Across the Cove | PJM

Park Jimin wasn't someone you particulary liked. He was your next-door neighbor at Lake Magoa, and throughout your childhood, he teased and taunted you. When you moved away at the age of ten, you were relieved to never have to see his face again. Now, you were eighteen and had just finished a painful year of college. But, of course, your controlling mother had to plan a summer-long vacation at that lake. You were dreading the visit to see Park Jimin.

But he sure wasn't.