My puppet/ Yoonmin

Chapter 2

After he had ran out he had gone to the bathroom, washing his face with cold water. For some reason that entire interaction shook him to the very core. He couldn't stop thinking of what Jimin could have meant by "handle things" and how his face had gone blank in less than two minutes. But he forced himself to shake it off and he walked out of the bathroom, going to go get some coffee himself.

Soon he was called back and he tried to brace himself for whatever he saw, and what he saw made him feel even more uncomfortable than he already was.

Jimin seemed to act like a puppet, like his movements were jerky and he seemed completely limp and that strings were forcing him to move his limbs. And his eyes seemed glassy and unfocused. God, he slowly started to understand why he had to sign a contract. This could never go public.

"Yoongi! Hello. I would like to spend more time with you. I like to get to know my assistants before I can trust them with.... things." Jimin said, walking over to him, a fake smile that seemed very eerie plastered on his face.

"Okay. Um, what is it you want to know?" He stated awkwardly. Jimin then sat on the floor and patted a place next to him.

"Sit." Jimin ordered, though it didn't seem to have enough firmness to the tone to seem commanding, his voice appeared to also seem almost blank.

He sat down next to Jimin. Trying to get comfortable, that damn smile still on his face.

"So, tell me everything Yoongi." Jimin said, and so he did, since he was an open person.

He told him about why he had came here, even though he never told anyone that. It seemed shameful to even consider rapping. But Jimin only seemed curious, and he saw real emotion in his eyes for once, so he continued with his story.

He told him why he loved to rap, he told him what his favorite song was, why he came here, why he decided for this job, and lots of other stuff. Jimin seemed mesmerized.

"So, I told you about me. What about you?" He bravely asked, and a dark shadow crossed Jimin's face.

"Oh, there is nothing much to me. My life was boring until I became a dancer and they helped me be famous." Jimin stated, looking behind Yoongi, but he knew there was nothing there.

"Come on, there has to be something. Just tell me!" He pried, he was actually trying to convince himself that Jimin was in fact a human, just slightly eccentric.

"Okay, well. Did you know I auditioned to become a dancer right after J-hope left? Yeah I met him and he kept telling me not to take it, to run away now." Jimin told him, and he felt like a sinking hole was in his chest.

He knew J-hope, how he had gone mad and they kicked him out of the place. He wondered if J-hope wasn't mad and was just warning Jimin about something. But he willed the thought to go away, that's insane.

"Okay, what about your family?" He said, trying to get somewhere.

Jimin bit his lip, his eyebrows furrowed, as if he was searching his memories. Which broke his heart slightly, who has to search their memories for their own family?

"I-I can't think of any. I barely remember their face. Only memory I have is I think the last one." He heard Jimin whisper, his face suddenly filled with confusion.

He was glad there was some emotion on his face, but not this type. He kept thinking of what could have happened to this poor boy that caused him to be this way?

Suddenly, he heard a gasp and saw Jimin clutching his head in pain.

"W-where am I?  Who are you? Where is mom? Where is my dad? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" Jimin screamed, getting up from the floor and looking at Yoongi with eyes filled with fear.

Yoongi was shocked, what the hell is happening?

" Jimin! It's me! Your assistant! My name is Yoongi and you are a famous dancer that is known all around in Korea!" He told him, putting his hands up in surrender, trying to show him he wasn't going to hurt him.

"W-what," Jimin had a quizzical look on his face, but soon it became filled with pain as he clutched his head again and fell on his knees, 
" Oh god, help me, it hurts. Too many memories. They are all being ripped away, all of them. Please, help me. It hurts. It hurts really bad." Jimin cried out.

He ran to Jimin, his instincts to protect kicking in. He always was good at stuff like this. He sat down with Jimin and wrapped his arms around him, hugging him tightly while Jimin clutched onto his shirt and sobbed in pain. He was still freaked out, but he knew now why he had to sign the contract. No one could know about this. No one.

It seemed like forever Jimin was crying in distress, but suddenly he went completely still. He unwrapped his arms from around Jimin and saw those goddamn blank eyes back again.

Jimin got up and suddenly went back to start dancing, turning on his ballet music. It was as if nothing ever happened.