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TWINS | BTS | Fanfic | PT 4

I woke up reaching for my phone the light of it hurt my eyes but I mange to read the time.

6:26 am.

Stretching I got up and hit my head against the bars of the bunk bed. "What the-" my eyes roam around my surroundings I forgot I wasn't in my room, nor my bed nothing belonged to me. Quietly I made my way towards the door, as I close the door I did my best to avoid making any sound. The kitchen sink leaks as I tried mange to recall everything in detail. Sunrise rose up lighting up the room, taking slow steps I unlock the balcony door and step out on the strangely large balcony. Cool concrete hit the bottom of my feet as rest my hands against the railing, the air smelled fresh and free I could see the whole city from up here.

"Beautiful isn't?" says a voice looking over to my right, Namjoon sat in a chair wearing sweats pants a hoodie and a beanie while taking a sip from his mug.

"Very." I says walking towards him and take the seat next to him. "So hyung what are you doing up so early?"

"I usually wake up around this time to see the sunrise it inspires me. What about you? You usually don't wake up this early." He was right Jimin has never been a early person, me on the other hand, mom would wake me up to make Kimchi while Jimin and Dad slept in also morning classes help. "Um I thought maybe it's time for a change." I say to him.

Namjoon smiles, "Change is good, everybody needs to change at some point."

Whoa such wise words from someone on the young side. Well then again he is my hyung .

"If I may ask did you ever wonder what would we be if we weren't in the group?"

Namjoon took a long sip from his mug before answering, "I'm not sure I really didn't put much thought into anything else. My parents really didn't support me my decision back then."

"Thank goodness everything worked out right." I say crossing my arms and lean against the rail. The sun's warmth kiss my face as the wind ran through my short hair. Namjoon coughs, "Has anyone ever told you that your prettier than a girl." I stare at him with wide eyes, he was using his sleeve to cover up his rosy cheeks. "Hyung your so funny I can never be as pretty as a women, I'm too masculine see." I laugh flexing my arms, he did not seemed impressed. Stepping back inside into the apartment, my phone rung causing me to squeal, Namjoon look through the window with a raise eyebrow, "I'm okay I stubbed my foot on the coffee table." I assure him.

Rushing into the kitchen making sure no one was around before answering.

"Yeoboseyo?"

[Finally! you answer do you have any idea how many times I called you.] complains Jimin.

"You only called me once Jimin." I argue, [Oh. Well I just wanted to tell you your class schedule is ridiculous.] he pants. Is he running?

"It's not ridiculous besides all university students have tons of classes its normal." I say turning on the rice cooker.

[ Yeah if you're a workaholic. And who in the world wants to teach classes this early.]

Taking out all the ingredients I began mixing them to make a proper meal. "Well you wanted to know what it was like to be a college student. Now you know. Look is there a specific reason why you're calling me "

[Oh right how should I put this. I um..might've misplaced your scooter.]

I slam the knife hard on the onion splitting it in half. Rage began brewing in my veins. "What did you just say."

[I..I..I said I m.mi..misplaced your scooter.] Jimin stutters.

"Park Jimin!!! Do you have any idea how much money I had to save up to buy it. Well do you? I took many shifts to pay it off and what do you do? You lose it! How irresponsible can you possible be-"

"Jinee?" says a faint voice.

Junyoung Oppa? Its Junyoung Oppa!!!!

"Junyoung Oppa!!!" I cheer in the phone then the line went dead. "YA!!!"

"Jimin-ssi why are you yelling." mumble a sleepy Taehyung rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, while holding a stuffed shaped heart.

"Taehyung oppa!" I say in surprise, that woke him up.

"Did you just call me oppa?" he says approaching me with a tiny bit of mischief in his voice.

Crap!!! Think of something you pabo.

"Yes I was practicing for the fans" What their fandom's name. Bullet proofies? No that's not it. I got it! "You know how much ARMY like when we say things like that."

Pressed against the counter, he examines my face I try to avoid his stare and then he lean in close. Too close for my comfort. "Jimin has any one told you that you have such pretty eyes." Tae says cupping my cheeks in his hands. "Just like a girl's." I gulp and shut my eyes tight. He chuckles before booping my nose and goes outside with Namjoon.

What was that about?

