A/N: Hello, I have not been on this account or anything really in months but I still have this story and looking back at it I still think it’s good for what I was doing at the time so I finished it up and am editing the chapters as I go along lol. I hope you like it.
"Jin so help me I will kick your ass if you don't let me out of this closet right now!" You shouted at your brother as you pounded repeatedly against the thin wood. Jimin snorted at your threat which made you want to curse him out as well. Which you did. It surprised him to hear such vulgar words come out of such a sweet mouth.
After Jimin agreed with Jin, Jin had shoved you into the closet and somehow locked it from the outside. You weren't sure why he had done that but you knew that you were pissed. He had been on the phone talking to someone ever since. You could hear bits and pieces of the conversation then heard the door shut, then his voice was even more muffled than before. Were you now alone in the bedroom? "Hello?" You asked, but no one replied. At first you searched around and felt your foot collide with the safe, still opened. Out of curiosity and the fact that you hadn't checked before, you reached inside the safe that seemingly had nothing in it. When coming to that same conclusion you were lifting your hand back out of the safe when it collided with something taped to the roof of it.
Some part of you knew to place the object into the wide front pocket of your hoodie. For a moment you stopped and wondered why you had done that, it felt almost instinctive. Though if that was what was instinctive to you, you were now beginning to understand why you had been locked inside of the closet. Maybe you should be in there after all. Yet still, the anger towards your brother far outweighed the common sense.
You now actually tried to open the door instead of just lamely smacking it. You took one of the wire hangers and untwisted the end from around the part that curved over. You pried the door open as much as you could to asses the situation. Your brother had put a lock on the door. One thing about locks that you did know, was that they always had a keyhole on the back.
You slid the thin wire through the crack of the closet door and concentrated as you forced the end of it into the keyhole of the lock. With much precision, concentration and patience you finally managed to undo the lock and pushed it to the ground with a final poke of the hanger. Once it fell you opened the closet door with ease and dropped the hanger of the floor of the nearly empty closet. It made a small clatter as it bounced off of the floor. You dusted yourself off and were ready to go into the other room to kill your nitwit brother when you saw Jimin staring at you from the far corner of the room. Seeing him there made you stop in your tracks. Watching him with a blank expression before you brought your arms up to your hair to tighten your loose bun.
He was only standing there, idly watching as your conflicting gaze went from him to the door then back to him. He knew that you were about to leave the room to find Jin with the first step you took in that direction. He stepped forward in an attempt to stop you right as Jin had entered the room right on cue, his phone being slid into his front pocket. Jin then saw you free from the closet, and Jimin with a gaping expression, and groaned angrily. "You let her out?" He accused Jimin who only stood there flinching at the tone of Jin's voice.
"I let myself out". You spoke up, challenging your brother whose head whipped back to you in shock. There was no way you could have done that, he thought. But your eyes said it all, he would have known if you were lying, he could always tell if someone was lying.
"Fuck". He cursed lowly and took a moment to pinch the bridge of his nose in thought. Jimin appeared at your side and you both waited as your brother thought.
You were beginning to get angry again. Your constant shift of moods not letting you settle down for even a moment before switching again. No one was telling you the truth and everything was really annoying and confusing. Since you've arrived you had been lied to, been shoved into a closet by your own brother, and had found a peculiar item on the roof of a safe you somehow knew the pass code to.
"I have to ask you a very important question now, Y/N". Jin said to you in a slow, painfully enunciated fashion. His dark eyes that usually were wide and kind became very intense. Too intense for your liking.
"Yes?" You said, inviting him to continue.
"What do you remember?" He asked you.
What had he meant by that? Remember about what? You didn't have a single clue as to what he meant so you furrowed your brows and stood there clueless as to how to answer. He must have noticed the confusion written on your face because Jimin asked you a more specific question. "How did you learn to pick a lock like that?"
That actually made you think back. The memory was definitely there but it was severely fuzzy and clouded in your mind. It was odd, you knew that the answer was there but couldn't figure out how to get it. "I-I don't know." You stuttered, it was annoying knowing that you had the answer, but that you didn't know it.
Jin and Jimin exchanged a certain look. Jin was trying to communicate something to Jimin with the way he was looking at the younger man, but Jimin didn't seem to be catching on. You were just as confused as Jimin. Your behavior was worrying you, you weren't acting like yourself. It was almost as though something inside of you was slowly taking control, but surely that didn't make any sense? Right?
"Jin, what's happening to me?" You weakly asked your brother. You couldn't figure out why you were acting so weird and knew that he surely couldn't either, but you asked anyways. The childish younger sibling inside of you always wanted for your brother to make all the bad things disappear. His features softened at your gentle tone, he wanted to help you but couldn't risk telling you anything without checking with his boss first.
He knew what he had to do and had a pretty good idea of what was going on, it was briefly mentioned in the side effects. Though for your sake he played dumb and asked you why you thought something was wrong with you.
You reached your hand into the pocket of the grey hoodie you wore, grabbing hold of the weapon that still had tape stuck to the side of it. Both pairs of eyes stared at you in shock, where had that come from? "Y/N where the hell did you get that?" Your brother asked and tried to rip the gun out of your grip. You moved it away from his grabby hands. Looking down at the object in awe, and running your fingers over it, something on it had caught your eye. An engraving on the side next to the barrel were your initials. But why would they be engraved into a random gun that was in a safe in an apartment you had never been in before?
