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[97]

[Jungkook]

Both Jimin and I stared at the ledge of the building.

I just.. I just..

My legs gave out from under me from the shock and Jimin turned towards me with a concerned look on his face, sitting down on the concrete so we could be on equal levels, "Are you okay?"

My attention was taken away from the cream ledge of the building at to him, and immediately I was redirected to his arms. Up and down his arms was open flesh which made him look like he was been in a house fire. I slowly lifted his arms as gently as I could, "O-Oh my Luna, Jimin—"

"I asked you if you were okay," he looked me in the eyes, yanking his arms away from me and using them to examine my body.

My eyebrows furrowed, "What? You're asking me if I'm fine while you're over here burning to fucking death?!"

Jimin looked closely at my face and grabbed my chin, pointing at something in my neck, "You're bleeding,"

I brought my fingers to my neck, indeed feeling a thick, warm liquid sliding down my neck and staining my suit. I remembered when I attempted to pull my mother off of the Jimin the first few times, she would somehow push me away from them so I wouldn't interfere. The cut must've happened when she pushed me away.

Jimin then looked down, "I'm sorry,"

I grabbed his hand, being careful of the burns he received from the woman who had given birth to me, "Why are you sorry? Don't apologize to me,"

"I'm sorry that I made you.." he looked over his shoulder at the ledge, "do that."

I turned his head to face me by grabbing his chin, "Do not apologize to me, Jimin,"

He looked so sorry and hurt, looking down or to the side, "That was your mother, Jungkook, how can I not—?"

I used both of my hands to hold his head by his cheeks so he would look at me directly, "That woman was not my mother. She may have given birth to me, but not once was she ever a mother to me."

It was quiet and my eyes flickered from his left and right, making sure there was no remains of remorse. He nodded gently, "Okay,"

I nodded back, letting go of his cheeks. I pushed myself off of the ground and Jimin did the same right after me. I couldn't take my eyes off of his arms.

"Jimin, we've gotta get you to a hospital or something, your arms—"

"I know," he interrupted, a somber look on his face, "but what are we gonna do, Jungkook? We just killed your mother, the most important woman in society,"

I was quiet, having no idea of what to do. I have no where to go. I have no money to support Jimin and I. I have absolutely nothing at all.

"Jimin, I don't—"

His eyes widened and he looked as if he had a grand idea. He grabbed my hand and he began dragging me towards the exit of the building.

"Jimin, where are we going?" I asked as he opened the door and pulled me through it.

"Just follow me,"

[Taehyung]

Jin was fluently peeling the skin off of a plump apple with a small knife and my eyes followed every movement that he had made. He hummed a wholesome tune, smiling as the swirled skin of the apple fell into an apple on his lap. He cut the naked apple into slices and happily handed one to me, a sparkle in his eyes, "Here,"

I shook my head, declining his offer, "No thanks,"

I turned my attention back to the window of the small room but Jin roughly grabbed my chin and shoved the cold apple slice into my mouth. He then closed my mouth and began moving my jaw up and down for me, not allowing me to object in any way. Once I had chewed up all of the apple, he smiled in a satisfied manner before sitting down. His pointer finger and thumb picking up another one, he showed his bright smile again, "Another?"
 
I was silent for a second but I knew that regardless of what my answer was, I was going to be eating another apple slice. I nodded and reached my hand out, accepting his perfectly sliced apple, "Thanks,"
 
He nodded and popped an apple slice into his mouth, chewing happily, "Anything for my baby Tae,"

I placed the apple slice in my mouth and began to chew, the cold apple leaving a sweet flavor on my tongue. The door opened and both Jin and I turned to look at the person who had entered.

"Namjoon? Why are you here?" Jin asked the question that was on my mind and stood so he could give him a greeting handshake and hug. After pulling away from the hug, Namjoon looked me in there eyes, "Can I talk to Taehyung alone?"

Jin looked back at me then at Namjoon curiously before nodding, "Of course, I'll just.. umm.. walk,"

He left the room and shut the door quietly behind him, leaving Namjoon and I alone.

"Hey,"

"What do you want, Namjoon?" I asked while rolling my eyes, looking away from him.
 
"I wanted to talk to you," He sat in the chair that was previously occupied by Jin, "about your blood type,"
 
Those words sparked an interest within me and I turned back towards him, not saying anything in response.
 
"We've been friends for so long, maybe for your whole life,"

"Our whole life," I corrected but he shook his head.

"No, your whole life,"

I blinked but allowed him to continue, not having any clue as to where he's going with this.

"I don't know how long I've been alive," he stated, not looking away from me and I grabbed the blanket tightly, "The last year I accurately remember without being a legitimate vegetable was 2019, and anything after that is just a haze,"

"2019? That's impossible, that's almost a whole century ago," I could feel the disbelief appear on my face but the serious expression on Namjoon's face made me go quiet.
 
"I remember times where alphas, betas, and omegas didn't exist. We were all equal people who lived in a society ruled by a a government ruled by the people, not a stupid regime," He sneered, condemning the regime with his tone.

I shook my head, "I don't believe you,"
 
"I know, but just hear me out," he pleaded and I reluctantly nodded, "My father, or whoever he claims to be, somehow made me.. different."

"Different where whenever I had scraped my knee, there would be no blood, or how sickness was nonexistent within me, or how my body stayed the same for years and years. I don't remember a childhood and that always makes me question who I am," the words he said were filled with such confusion and passion that there was almost no way I could interrupt, "I've been twenty four for as long as I can remember, and although I can't remember all of my past, I can't forget all of the horrid things that I've done."
  
[author's notes]

I feel like heh Tony Montana.