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It was ingrained in Jimin's personality to be unflappably calm even in the most dire of situations. Mission gone wrong? No problem, she could handle it. A S.H.I.E.L.D. team needed extraction? She was the one for the job. Aliens invading New York? A little unusual, but there were already strange things happening in the world so not entirely odd. An organization obsessed with keeping the time-space continuum in check? Sure, why not? She liked order as much as the next person (as long as they weren't Loki.)
That same organization knowing every aspect of her life even before she lived it? Now that was something to be suspicious of.
Jimin was not an open person by nature and kept most of her own details to herself. The only person outside of her small family she'd ever shared anything with was long dead and she hadn't been that close to anyone since. Now, though, as a tiled screen formed right before her eyes with a crystal-clear image of a younger version of herself, she tensed, remembering the same day with as exact detail as it was being shown.
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1985
At five years old, Jimin's intellect had already surpassed most of her age group. She hadn't been born a genius— though she was more observant than the average child— but her father had prided discipline above all else and structured her days around physical and mental improvement.
Militaristic in teaching style, Hui Jaein gave both areas equal attention with obstacle courses and training regimens in the morning and intellectual tests in the afternoon. He had, of course, wanted a son, but made do with what he'd been given, instructing his daughter as if she'd been born male. Jimin's mother, Hui Seul-Gi, was a distant, foggy figure that was a fragment of memory more than a real person.
On this particular day, Jimin and her father were sitting across from each other, a Janggi board between them. The girl's feet dangled above the floor, the chair too tall for her currently short stature and she resisted the urge to swing them, knowing her father would turn the unnecessary movement into a lecture. Instead, she focused on the game, watching the man's stern features study the board.
Several of her pieces had already been captured and sat to his left while she had far fewer on her same side. Finally, after what seemed to be an indeterminable amount of time— at least to her— the man moved his arm, his fingers closing around his beyong (soldier) and placed it three spaces away from her sang (elephant), successfully completing a barricade. Jimin resisted the urge to sigh, knowing that the move she'd been planning on making (involving her sang) was now thwarted. She'd have to spend extra time trying to figure out what to do next.
Noticing the faint slump of her shoulders, Jaein pressed his lips into a thin line, immediately understanding her strategy— or lack thereof. "Do not wear your emotions so openly, 딸. 항상 상대방보다 10보 앞서 있어야 합니다. 다시."
(ddal. hangsang sangdaebangboda 10bo apseo iss-eoya habnida. Dasi.)
[Daughter. You must be ten steps ahead of your opponent at all times. Again.]
The board was reset.
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