"I certainly hope you mean it because it's getting eerie around here," mum says, half joking, half serious. Our families aren't the only ones pulling for the restoration of my previous relationship with Jimin. I would like noting better than to reconcile with Jimin. I hate this huge chasm between us. It makes me feel uncomfortable in a place I consider home. I don't have the guts to make the first move though so it's up to Jimin when or if we get over this "rough patch". That may be a bit unfair to put that on his shoulders. We've locked eyes a couple times and I've tried to communicate to him through my eyes and I get the feeling he understands but he doesn't make a move. Maybe he doesn't want to reconcile but why would that be? I should be the on angry at him for stealing my bikini not the other way around.
I climb up the stairs and out onto the wooden balcony. Thankfully no one is up here. I sink down onto one of the least spiderweb infested chairs and stare out at the view of the ocean. I listen to the distant roar of the dark blue-green waves rolling up to crash upon the golden sand. I take a deep breath and attempt to calm my mind. If Jimin refuses to take the first step then I'm going to have to muster up the courage to do it myself. I'd like to get over this before the holiday ends. Voices from below stir me from my thoughts and I stand up and lean over the wooden banister; it was Cheol, the Dads and Jimin on the ground floor deck, they were all chuckling at some mystery joke.
