Fanatic Ghost

The Memory: Yoongi (JungHyung)

My eyes open again to that flashback again, the scene where his men keep beating the hell out of my body. Then a man approaches me. The thing I saw was his black shining shoes, upon the light shadowing his face. I cannot see his face. I realize that― I know this man.

I can read his mind.

"I didn't understand why this weakling child of the Jeon wants to marry my only son. This is disgusting." I saw his shoes walk away. 'I must eliminate this child, the Jeon will never notice.' The man with the black suit said again. My heart beats so that he commands one of his men to burn me alive.

The men carry my almost lifeless body and tie my legs and my body to the chair. Almost my entire body wrap in tapes and ropes. They all know I'm dead, so after the fire scattered around the house. Leaving my weak body in the chair. I open my eyes and put down on the floor, this way. The breathing pattern of the lungs is not a burden, using the particles of fire falling to the tape, using the last strength of my body. Wiggling myself, the rope loosened.

I close my eyes and speculate if the men have already left. Unfortunately is not, I sigh and look for any other exit. Although fire runs fast around weak materials, they easily burn. They made the interior of the warehouse of a weak material that easily can burn. A memory lingered in my mind. This is Park's warehouse where they store all the chemicals and powders, which is not a significant advantage. An idea pops into my mind. It's dangerous but a risk to take.

The foundation of this place is a canal down to the sewer which leads to the lake. I crawl as down to the opening tank; the fire exploded one chemical and burn my face. The stings occurred, which means I didn't have protection for my skin.

I escape to my demise; I let myself goes to the flow of the water until darkness consumes my consciousness. As the light hit on my eyes, the morning glory comes. A pale white lady smiled, noticing my slight movement. At first, I was in the hospital then I realize, this was a luxurious room.

"Wh-where―" My voice slurred and my energy drains out. The pale white lady runs out shouting at the medical staff. Afterward, darkness consumes my consciousness again.

I woke up again, this time the pale lady arguing with a man in his 40s or 30s wearing white long sleeves and khaki pants. My assumption is this person isn't in the middle class. They are a business owner.

I read the mind of the person who argues. According to their thought, their couple a year ago after their son dies of suicide. Both of them fell into depression. The pale lady takes divorce and names his son under her name. A man with thick glasses has a new relationship. The pale woman claimed I was their son. The man rejected the claims and return to my old family whom she hated the most―

I moan to stop their argument since my voice was harsh because of my injury. The pale lady came and kiss my bandaged forehead. For the first time; a mother's warmth contact with my skin. My mother never kisses my forehead or a worry mark on my eyes of this lady.

"Yoongi, my son." She continues to kiss my bandaged hands. Yoongi is a lucky boy, but his death is the mere reason.

This lady is crying.

"He's not our son Yuna!!" the man yelled in desperation to change the mind of the woman. However, the woman shut him up. He sigh and called the doctor.

A few weeks passed while the woman gave a spoon of soup to my lips. I lift my head, as I heard my name on the television. My family and Jungkook crying because of my death, but― I'm still alive.

The scene focuses on Jimin's face. His face and eyes are red show, he cries for almost a day. The lady's face, saddened at seeing a family lose their son, had an immense piece detached from their hearts.

I watch the lady wipes her face. I read her thoughts.

'Every time, I saw a family member die. My heart hurts, watching these families and losing their families. Its hurts'

An idea puzzled my mind and decided to this day―

I'm not Jeon Junghyung anymore, my name is Min Yoongi.

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For the past month in bed, my strength is back to normal. However, my voice and legs are still weak. The pale lady which I called Eomma, pay for the most professional plastic surgery to change my looks same as the boy name Min Yoongi.

The operation was successful. I got the same looks like their son. My self-proclaim mother's face was so surprised and almost cry in happiness as she hug my body tightly. As for, I say my step-father puffed in annoyance. Still, I could see in his eyes― he missed his son.

My recovery get fast and able to walk but my voice changed. My mother was so happy that I'm there. She continues her life. The same goes for my father, then my so-called father called my office. As I came in, his eyes filled with suspicion, which I already know will happen.

"Tell me, young man, I know, and you already had the reason. I want to talk about your history. Where did you come from and what's your real identity?" He pushes a newspaper about the incident in the warehouse. My lips kept on shut, words couldn't go out to my lips, trembling in his next word. He doesn't speak any word in his mind.

He sighed and said. "When the day my ex-wife discovered your body, a time before that. The explosion of chemicals owned by Park explodes and you show up. At first, I thought you cause the fire. So, I hire an investigator. It turns out, one member of the Jeon family was stuck in the building and the accident happens because of the loose wire." I clench my fist. They set up my death as an accident those bastard knows, how to cover up.

I laughed and raise my hands,

"You caught me, Mr. Bang. Well, I cannot remove the fact your son is already dead years ago and you want to know why I agree with your ex-wife's decision." I lean my palm on his table. Our eyes didn't detach from the contact. He nodded nervously.

"Because I want the veritable devil to go to hell."