"Ma'am... Ma'am..."

Waking up to the gravelly voice of a man and a large hand gently wavering my body, I fluttered open my drowsy eyes and raised my face to see who was calling me.

It was an elderly man dressed in a navy vest and a uniform cap, the same guy I saw when I first entered this comparatively small bus.

"This is your stop." he kindly informed me, having memorized my destination since I was literally the only passenger that he had to drive.

I was currently on my way to visit my grandma who resides in the most secluded rural town ever, so of course it was extremely rare for someone to ride a bus to this area.

"T-Thank you." I languidly muttered as I stood up from my seat, finally allowing my butt to breathe after a lengthy three hour ride.

The bus rumbled off and left me all alone in the middle of nowhere with my fuchsia pink luggage, surrounded by nothing but boundless jungles and plenty of greenery.

I immediately unzipped my Gucci purse and took out my iPhone, ready to bombard my friends with a zillion messages of complaints of how much I hate it here already.

But, at the top left corner of my phone, the two words of "No Service" instantly caught my eye.

I buried my face in my palms out of absolute hopelessness and whined loudly, "You've got to be kidding meeee!"

"Oh? Is that you Hana?" I heard a frail, quivery voice say out of the blue, making me lift my gaze from my useless phone and towards the person.

There stood my grandma, her silken grey hair tied up in a high bun and the cute wrinkles around her eyes forming even more as she grinned at the sight of me.

The corners of my lips curling up in genuine merriment, I scurried to her side and embraced her hunched figure oh so gently, being reunited once again after so many years.

I never liked this place, but I love my grandma to death.

Gradually letting go and looking directly at her smiley face, I sighed in contentment, "I've missed you grandma."

"I couldn't sleep last night because I was so excited to see you today! Oh look at you, all matured and beautiful as ever." she complimented me as she caressed my cheek with the back of her jittery hand.

She's become evidently weaker and shorter over the years, but the enthusiasm in her tone hasn't changed a single bit.

"Let's go." she squeezed my hand and gestured towards the direction of her house, tugging me along with her as if I was still the seven-year-old me.

Chuckling at how absolutely nothing has changed, I obediently followed behind her tiny body.

As we reached the entrance of her wooden, antiquated residence, she opened her sliding door with all her might and reminded me without looking back, "Make sure you take off your shoes before entering!"

As my grandma ambled into the living room, I heard her instigate a conversation with a certain someone.

"I'm home~" she hummed happily, and a way too familiar voice answered promptly with a question. 

"Oh, where's Hana?"

Hearing his distinctive voice, I speedily sprinted toward the room without a second to waste, only to see the adorable face of my favorite cousin out of the five I have.

"JIMIN!!!!!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, my irrepressible smile growing from ear-to-ear.

"HANA!!!!!!" Jimin shouted even louder, the two of us charging at one another and ultimately clashing with a full-force hug as if we were two puppies with our tails wagging hysterically.

With my elated heart performing multiple backflips inside my chest, I held and squeezed both his cheeks which were still squishy as ever.

"Oww Hana! Remember that I'm still a year older than you!" he squealed in his relatively high-pitched voice, although puberty was supposed to hit him a very long time ago.

His face has grown longer, his jaw has formed sharper, and his baby face was no longer existent.

Not gonna lie, he has become so handsome since the last time I've seen him.

While Jimin and I were having our own mini celebration in the corner of the room, a gruff and unfamiliar voice came from the other side.

"Grandma? You're back already?"

I froze at the sight of a perfect stranger inside of my beloved granny's house, his menacing eyes now also locked on mine.

Who... the... hell... is... he?

Wait.

Woah woah woah.

Did he just call my grandma his grandma?

"Uhm, sorry sir, but I don't recall having a sixth cousin?" I raised an eyebrow in skepticism, shortly initiating a burst of laughter from both grandma and Jimin.

"Oh Hana, this is Jimin's best friend, Jeon Jungkook." my grandmother introduced this random dude to me, and all he did was give me a quick and indifferent bow.

"Yeah, since he comes here all the time, our grandma basically became his grandma too." Jimin shrugged his broad shoulders and shuffled over to Jungkook's side.

"Hey, you guys kind of look alike though! Maybe you guys are cousins." he joked and pointed at us alternately, vigorously wrapping one of his muscular arms around his best friend's neck.

Scanning me from head to toe with a judgmental grimace, Jungkook stated in a tone of disbelief, "That's offensive. To me."

"Excuse me?!" I furrowed my brows and formed a large "O" with my mouth, unable to believe what this boorish guy had just said.

"Jungkookie, what are you wearing dear?" grandma luckily changed the subject, pointing out his sort of outdated fashion.

"Oh, Jimin found his grandpa's old clothes and he suggested I try them on. Do you like it?" Jungkook queried as he widely spread his arms so she could get a better look.

"My gosh, you look so handsome!" she did her habitual act of covering her mouth whenever she's enthralled by something, but I couldn't help but mumble a displeased "Psh, not even" under my breath.

He unfortunately heard my comment, so he heatedly shot his index finger at me and disputed, "No one asked you."

"Was I talking to you?" I snapped back, clearly remembering that I was speaking to my grandma and not him.

"What's with your attitude?" Jungkook gave me the dirtiest facial expression, his unreasonable loathe for me seeming to increase with every remark I make.

"I could ask the same to you!" I replied, not giving a minuscule crap about him or why he's been verbally attacking me ever since I got here.

"Hey hey hey! Why are you two fighting already?! You guys just met like, two minutes ago!" Jimin hastily intervened, placing himself in between us while we shot invisible, electric beams of rage from our eyes at one another.

"He's the one who started acting all mean to me for no reason." I crossed my arms in dauntlessness, knowing for a fact I was not at fault here.

"I don't like girls like you. You think you're all that just because you came from a big city with your Gucci purse, caked-up face, and fake lashes looking like you glued mosquito legs on them." Jungkook castigated rudely, acting like an old man with the completely incorrect impression of modernized teens.

"M-M-Mosquito legs?!" I gasped in sheer offense at how he insulted my valuable, expensive falsies.

"Jungkook! Apologize!" my lovely grandma stood up for me, of course protecting her favorite grandchild rather than some inconsequential dude that intruded my precious time with my family.

"Whatever. I'm out. See ya grandma, Jimin, and Ms. Mosquito Eyes." Jungkook threw a fit and lifted both his arms out of vexation, storming out of the room and finally exiting out of this house at last.

"Hey! Don't forget about my grandpa's clothes!" Jimin shouted and chased after his best friend, who apparently forgot about his own attire.

While my grandma attempted to calm me down and extinguish the infuriated flame within me, I had my arms intertwined with one question lingering in my brain.

Who the hell does he think he is?