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
Jimin had returned to the house after the tide finally came fully in. He pulled his backpack onto his back and carried Latte in his arms back to the house.
Opening the rickety door it fell of its hinges and Jimin winced at the sound of splintering wood hitting the paneled floor. Latte hissed and arched his back at the loud sound. Jimin dropped him gently onto the floor when he had passed the splintered wood.
There was now a decent hole in the entrance way to the house. He side stepped it, he grabbed a few spare panels of wood he had found with the intent to fix the house just as he was layering the wood down something caught his eye.
Reaching into the hole his hand closed around a book of some sort. The book was incredibly dusty he pulled it out of the hole in the floorboards. Setting it down beside him he reached around again and didn't feel anything else.
He rolled his shoulder and lay down the planks of wood over the hole, he didn't want Latte to fall in. He then sat back and grabbed the book. Standing up with the book in hand he headed to the living room.
Which consisted of a well lit room, an old sofa that had seen better days, but was unnervingly comfortable. An old worn down arm chair he remembers sitting on the arm as his Grandfather read stories to him of pirates and all things to do with the sea. The coffee table was at a slant, one leg shorter than the rest, it had been slammed against the wall when Jimin found it. The water from the storm had surged into the house and flooded it evidently but had disappeared by the time Jimin arrived. Probably out of the broken door, Jimin had guessed.
Settling down onto the sofa, he pulled a blanket around his shoulders, Latte jumped up beside him, having followed him from where the cat had entered the kitchen and now he curled up by Jimin's side.
Jimin flipped open the dusty book, the pages were well loved and bent like it had been dropped in water. On multiple occasions it would seem. The handwriting was so familiar, his Grandfather's cursive, neat handwriting. Jimin fought back a sob.
The book began with a normal observation of the sea his Grandfather studied so often, Jimin had read enough of his journals to know that. But then when he turned the next page the wind was punched out of him.
There was a picture of a mermaid. It was an old grainy photo but it was still clear to see. It must have been taken on an old Polaroid camera.
He eagerly turned the next page and soon he found symbols. He realised after about 10 to 15 minutes of studying the pages that it was a way to communicate with the merpeople. Different taps and sounds that his Grandfather had discovered to communicate with the beautiful creatures of the sea.
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Jimin spent all night looking over the book. Pouring over the pages with the enthusiasm of a child with an endless supply of sweets.
He had memorised the symbols of the alphabet. Tapping his hands against his thigh as he mimicked the patterns and noises to the best of his ability. Nothing could dampen his spirits, Latte had remained coiled around him as he studied and Jimin was thankful for the warmth that the cats small body exuded.
Jimin stood up and stretched. Heading to the bathroom with the intent of having a brief shower to wake himself up. The water was cool as the heating tank had been broken, but as the temperature on the island was almost always at a constant high, Jimin didn't mind the cold.
Running a shaky hand through his wet hair he let a grin fill out his face. Briefly looking at himself in the mirror he grimaced at his appearance. He looked pale a contrast to his usual tan he developed over the summers on the island. His eyes were sunken in from sleep with dark bags underneath. But despite this body was shaking, with pent up excitement.
He decided to have a small breakfast and prepare some dishes to take down to the bay for the mermen. With a fresh batch of kimchi of course. He made sushi, he thought the mermen might appreciate it. Wrapping the dried seaweed around the rice and fish.
He packed the journal with him, he wanted it with him just incase he forgot, he had essentially tried to learn a whole new language over night and would be prone to forgetting elements of it.
He could barely tie the laces of his shoes due to the shaking of his hands. He walked over the planks lining the floor of the entrance to the house. Heading straight out of the door frame since there was no door attached anymore.
He headed straight to the bay, since he had been able to spend the most time with the mermen there, due to the slow rising tide. He had a large variety of food packed into his bags, he thought he could try and get the merman to try some of the food. They had liked all of the food he had offered so far.
Latte trotted beside his feet, he was a strangely loyal cat. Following him around the house rather than pretending he didn't exist like most cats had done. He picked up Latte when they came across some uneven ground, the small cat didn't complain only licked his chin and nuzzled a small, soft head into his chest with a rumbling purr.
He reached the bay and quickly dumped his bags down at the cliffs base, he headed out to the water. Latte had curled up by his bags hiding in the shade away from the sun. With his feet in the water, waves lapping at his ankles, he waited.
No more than 10 minutes later they appeared.
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Another chapter done.
So we may be getting some communication next chapter...
