Fear Me P.JM

Chapter Fifty Three: "Im over fear"

If I wasn't sure that Su had never met Abna, I'd swear that they shared the same brain.

It started at dawn when a foghorn went off in my room.

"WAKEY WAKEY!" Jb yells.

I shoot out of my bed, my eyes bloodshot, wondering why and how the Titanic hit my house.

"NO MORE TRAINING!" I scream.

Jb tosses the foghorn and looks at me, puzzled.

"Training?" He grins. "No training. Time to get ready. Su told me to get you at five."

I grab my blanket and pull it over my head. "I think she meant PM."

Jb tries to pull the blanket out of my arms, but I hold on like a leech.

"No," he says trying to shake me off. "She specifically said AM."

"Why must you all insist on spending hours to get ready?" I groan.

Jb starts pulling my blanket with both arms, but I remain latched on. When it's time for me to sleep...I WANT TO SLEEP!

"Well, I don't have to spend hours," Jb says. "And you really need to let go."

"Noooo..." I grab onto my blanket tighter.

"LET GO!" Jb yells pulling me off the bed with the blanket.

"NO!"

The door to my room suddenly flies open. Jb drops the blanket and I sit up immediately. Standing there are my parents, eyes bulging.

"JAEBEOM LIM," my mother says. "You are welcome any time in our house BEFORE eight! It's five in the morning!"

"And what the hell was that noise!" my father demands.

Jb and I look at each other.

"Sorry!" I say.

"Sorry Mr. and Mrs. Travis," Jb says lowering his head.

My mother turns to me, livid.

"Kito! If Jaebeom wants to play right now, then GO! You don't need my permission anymore! Seriously! You two literally shared the same crib! GO!"

I stand up, not sure whether to really go or not. You know parents. They say one thing but they mean another. My dad holds up his hand.

"FIVE. FOUR. THREE. TWO. ON-"

Jb and I fly out of the room like Sonic the Hedgehog.

When the Travis's sleep...you let them sleep.

Period.

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"Jb! Kito!" Su says in delight upon opening the door at Jimin's house.

"I'm going to sleep on the couch," Jb mutters and Su gestures to another room.

"Me too," I say nodding but Su sticks her arm out.

"No!" Su says. "You will come with me."

She pulls me by my arm and the moment I step inside I wonder if it is really five in the morning. Lights are on, there are hair dryers going off, make up is scattered everywhere, and dresses hanging from racks fill the room.

"Do you know Abna?" I ask out of curiosity. "From my class?"

Su shakes her head. "No. Why?"

I follow Su up the stairs.

"I just get the feeling you two would get along very well."

Su leads me into a bathroom. She hands me a towel and a bathrobe.