Yours

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Jungkook POV

Die early?

That can be right.

I sent away my family, ready to see who the fuck wanted to attack me.

3...

2....

1....

"Appa!" Min Jun was held at gun point by a man who looked all to familiar.

"Wonho! Let the kid go!" I screeched, anger boiling to the surface as my talons grew.

"Not until you hand him over!" He yelled back, holding a crazed look in his eyes.

"Who?!"

"You know who! Park Jimin!"

"What the fuck do you need with him?!"

"Unless you want a dead son, and a dead boyfriend of his, you will hand him over to me in the next hour."

How am I going to get out of this situation with Jimin still in my hold?

But that was before I heard voices.

Appa it's me Min Jun... yea this is my ability... I know you'll hate me for this but you need to call uncle and make him pose as Eomma so we can keep Eomma with us instead.

"Let me call him, Wonho." The three people stepped into the house, consisting of Wonho, Min Jun, and Min Jun's boyfriend, Jungho.

"Jungkook? Oh sorry Jungbitch? What the hell do you need from me that you have to call after 6 years?"

"Okay so you may hate me and I may hate you but we both don't hate Park Jimin. So in return for this favour I will ask you will get a hella lot of money but can you please pose as Jimin for a while so that he doesn't get taken away to a base when he just lost his memory?"

"He lost his what?! It better be a lot of money... I'll be over in a couple minutes."

"Thanks uncle... how much you want? 1 million?"

"Make it 3 and we have a deal."

"Fine 3 million won in exchange."

"What's his hair colour now?"

"Blonde."

"Alright. See you soon."

Great.

I guess now my uncle has to be in on everything now.

He's one of the nicer people on my family side, surprisingly.

My uncle has the ability to become the exact replica of another being for as long as others don't see the difference.

May seem familiar to you...

"He will be here in a couple minutes. Until then, don't blow their brains out if you want to keep yours."

"I know the drill Jeon." I snarled at his attitude.

"Oh and Wonho? If Jimin doesn't return to me alive.... you won't be alive for a second after I find out."

Uncle.... hurry the fuck up....

"Jungkook? Who's this? What's going on?" 'Jimin' walked up to the door, looking confused over Wonho in the living room.

"You are going to go with him for a few days, possibly weeks, and he's going to ask you some questions over what happened before. I've tried convincing him that you suppressed the memories because of pain you experienced but they just can't listen at all."

"My family stays out of this correct?"

That's exactly what Jimin would ask. Well uncle, you know how to convince, extremely well.

I went up to him and hugged him, in reality placing a tracker on him along with a small microphone so we can record what's going to happen.

"Bye Jimin." I said with a fake smile which he returned.

As soon as the door shut, I sighed in frustration.

"What the hell did we just get ourselves into?"