Martyr | Yoonmin [1] (unedited)

chapter 27

Jimin wasn't surprised the training room was all white. If the floor were waxed a few more times, he would be able to see his reflection clearly. Other than that, the thing he noticed next was the weapons that were placed on display on a table.

"What are those for?" Jimin asked tentatively. The knifes glinted in the light, and Jimin fidgeted with apprehension. "Are we going to use them for training?"

Taehyung snickered, shaking his head. He caressed the handle of the knife, admiring the weapon. "Of course not. Once you're ready, yes, but not right now."

Jimin gulped. "Then what are we doing?"

"From what I've been told, Namjoon hasn't taught you anything," Taehyung tsk-ed. Jimin frowned at the mention of his friend, who just left him without a word. "So, we're starting from the beginning."

"And that is?"

"We're going to fight," Taehyung said simply. He shrugged off his jacket and folded it once neatly before placing it down beside the knife. He walked up to Jimin, taking his hand in his. Jimin hardly had a chance to react, letting the boy take his hand. "When we were here, you were a very skilled fighter. I remember hardly ever beating you."

"I thought you said you didn't remember anything,"

"I have no use to remember," Taehyung opposed.

"What are you going to do?" Jimin asked, looking down at their hands.

"Just trying something," Taehyung squeezed his hand. His eyes gleamed the electric blue they did before. A long awkward moment passed before Taehyung let out a heavy sigh and let go of his hand. He brushed down his own shirt, an unnecessary movement, before walking a couple of feet away from him. "How my power works – or how I use it – is that I've been blocking your memories. Everything from before is still there in your head. I just made them dormant."

"So, what, you can just bring them back?"

Taehyung half-shrugged and nodded. "Mmhmm."

"Okay, then make me remember," Jimin responded. "everything."

"You're not ready," the other boy dismissed.

"Stop telling me I'm not ready," Jimin exclaimed in annoyance and glared at him. "I'm sick of everyone being so vague and not telling me anything. I'm not a child."

"Do you know how old you are?"

Jimin growled and threw his hands up. "Don't change the subject,"

"It's a serious question," Taehyung insisted.

Jimin went quiet and thought about the question. Then, finally, he shook his head and muttered bitterly. "No, I don't remember anything."

"You're 24," Taehyung revealed. "We're the same age, and you're about a few months older than me."

"Ok, there I'm not a child," Jimin retorted. "Now tell me or make me remember more."

"Jimin, you're not ready," Taehyung grumbled. "If I make you remember more than you can handle, it'll overwhelm you, which will annoy Felix, and I definitely don't need that right now."

Jimin stared at the boy in front of him, Taehyung staring back. "If you remember about before then, how do we know each other?"

This seemed to throw Taehyung off, and he scoffed. He could choose to say something that might earn him Jimin's trust, or he could do the latter. The punch happened out of nowhere, and Jimin didn't react the way Taehyung hoped. There was a dull thud, and Jimin fell to the fall. "What the fu-? What did you do that for?" Jimin shouted, his cheek already bruising.

"You were supposed to block or dodge it," Taehyung hissed. "I apologize. That was a cheap move on my part."

Jimin gawped at him. His eyes started to water, and he turned his face so that Taehyung wouldn't see. "I don't want to fight."

"You have to," Taehyung frowned and bent down in front of him. He took a deep breath and held it for a few seconds before exhaling loudly. "Okay, I'll give you a memory."

-

"One more time," Taehyung chuckled, and Jimin hoped around the mats excitedly. He clenched his wrapped hands and smiled at his friend.

"I'm going in hard this time," Jimin warned, an excited twinkle in his eye. Taehyung nodded and beckoned him. Jimin spun and used his heel in an attempt to hit Taehyung in the head, but the other boy was quick to evade. He jabbed his elbow backward and hit Taehyung in the cheek, causing the boy to stumble.

Taehyung charged and grabbed him by the waist. Both boys fell to the mat, Jimin falling onto his stomach, and Taehyung attempted to restrain Jimin's arms behind his back. But the boy was lithe and escaped his hold by turning onto his back. Jimin kicked him off, and Taehyung fell backward, hitting the back of his head on the floor.

Taehyung groaned and held his neck. "I can't do this. I'm too tired."

"You can," Jimin soothed, breathing heavily. He crawled over and sat beside him. "Trust me, and if Namjoon can work around his clumsy and destructive prone behaviour, you'll learn how to be a better fighter than me."

Taehyung laughed and smiled back at him. "Thanks, Jimin-ssi"

They rested for a minute before Jimin stood up and ruffled the other's boy's hair. "Come on, before we get caught."

--

He was silent, replaying the memory over and over in his head. He had a memory – from before - even if it was about Taehyung. However, he felt how much admiration he had for the other boy – like they were friends. "What did you see?" Taehyung asked.

"You," Jimin answered awkwardly. "and me fighting."

Taehyung nodded and straightened up. "For today, we'll focus on fighting and then eventually we'll practice your powers."

Jimin stood up and listened as the boy moved across the room. He didn't have a second to think about what happened next, but his body reacted before he had a chance for his mind to register what he did. Taehyung spun and threw something that glinted in the light and pierced itself in the wall. The knife wobbled loudly where it struck. Jimin looked up at him, breathing heavily and his heart pounding in his chest.

His reaction to the pain was delayed. Finally, he hissed and looked down at his cut open sleeve, the wound on his arm bleeding down his forearm. "Quit doing that," Jimin whined.

"And we need to work on your reaction time," He examined the wound. The cut only a flesh wound. "Let's get you a bandage."