"We need to get her to headquarters". Jimin deadpanned, he too was worried about you. After all, it wasn't the first time you two were meeting. He practically knew everything about you as the two of you had been very close friends.
"Headquarters what?" You asked the two men before you in a panic. They frantically told you to get your bag and to follow them out of the apartment. As much as you would've enjoyed watching your brother lean forward in the hallway due to the low hanging ceiling, you couldn't find it in yourself to laugh. You wanted answers and no one was giving them to you. "Jin please tell me what's going on". You said in a feeble voice. Eyes flitting, he looked to you as the three of you waited for the elevator.
"You wouldn't have wanted me to tell you". He said in a conflicted way, he wanted to explain but knew it was in your best interest to stay silent. You weren't having it. Clearly you did want to know, you hated being in the dark. Jimin shrugged when you glanced at him.
"I'm asking you to tell me, don't tell me what I want when I'm telling you myself". You shrieked, becoming very frustrated with him. Why wouldn't he just tell you? Going from frustration to anger you wanted your questions answered and you wanted them to be answered immediately.
"Woah woah woah." Jimin exclaimed as he stood frozen staring at the barrel of a gun that was pointed directly between his eyes. He hadn't seen you in years, but he knew this wasn't what was supposed to be happening. You did what you did so that this sort of thing wouldn't happen. Had it been years ago when you did this, he'd be laughing at your threat. It had always been a joke to you to mess with people using their lives as pawns. Life wasn't valuable to you and he knew that. But now with you being a completely different person and not knowing who he was to you, you were very dangerous. You could lash out at any moment it would seem and not know or understand why. You were a risk to others and to yourself. "Tell me what is going on". You seethed. Jimin squirmed from the other side of the gun, looking to Jin for help.
Jin was never one to help other's out of a sticky situation unless he was ordered to do so. He, much like you, didn't see other human lives as something to be concerned about. It was the way you were all trained. Sure, at one point when they were young they had compassion and care for others, but once you join the mafia you find that it is better to be cold and to have no feelings, than to be too emotional and be completely vulnerable.
Jin watched in awe as you came closer to Jimin. The gun now being shoved into his forehead in a tactic of intimidation. You were acting like your old self, Jin didn't know whether it was a good or bad thing. It wasn't what you would have wanted but it might be what had to be done.
"Y/N put the gun down". Jimin spoke after finally finding his voice. He had to talk you down. Obviously your memories wouldn't return all at once and he was betting his life on that fact. He had to appeal to the you that he didn't know. The you that had spent the past three years being a regular teenager that attended school and lived a normal life. He had to appeal to the you that didn't know anything about who you were and didn't know what was going on. Because with the confusion and frustration of the new you and the careless killing capabilities of the old you, made for a very dangerous person.
You shoved the gun harder into his skin and narrowed your eyes at the orange haired man. You watched him as he thought. Wheels turning in his mind that reflected through his eyes. He was calming himself, thinking of a way to convince you not to kill him. "Why should I?" You asked breezily, waiting to hear the excuse he was probably conjuring up in his head. He lifted his arm quickly to run his hand through his tousled locks. You suddenly lowered the gun and jutted out your lip as you recalled seeing that very action hundreds of times.
"Jimin". You said the name aloud and the more you said it the more familiar it sounded. You kept saying it over and over until the foggy image became more and more clear.
He had done the opposite of what he wanted to do. Instead of appealing to the you that he didn't know, he ignited an old memory into your fogged up mind. The way he swept his hand through his hair was a habit he had always had. A small clip of a memory played in your mind as you saw a slightly younger looking Jimin. Though his hair used to be a medium brown instead of it's current vibrant colour. You saw him sitting on a park bench outside of a building you knew was 'headquarters' . He was laughing at something you said and ran his hand through his hair as his eyes crinkled in laughter. The memory was foggy but you knew it was real. You remembered seeing Jimin before, even if it was just a fuzzy memory.
"I've met you before". You said rhetorically.
He nodded slowly and straightened his back so that he was again looking down at you. "We were friends Y/N. We didn't only meet before, you were my work partner". He told you in a daze, wishing things could just go back to the way they once were. Though he knew you had your reasons to leave.
"Jimin what the fuck! We said we'd wait until we got back to headquarters before doing anything", Jin chastised Jimin. Dragging a hand down his face in frustration. The elevator dinged, signalling it's arrival. The three of you entered the elevator. Jimin, being swift as he always was, took the gun from your hand in one quick swoop. He smiled down at you, you were about to smile back until the memory was forgotten and he was again just a strange boy who worked with your brother.
Looking down at the floor the shiny object in Jimin's hands made you scream". Jin he has a gun!" Jin held you still as you screamed. Jimin's smile disappeared the second you first shouted. You had forgotten him again.
Jin tried his best to calm you down but eventually thought of a much simpler plan. Your jumbled up memory left you in a very odd place. You switched back and forth between remembering who you were and being a regular student. Jin came to the decision that it would be best if you remained quiet and safe until they got you to headquarters. With Jin needing to make someone quiet, always came knocking people out. So when the syringe was pressed into your leg and the pinching feeling was alerting your body of the pain, you watched as Jimin's expression held just as much surprise as you felt. The two of you were gaping at what your brother had just done. Until you rolled your eyes in an all knowing way before falling limp into his arms.
