The Perfect Set of Twins (P.jm)

Chapter Twenty Three

Jimin POV

I walked down the empty hallway, or it would've been empty if BTS (Me included) and Jung Ji weren't crowding it end to end. We were loud and I was grinning at Jung Ji, talking animatedly in her head to Jungkook. She was glaring at him and he was laughing loudly at her. I was so enraptured in listening in on everyone's conversation that I barely missed bumping into someone. "Oh, sorry." I move to the side.

The girl just scoffed. "Heh. Nice etiquettes." And I stood there for a second just confused, before Jung Ji (an angry one) came over to us.

"Pardon me?" She asks politely.

"I said 'nice etiquettes,' not that that has anything to do with you." Repeats the girl sneakily. "What with you guys blocking the entire hallway, and all."

"You know, I was just thinking that it's really easy to find human bitches in real life," starts Jung Ji defensively. "And here you are! Why couldn't you just not show up in my lifetime?"

Having had time to process her rude attitude, I hold Jung Ji back before flashing a formal, fake smile at the girl. "I can see how that would be troublesome to you, so I am sorry, but I feel like you're in a bit of a tough spot to say I don't have etiquettes." The 'Lady' looks confused at those words. "To elaborate, it's not like you tapped one of our shoulders and asked us to move, and you certainly didn't have to snap. Or if you were going to, don't involve Jung Ji in this. Anyone who is anyone would know by now that she shouldn't be angered." I pass her over to Yoongi and Jungkook. Yoongi just Spurs her on, but Jungkook holds her and stares her in the eyes. They blink frustratedly at each other before Jung Ji backs down in fake docility.

She harrumphed and backs up. "It shouldn't matter what my reaction was when you were the one at fault."

"It shouldn't matter what a murderer's reaction was, the burglar was the one at fault." I repeat back to her.

"You calling yourself a thief?" The girl places her fists on her hips, and glares at me, annoyedly.

"I'm a thief of hearts," I wink cheesily at Ji, who rolls her eyes and moves back to see how I deal with it. "But the main point is supposed to be that you're overreacting, killer-of-jaemmi (Jaemmi means fun). It's a hallway it happens. Now umm... you have a good day, etiquette lady." I say, fake bowing before leaving with my group of friends.

"That was good, Jimin." Says Yoongi Hyung. "Not legendarily, epically swaeg, But you'll get to a quarter of my level eventually."

I giggle a bit and send him an eye-smile. "It wasn't supposed to be an attempt at swaeg, it was supposed to be an attempt to teach a lesson and protect my girlfriend." I wrap my arm around her in a hug, and Ji affectionately kisses my cheek.

After saying goodbye to all my friends as we leave the school, I head over to where my car is parked and drive home. My house seems eerily quiet. The lights are off, but you can't tell if there's anyone inside or not. I throw caution to the wind, and walk in: "Mom, Dad, I'm home!" I shout.

The kitchen? Empty. The office? Empty. The bedrooms, bathrooms, attic, all empty. There's only one place left, and that's the basement, a place I tend to avoid for the sake of not screaming my lungs out when I see a moth. I open the creaky door, and tip toe down it. The steps creak under my weight and I tuck my phone away.

If I'm about to be killed, I'd rather not see it happen. I continue to walk down the stairs with my eyes closed, and climb down. This is scary, but if I live through this, I'm going to take Jung Ji on that beach-picnic date she wanted to go on.

Flashback:~
When we were kids...

"Hey, Jiminie," Said Jung Ji, laying down beside me. "When you find a girl or boy you love what would you do?"

"I'd take my girlfriend out on so many dates!" Said Jungkook. "And do that thing mom and dad do in pictures. That yucky smooching thing. Mommy says that's what some people do to show how much they love each other." Jungkook nodded to himself, happy with his own answer. "What about you, Hyung?"

"I don't know, Jungkookie... maybe I'd just cuddle and hold them and protect them all the time. Like a teddy bear." I'd replied back, turning to Jung Ji as a signal for her to talk. "How about you?"

"Hmm.." she stopped and thought for a second. "I wanna sit with him while we both read different books, either curled up next to a fire, or while we're having a beach picnic. And we'd eat ice cream all the time." She fantasized before frowning. "The other girls say that I should want a Prince Charming, that protects me and buys me things, but I don't want that."

"Yuck." Gagged Jungkook, hearing about the girls. "Don't listen to them, Ji. And don't turn out like them, I think I'd throw up if you started acting like those bimbos."

I coughed, choking on my oxygen. "Who taught you that word?"

Present:~

"Zhhejd!" I hear, a loud fluttering noise and duck as the moth flies by my ear. I move to the opposite corner of the room, only to find another moth. So I flee moths for a good thirty seconds before flying up the stairs. "Ahdejdjjdjendbfox!!!!!"

"-are we supposed to tell Jimin?" I hear a sad sigh from my mom.

"Tell me What?" I ask, ignoring them. "By the way, we should really get rid of the moths downstairs. I'm having a panic attack."

"Jimin, son," my dad starts. Uh oh. When he says 'Jimin, son,' nothing good can come from it. "Your grandfather from your mother's side, he's just... well, Jimin, he died."

"Ha-Haraboji?" I ask, quivering a bit. "No way!" Haraboji from my mom's side is my favorite grandparent. 100% Busan, even though he lives in Gangnam, where we'd moved for a bit. He's sweet and loving, but in all his years has seen so much hatred. And now he's seeing the eternal sleep, too..

"He left all he owned to you, Jiminie." Says mom, tears lining her eyes in a thin film. "I-!"

Before she can say anymore, I move to hug her, causing her to lose control of her tears. "Shh." I say, as she sobs into my shoulder. The tears stream down my face as well. I look at my dad, who's holding his hand over his nose and mouth as though it stop himself from joining us. I pull him in by that hand though.

Haraboji was close to all of us. And it's hard to accept that he's moved on to see even more than he saw on this earth.

My family's cries echo off the wall the entire night as we sleep together in the living room, begging for something even we don't recognize.