As I set down plates the rice cooker timer ran out, doors swung open and footsteps ran down the hall one by one everyone sat around the table. "Thank you for the food!" we say before picking up our utensils. "Wow Jin-hyung you really outdid yourself today." compliments Hoseok filling up his plate.

"It tastes good hyung." Jungkook says with a mouth full of food.

Jin stop eating and looks up at his dongsaengs in confusion. "I didn't make this I thought Suga did?" Everyone turned their attention to Suga, "Don't look at me I was asleep."

"Hoseok?" Hoseok shook his head.

"Please don't tell me it was you Namjoon." Jin says panicking. "Okay everyone stop eating, Hobi call an ambulance were all going to need it from this food poisoning."

"Hey! I can cook." argues Namjoon.

"Yeah right you'll loose a finger before you could ever cut an onion properly." states Suga getting a laugh out of all of the guys.

Resting my hands on my lap in held onto my PJ's. "I'm sorry is it not good. I can order something if you guys want." I apologize pulling out of my phone to call Uber eats.

Twelve eyeballs focus there attention towards me in surprise and confusion.

"Jimin?"

"You did this?"

I nod my head.

"When did you learn to cook something like this?" "Better yet where did you find the time to cook like this?"

Before I could answer a older man came and scolded us for not being dress. Without another word everyone stop eating, rush towards their rooms. Who is this man? I could feel his eyes starring at me as I head to the bedroom.

"Jimin." He says stopping me in my track. He notice I'm screwed. "Y...yes." I stutter avoiding his gaze.

"Did you get shorter?"

That ticked me off. Why don't people get that we don't like being called short.

"No sir I'm the same height as always." I force a smile.

"Well you better start drinking more milk it'll help you grow." He laughs messing up my hair. "Now hurry up and get change we have a busy day ahead of us and I have to keep you guys on schedule."

Oh so he's the manager.

Heading towards the room I turn the knob, to find a shirtless Jungkook. I let out a screech and cover my face with my hands. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Slamming the door shut, then it hit me it was my room too. Swallowing my embarrassment I step back in and ignore them. Took out whatever I found in closet and change in the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom I let out a sigh, my face felt warm. Looking in the mirror I saw my cheeks were a shade of pink. Resting a hand against my cheek the thought of Jungkook's torso pops in my head.

Damn no wonder girls are thirsty for these boy's.

Unbuttoning my shirt, I fold Jimin's PJ'S and sat them on the sink counter. It had only been a day but I could tell Jimin had a very strong bond with these boy's.

Putting on the pants and sweater, etc I notice that the sweater sleeves covered my hands completely.

When did Jimin get so big?

I'm literally drowning in this.

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All six boys & I piled into the back of a black tinted window van. Everyone were minding their own business. Yoongi was listening to his music while sleeping. Nam-joon pulls out a book out of nowhere. Hobi and Tae, Jin were casually talking to each other. While the youngest one was fiddling with a camera, taking pictures of all the members and sceneries we drive by.

Resting my chin on the palm of my hand I stare out the window. Not a cloud in the sky, magpies flew past us in a group.

Jungkook smiles at his hyungs while filming with his camera. Then turns his attention to Jimin who stared at the crowd of magpies flying past them. Subconsciously the young makane took a picture of Jimin with a big smile on his face.

Looking at the pictures he couldn't help but stares at Jimin's facial features. His eyes were bigger, cheeks a bit round than before, his lips pinker and fluffier. Jungkook runs he's thumb across the screen. "Jungkook-ah what are you looking at so deeply?" Jin asks him leaning over his shoulder. Jin saw the image of Jimin "Woah that's a nice picture of Jimin he looks so feminine. Look Jimin, Jungkookie to a picture of you." The oldest Hyung takes Jungkook's camera and tosses it shows to Jimin. He fumbles a little but manages to catch it. Jimin looks at the taken picture with a amazement. "You're really good at photography."

"Jimin why are you acting like this is the first time you see Kookie's photography?" Jin asks. Jimin looks up and laughs nervously, "Well I just never seen such a nice picture taken of me before." says Jimin

That raise a spark of curiosity in Jungkook's mind. Infact he's notice Jimin acting odd for quite sometime, he was always on his phone texting. And just this morning he manage to cook a five star meal, when last week he burnt ramen and suddenly he becomes a cooking wiz.

