Mercenary |BTS JIMIN MERCENARY FF|

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RAIN POV

'What. An. Actual. Fuck?!' Jin lost his usually classy composure, cussing through his shock

'What happened? Does he remember anything?' Taehyung asks, more composed than the rest of them

'No. He has no idea how he got here or what this place is. But there is a part of him that remberes. He went for my room as soon as he walked past the door. And he found the pictures that Jungkook toom from the wedding. That set him back a lot.' I explain, still more than surprised myself

'Did he say anything? At all?' Namjoon asks me

'He says he keeps having these dreams, but they don't feel like dreams.' I sniffle a bit. 'He sees my face or hears my voice. And he said he saw my wedding dress in the dreams as well. I think he believed me this time about us. But he is so lost. They scrambled his brain so much.'

'It might be that he is fighting it. Whatever they did. It could be his memories coming back to him through the dreams, so they seem more vivid.' Taehyung explains

'I think so too.' I nod

'I have a different kind of worry right now.' Yoongi spoke up. 'He may not know how he ended up here, but he knows where we are now. What if he tells Isui?'

'I don't think he will. He was beyond lost. Plus, he ran out of here. If he wanted us dead, we would be.' Hoseok answers him

'I nearly had a heart attack seeing him at the door. I didn't see that coming.' Even Jungkook wasn't smiling at the moment

'Who did?' Jin scoffs

'I checked it quickly, and he was trying to type in the last code we had before he left.' Namjoon told everyone

'As happy as I am that he still has something in there, I'm terrified of what could happen. I remember those kids Mabuchi tested these things on. What is he goes insane and kills himself like those kids did?' Every fibre of my being is screaming at the mere thought

But Taehyung is always there to calm me down a bit.
'I can't be certain, but this thing is way more developed. I don't think that will happen. Those headaches you said he gets, I think it's just his brain trying to process a bunch of info at the same time. Fuck knows what's going on in there.'

'Do you think he'll come back?' Hoseok said what everyone was thinking

'We can't know. Even he doesn't know. But if he does, don't pull the guns at him, please.' I beg

No one said a thing, but they all nodded at me, agreeing silently. I know it's hard. He could snap any moment and kill us all, but I don't want him feeling threatened if he shows up again.

JIMIN POV

I drove back with a million thoughts in my head. About a million more questions forming in my mind the more I was thinking, and not a single one I can answer for myself. But right now, I need to seem okay, like I was so far.

I can't worry my father or give him a reason to suspect me for anything. He is the least trusting person, and a single wrong thing could cost you your life.
If I tell him about my dreams, he'll think I'm going crazy, and if I tell him I saw her, he'll kill me for not killing her. So I need to act for now until my mind clears up a bit.

Walking into the house, my father was sitting down behind his desk, cleaning his gun. He looked right at me as I walked in.

'You were gone for a long time. Where did you go?'

'I was trailing those mercenaries. I checked every corner of the town, and there's no sign of them. I went halfway to Icheon. Nothing. They hid themselves well.'

'I didn't ask you to do that. That's a lot of work.' I'm not sure if he's angry or happy.

'I wanted to make sure there was no danger for you. I'm gonna keep doing it every few days. We can't be too careful with that woman running around.' If I want answers, I'm gonna need to go back to their hideout. And I need an excuse to be gone for hours.

'Apologies. I forget how thorough you are.' He smiled, leaning back in his chair, all satisfied with my answer

'Of course.' I nod. 'I'll be training if you need me.'

'That's alright. Dinner will be soon. Join me.' He smiles

'I'll be there.' I bowed and left. I headed straight for the training room we have set up, running into a Japanese doctor we are hosting at the moment. Some kind of scientist. My father and him are in some kind of work or something, and we are hiding him.

'Oh, evening, Mister Jimin.' He bowed, talking to me in a broken Korean, but not so broken that I can't understand him

'Yes.' I just nodded as I moved past him, but he spoke again, stopping me

'Apologies, I just have a quick question, if you don't mind.' He was almost smiling
I just stood there, waiting for him to ask whatever he had in his mind.

'How do you feel?'

That was out of nowhere. I furrowed by eyebrows a little in confusion, and he laughed.

'I just meant after that hit you took, if you've been okay. No headaches or such?' The way he asked didn't seem like he cared about me being hit. His voice perked up a bit on that headache part. That is more than suspicious.

'I've been fine. Nothing hurts.' I lie

'No... dreams or anything of sorts?' He was even more interested in this, and now it got me interested

'No. Nothing. Why do you ask?' I tilted my head a little, looking him up and down. That is a strange question. Very specific.

'Oh, no, no. I was just wondering. Head trauma can be tricky. I've been asked to make sure you and your father are both healthy, so I'm just checking.' He is an awful liar. His eyes keep darting left and right

The questions and the way he asked them just piqued my curiosity. I need to look into him. Without being suspicious. So there's only one thing to do.

'I see. I'm grateful for your concern, but I'm more than alright. A little hit like that is nothing. Just keep looking after my father.' I bowed, turning away from him

'Absolutely.'

Those were the last words I heard him say as I walked away. This... doctor... or whatever he is, he is not what he seems. I can almost feel like there's something wrong with him. And I have a feeling he has something to do with me being the way I am. Otherwise, he wouldn't ask those questions.

I might get myself killed, but I need to know.