It was destroyed, really, the concept of normal at this point. When we were kids, Jung Ji and I used to be so close that we had a random connection and couldn't live separate lives. And then in our pre teens and the first year of High School, we lost the connection but the normalcy was essentially shattered because of the uncalled for way I treated her. Now, it's back, stronger than ever, but the reality or vision that we thought would come are broken and laying on the floor right beside "normal."
I'm torn between being overly kind to her or acting like a normal sibling would because I should probably make up for lost time. Not to mention I, as I've mentioned before, feel like an absolute wad of garbage for being like that to anyone, let alone that she's my sister. I can't pretend like nothing happened, but I also want to put this behind us and stop being butt-hurt about my acting that way. I can't be normal.
Jung Ji can't be normal either. My feeling bad won't change that I really hurt her. She can't be normal when I've basically traumatized her with her own face. Ji was always there to back me up, to save me from getting hurt. It has to sting pretty badly when someone you protect hurts you. It must hurt when you go in front of a mirror to give your reflection a pep talk, but it's reversed. But no matter what I did, she still forgives me. She can't be normal between me and my actions.
One thing I noted though: there is no normal. There never has been, so there's nothing to go back to. That's like Superman being like 'I wanna go home,' going to Krypton, only to find nothing there. We didn't have normal, he didn't have Krypton. I'm spending too much time with Yoongi Hyung.
Jungkook.
Jung-Ji? Is that you?
Yeah. The whole reading thoughts and sharing them thing. It works when we're asleep, too. Or at least I'm asleep.
Oh, sorry.
You're right though. I do forgive you, but forgetting is a battle I'm still in.
Yeah, I'm having more trouble deciding on whether to forgive myself or forget it. I don't want to not acknowledge it but I don't want it to hold me back.
I know. Hey, I was wondering how this is going to work. I mean, I feel bad for Jimin and Lisa. They have to worry about when they're kissing 'Jagi' if their best friend feels it.
That's awkward. And Lisa and I-!
-kiss pretty often, I know. Jimin and I have only kissed twice. Our first kiss was... really nice.
I don't want to know, but at the same time... I wanna know what Short boy could do to make you swoon in your dreams.
Well, it was the day Yoongi Oppa came over to our house with his dad. Jimin was there. He helped me get upstairs and then I was ranting to him and he kissed me.
Do you think you could try sending me a memory?
Let me see... I just have to imagine it again and then try to see it. Close your eyes, I don't know if that's how it works but...
Ugh; I can't do it. It's umm... kind of... it's too good to share.
Was it a kiss or was it a make out session?
A cute kiss. We're not you and Lisa, Jungkookie.
Yeah, yeah, whatever. She's hot, that isn't my fault.
...you realize that that's my best friend right? And that I'm kind of okay with punching people in the face. Speaking of...
Are you worried about Minjae?
Yeah. I haven't seen him around and he's been quiet lately. I think he's going to try something that I won't be able to handle. It's just a... a hunch, I guess.
Yeah, I feel it too. Try to stay with any of the Hyungs or myself and not go places alone. Or without BlackPink, but preferably the Hyungs. If you and Lisa both got in danger, or if Jimin's cousin Rosé got hurt... i don't know what would happen.
Yeah, I know. I'm tough though, so don't worry too much. It might just be a physical reaction to my brain screaming about how much it doesn't want to go to school.
I get that... well, ima try to sleep. Sweet dreams, Jung Ji.
You too, JK.
It's-
Fine. JK Oppa.
Slightly better.
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The Perfect Set of Twins (P.jm)
Fiksi PenggemarWhen 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...