Something not right here. Jungkook grabs the camera from Jimin's hands and slightly they touch hands, quickly Jimin pulls back and resumes to look out the window.

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I let out a sigh as the vehicle came to a halt. Stepping out the car I fix my sweater. The building we're at had a giant sign plasterer that read: Big Hit Entertainment inside them main lounge. Following close behind the boy we were guided into a dance studio. Mirrors hung on the wall it sent chills down my spine. It had been years since I've stepped foot in a dance studio and frankly I've been nervous to step in one. The choreographer welcomed us with a firm handshake that makes me internally whence. Placing our stuff on the floor we begun with stretching exercises, I sat on the floor spread my legs and fold myself in as much as I could. Then I felt a pair of hands press against my back pushing me down further, "Let me help you." It was V who has his hands pressed on my back. I could feel his finger run up and down my spine then he stops, "Jimin what are you wearing underneath your sweater it feels bumpy?" He ask pulling down the collar on my yellow sweater.

No no no no he can't find out. Not like this.

"V let go practice is about to start."

"Hold on there's something on your sweater it look white strings." He says as the tips of his finger rub against my skins, biting down on my lip hard. I try to push him off but he had a firm grasp on my body. He tugs on the bandage and pulls it hard tightening the other bandages around my ribcage making it harder to breath. With all the oxygen left in my lungs I let out a scream, V let's go of the bandage everyone turn there focus on us. "Yah! What did you do to Jimin you pabo!" Yells Hobi grabbing Taehyung's shirt.

"I didn't do anything to him. I was just trying to help him he had something in his sweater." Claims V pointing to the now empty place where I stood. Namjoon manages to calm Hobi down, and he let's go of Taehyung's shirt. Everyone goes back to what they were doing, Take gazes down to the strand of bandage that he has in his hand examining it thoroughly. Why does Jimin have bandages? He thought to himself putting the evidence in his pocket. I manage to slip out of the dance studio and into the corridor I kept walking, while precessing my hands against my chest. Luckily I manage to find a women restroom and hid inside one of the stalls. Time past, footsteps could be heard from outside the toilets, people shouting if they have seen Jimin. Pulling my feet closer to my chest I shut my eyes hoping no one would find me, tears ran down my cheeks. That was horrifying, since my freshman year of college I could never handle confrontation well, I always ran away.

"Hello?" Says a voice knocking slightly on the stall. "Are you okay? Do you need any help?"

I gave no response.

"Look hiding is not going to make anything better trust me. Please come out." Her voice sounded gentle almost like an angel. Hesitant I unlock the door and step out not daring to look at the face of the owner. "Jimin? Wha- hold on." She steps an inch closer grabs my cheeks and forces me to look up at her. Her hair was nice and well taken care of and her make was well done.She pulls on my cheeks then let's go she had a annoyed look on her face.

"You're not Jimin. Who are you?" She saw right threw me who was this women. "Talk before I call security. Don't you know this company only trains male trainee. You could seriously get in trouble for impersonating Jimin you know."

"Look I don't know who you are. So I'm just going to leave." I say leaving. She places her arm against the wall preventing me from leaving. "If your just here to get close to BTS think again there family to me and I won't let some sasaeng get near them got it."

Is she threatening me. Okay I tried to be nice, now I'm pissed off.

"Let's get one thing straight here. I'm not a sasaeng, I'm not trying to get close to any of the members because I am already dealing with one of them my whole life as a twin." I bite back then I realize what just slipped out. "Yeah right none of the guys have a twin." She laughs. I take out my phone and show her a video of the day Jimin and I switch places and Jimin kept saying twins. We both smiled in the end. "That doesn't prove anything you've edit your self into that video." I face time Jimin and he answers within seconds.

[Hey sis why are you calling. You're supposed to be in rehearsals right now. Are you in the restroom?] Flipping my phone I show Jimin the lady, who was shocked. [Noona is that you? Why are you with my sister?] "Shouldn't the questions be why haven't you told anyone you had a twin sister." She scolds him.

"Excuse me but does anyone want to inform me how you two know each other?" I ask.[This is Jung Dawon. J-Hope's older sister. Noona this is my twin sister Jinee. Don't worry sis you can trust her she's very protective of us.]

