"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...
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I stare at the ceiling, unable to obey the beckons of sleep. I don't even feel drowsy. My mind keeps drawing back to the conversation I overhead a short while before the Parks left after dinner;
"Are you sure those two aren't dating?" So-yi asked.
"What, Jimin and Y/n? Hah, you must be kidding. Those two could never!" Cheol had replied with a laugh.
"Seriously? They were giving off real touchy vibes before, not to mention Jimin kept shooting sneaky glances at her at dinner and she totally lit up after he first approached her." I had frowned from my place, hidden around the corner. She must be joking, I did not light up!
Cheol laughed again. "I don't think so," he said. "Maybe you think that since you don't know the circumstances too well but those two are the farthest thing from a romantic relationship that any two people could ever be."
It was Cheol who was right, of course. He knows all the facts and obviously has the better informed opinion, but... I can't believe So-yi thought she saw what she said she saw. No way! Gross. I hope other people don't think like that when they meet Jimin and I. I mean sure we're always in close contact. Sure, we talk often and see each other every week but that's only because of our family situation. If there is any way to call us close it's in the same way brothers and sisters are close; knowing each other's personalities and habits well but never knowing the other person's secrets and personal business. I bury my face in my pillow and lie like that for as long as I can go without breathing and even until I'm a little light-headed. Why am I bothered by what Lee So-yi said?... it's because Jimin kissed me, isn't it? It's probably because even though I've done my best at ignoring that train of thought I still revisit it at least once every day and the thing that plagues me most about the memory is how good his lips felt against mine... why? Why? Why? I know it's because he's simply an experienced kisser but that still doesn't make me feel any better. I wish it had felt as gross as I had expected it would be had we ever kissed... not that I've thought about it before it actually happened or anything.
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"Get up lazy bones, the time has arrived for you to return to the dreadful land of school," Mum sings as she rips open my curtains. But you have to get up pretty damn early in the morning, even earlier than when Mum gets up, in order to catch me off guard with unholy morning light. I'm already tucked safely beneath my covers and cowering at the bottom of my mattress.
"You think you can hide from me?" Mum says, I can hear the challenge in her voice. I sense her approaching the bed and then the covers are ripped from my body and I'm exposed to the cold morning light and chill all at once. I cry out in pain, hiding my face beneath my arms.
"I'm sorry darling, for having to be this cruel. But I know you and there's no other way to get you up than this." She pats me sympathetically and walks out of the room. I momentarily entertain the idea of grabbing my duvet and sinking back into the depths of warmth and comfort but I force my limbs into a more productive chain of movements. I slip into my cold, rigid uniform that I haven't worn in what has felt like years and yet still too soon. I braid my hair into two French braids and pout at my reflection in the mirror. My entire face expresses the utter lack of sleep I've had for the past week. I pull on some shoes and grab my restocked school bag and head out. It feels strange walking to school again after my restful holiday and yet at the same time it's almost as though I was never away from this daily grind.
