Jimin is an upcoming solo singer with a passion for the sea. When his Grandfather goes missing when a storm hits the island where he was staying. In his will he leaves to Jimin his summer home, it's on a remote island, his grandfather often took him...
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~*~ Author POV
"Thank you all for coming. I love you guys" Jimin yelled into golden microphone.
The answer from his ever loyal fans was deafening screeches. They kind of reminded Jimin of banshees. He reckoned that quite a few of them could belt out some impressive high notes if their current screaming was any indication.
He made his way off the concert stage as the fireworks began, leaving the crowd to watch in awe.
~*~
When he was backstage he greeted the managers and staff with a blinding grin, one that had charmed more than half of the nation. But his manager looked stricken.
He beckoned Jimin over, who complied with haste. Had he not performed well. He hadn't seen his manager like this before.
His manager, Dominick, a man of larger stature, pulled his arms over a broad chest. He had a grimace set into the panes of his bearded face. He was American and had taught Jimin how to speak English. He was almost like a father to Jimin. At least he had stepped up to the podium after the loss of his own biological parents.
"Jimin when you were on stage we received a call." Dominick briefly paused.
"Who from?" Jimin inquired in English, his voice filling with dread.
A deep breath.
"They said that the storm that happened last week. It hit the island where your grandad was staying. He was lost to the sea. They have found no body but they have reached the conclusion that he is most likely dead." Dominick informed him.
Jimin takes a seat, the resounding thud echoes around the room. He briefly cried out in disbelief.
"Gone?" Jimin whispered in Korean. The grief pulling him into the language he knew best.
"In his will he left the summer house on the island to you." Dominick continued. As Jimin began to pull in on himself.
But he couldn't bring himself to cry. His eyes welled up but the tears didn't fall.
"He could swim. He was a strong swimmer he could have swum back." Jimin was desperate to find any way his Grandad had survived.
"They said that the water was too dangerous to swim. I am sorry Jimin he is gone" Dominick put an empathetic hand upon the idol's shoulder. Jimin grabbed at it like a life line. But eventually Dominick was called away by another member of staff.
But as he left, all sense of stability Jimin had felt was gone. Then Jimin let the tears fall.
~*~
It had been 2 weeks since the funeral. But standing by the empty casket left Jimin with a sense of hope. He had buried his Grandad by the sea like he would have wished for.
It was a great view, Jimin stood watching the sunset over the ocean. His hand upon his Grandfather's headstone, he liked to think it was his hand in his Grandfather's callus worn one.
He had declared he was going on a break from music to his fans. The Minnies as they liked to refer to themselves as. He had posted a picture on his social media telling them he would post the occasional photo to show them how he was.
His pink hair was almost back to black. Leaving only the tips a bright pastel pink.
He had ordered a large amount of construction materials, he wanted to refurbish the house his Grandfather had cherished to his last breath. Jimin was still determined that he hadn't taken it yet.
~*~
Standing on the island Jimin had known from his childhood was a surreal experience. It almost felt wrong not standing beside his Grandfather, but the smaller part was welcoming him home.
He walked up the old wore path, it had never really been a path, more of a worn down area that had been declared as the path. Jimin's trainers left a dusty trail behind him as he walked up to the house.
The air was warm, the buzzing of insects could be heard. If his Grandfather were here he would have been able to tell Jimin all of them purely from their sounds. Jimin tried to pull up what knowledge he could remember from his Grandfather's teachings. It kept his mind busy as he walked the final steps up to the house.
"Oh no" Jimin looked at the house.
Well it didn't resemble much of a house at this point. The storm had hit it hard. He pushed open the door that felt of its hinges as he did so. He jumped slightly at the loud sound of the metal door handle hitting the wooden floor.
While most of the interior remained in tact. The outer frame of the house did not. Standing in the kitchen he allowed the memories to fill his mind. He remembered baking with his grandparents. The way his Grandma could make the best food out of so little in the cupboards. He remembers laughing as he ran away with the rest of the cake batter in the bowl, on the wooden spoon and covering his cheeks. The cupcakes had been good, they always were when he made them with his Grandma, but maybe that's just because of how fun it was.
His Grandfather taught him how to fish, how to make the line, the flies. Everything. While Jimin didn't have the patients for it his Grandfather would never judge. Only let him run off and explore the island after making him promise he would be back for dinner.
Jimin missed them both. He ran his hands over the wore counter tops. Where all of his Grandma's bakes had been made, with love, care and a dash of fun. He looked in the books that were there no longer perched up against the wall, probably having fallen down when the storm hit. All the recipes were still in tact, Jimin let out a grateful shaky breath.
He pulled out one of the recipes. His Grandma's favourite. Rice cakes. He was about to get to work. When something glistened in the corner of his eye. It was coming from the beach.
Interest peaked he left the house, his destination the beach.