"I can see that." Jimin let's out a laugh, [Yeah well I got to go I got homework with your name on it.] The line went dead.

"Believe me now."

"I'm sorry Jinee please forgive me."

"It's okay I get it. I too would be protective of these guys." I say. Dawon smiles and takes my hand in her's. "It's so good to know another girl that you don't have to worry about being fake, just to get to the boys." I smile back at her, she was right being a sibling of the guy's really puts you on high alert when people wants to be friends with you.

"How come no one knows you exist?"

"Oh well you see-" I was caught off by Ji-yoo busting in, "What are you doing here! Come on let's go! Oh hey unnie." "Hey Ji-yoo well Jinee hears my card we should hangout sometime yeah?" She hands me a business card and excuses herself. Ji-yoo pulls on my arm but I stop her and told her about the rip in the bandages. Luckily she had a safety pin on her and manages to pin it together.

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Back in the studio I got scolded by Namjoon and the choreographer. All seven of us stood in the middle learning the choreography to the unreleased single track 'IDOL'. And it was not easy infact it was tough. Step after step I kept messing up, unlike Hobi he manage to learn the dance in minutes. Both Taehyung and I avoided each other, including Hobi both of them have not spoken since that happen.

Once practice came to a close, I decided to stay back and practice more. My legs ache but I had to perfect this, they are counting on me, on Jimin. This is how he must feel when he doesn't get the dance. Pausing the music I lay on the floor staring at the ceiling, then turn my head to the mirror. For a while I stare at myself, picturing Jimin dancing gracefully against the room. I brought back memories when we were little we both attended ballet classes since we did everything together back then. We were the best in our class as months went on we won many trophies. People praised us but with praise comes jealousy. And then that happen.

Facing reality I pull myself up bring my knees to my chest. Taking one more look at my reflection, I turn off the lights and leave the company. It was dark our side but still people were on the streets. Pulling out my phone I put the address Ji-yoo gave before she left with everyone else in Google maps.Distracted I bump a girl who gives me an scowls and leaves but then pulls my sleeve making turn around. She squeals and quickly takes her phone out and starts recording. "Park Jimin!" She yells gaining attention from everyone more and more people surround me, flashing there phones in my face. Shielding my face with my hands I made a run for it, being persistent they ran after me. This is what Jimin warned me about, he said to be careful when going out in public, always ware a mask, have a director with you and try to avoid crowded places.I reach a cross walk and hail a cab, get in ask the driver to step on it. Once we were far enough the driver asks me for the destination. Searching my pockets I found them empty. "You've got to be kidding me." I tell myself. The slip of paper must've fell while I was running.

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I stood outside on my very own welcome mat, using my knuckles I knock. You could hear the locks coming undone and I got greeted by long hair Jimin. Before he could speak I lift a finger signaling to be quite, barging into the apartment. Into my roommates room, take a bottle of liquor out her stash, go back to the kitchen pour it in a cup and drink it in seconds. "I needed that." I say to Jimin who sat in one of the stools. "Jinee what are you doing here?" He ask taking two plates out of the covers and serves the food.Taking another shot,I smack my lips before answering. "I got chased by your fans. I don't know how to get back to your place so I came here." Using the utensils I stuff my mouth with chicken and wipe my hand on the sweater. In which Jimin scolds me, oops I forgot I was wearing his clothes. "But what if your roommate comes home?" I roll my eyes, "It's Friday night she won't be back till Sunday night. She likes to party all weekend long. So don't worry about it." Jimin cross his arms not impressed. "Are you positive?"

"Of course there's a one-in-a-million chance that she'll actually come hom-"

"Jinee!I'm home! Did you cook some chicken it smell good. I thought that we could have a movie night. I know you love zombie movies so I got The Train to Busan." State Seoyun taking off her shoes, then she notice a pair of men shoes.

"Do you have someone over? Is it Ji-young? Can't be those shoes look to expensive and small." Seoyun finally looks up and see the mysterious man face her. Her face went red like a tomato. "I...its P...P...Pa...Park Jimin. I think I'm going to faint." And she did, Jimin catches her swiftly in his arms. "One-in-a-million million chance huh?" Smirks Jimin.

"Shut up and put her on the couch."

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