If You Love Me

Chapter 24: Knocking on Heaven's Door

"Between you and your sister, the two of you combined are one brain cell I swear..." Chaerin sighs, gathering her coiled, traditionally ahjumma-styled hair into a short ponytail. She tosses a few dishes into Bora's sink. The receiver grimaces. 

"Look, I just figured Y/N needed some space. You know how she's always been." Bora continues accepting the dishes your aunt passes to her, muttering under her breath, "Seriously, people are disgusting when they eat in public."  

Aunt Chaerin hears this however, and quips back, "Bora, you eat like a horse in public." 

"That wasn't my point Auntie!" 

Chaerin wheezes, knowing her wits served her well. She rolls her shoulders back, and slips off her gloves after scrubbing her final dish to a pearly shine. "How much longer should we wait for Y/N? It's been 10 minutes already. We still have to clear 4 rooms." 

Your raven-haired sister hums, "Yup. A face like that takes hours to wash." 

Chaerin's palm anchors to her waist, the expression smudged on her worn-out visage speaking volumes. 

"Fine!" Bora whines through her embraced teeth, "I'm going now. You better not deduct my salary if Y/N doesn't show up." 

Your aunt pops a sarcastic chuckle,"Don't you just love it when a sister cares?" 

Rolling her eyes when exiting the kitchen, Bora makes her way to your hotel room. As she passes by the lobby, she notices a familiar figure in a guest chair, head between their legs. She grins. 

"Ow! What the hell was that for?" The carrot-top boy whines, mourning the loss of feeling along the back of his neck. 

"For everything and nothing." 

Jimin's brows knit, lips curved and prepared to protest until unannounced to his chest cavity's stability, Bora's laugh oozes into his ears. It had been a melody he failed to realize he needed until this now. 

Not wanting make his attention obvious, he provides a small smirk. "I think you're forgetting who's your personal Uber around here." 

The charcoal beauty snaps her fingers, "Ah right, I should give credit to the car. Oops. I'm a bit forgetful you know." 

Jimin's mind swirls further into frenzy when dimples mark Bora's cheeks. Jimin grins, muttering in heavy southern dialect, "Next time we go anywhere, I'm dumping you back in Seoul."

The poor girl's brows furrow in confusion. "What on earth did you just say? That you're going to take a dump in Seoul? God, your accent is thick... I can't understand anything."

He winks. "That's the way it's supposed to be, hotel maid."

Jimin is prepared to tease again until he notices the curious state of his victim's expression. Her brows strung tight, lips pursed into a frown, gaze narrow. A twinge of guilt floods Jimin's system. Did he do this?

"Bora I'm sorry-"

"Can you excuse me for a moment? I'll be right back."

Only now as Jimin's gaze trails Bora's path does he realize what she her heart had been burning so intently on - Yoongi. He watches as her figure disappears up the stairs, matching the steps of the man she was chasing until her figure fades into obscurity.

Upon first glance, Bora could feel the déjà vu tingling down her spine. From the stories she had heard she knew well who this man was and what he was capable of. Since that drunk, solemn night, Bora now understands that her lingering feeling of familiarity was no coincidence.