Race To The Beginning (EDITING HIATUS)

Chapter 2

Jin stepped off his family's plane and took a deep breath. The air was damp as if it had just rained. The symbolism was not lost on him. Clutching his mothers' journal close to his side he gave a small bow to his personal driver and slid into the Range Rover.

Two weeks ago his mother had sent him a care package. He'd been a bit confused since he had just finished his masters program and was planning on coming home from the states soon. Opening it had only brought him more confusion when he pulled out his mother's locket and journal. Nothing could've prepared him for the moment it had all become clear.

He'd been walking into his apartment from picking up his diploma when it happened. His vision began to swim and suddenly he was standing in his parent's bedroom. In front of him his father was yelling and the next thing he knew his mother was shoved out of the windows on the second floor.

After the vision, he'd been in full panic reaching for his phone frantically. But when he'd called home, all he'd gotten was a very panicked housemaid telling him his mother had fallen. No one knew that his father had pushed her. No one except him and his now-dead mother.

Since he'd received the news Jin hadn't let go of the journal. By now he'd read it cover to cover, desperate for a glance of his mother. For some closer connection, he'd never been able to fully build. He'd adored his mother from birth till the age of seven when she'd told him it was time for him to go to boarding school.

He'd lived in Japan, Australia, England, and the states. Never being able to be home longer than two weeks before his mother was sending him somewhere new. Back when he was younger she'd told him it was for his future. He just didn't know what she meant until he read the journal.

Years ago, when he was seven, he'd woken his mother up in the middle of the night, "Eomma, please wake up eomma," he'd begged his mother.

She had given him a soft smile and lead him out of his parent's room down to the garden. Not once did she yell or get angry as his father did so often with him.

His mother had pulled him into her lap and pet his hair, "Tell eomma what is troubling you."

"I had a bad dream about the pretty boy I see sometimes. He was hurting eomma. There was a really angry man and he was hurting him. Why was he hurting the pretty boy eomma?" Jin asked.

Jin had been distraught seeing the boy that had sometimes flashed before his eyes being hurt. He hated it but didn't know what to do.

His mother smiled sadly at her little boy, time was not on her side. Jin was growing stronger every day. She couldn't keep him from the truth forever.

"One day baby, maybe you will find your hurting boy. Then you can save each other. Sometimes there are people in this world who do very bad things. And sometimes, the people who they do bad things to, let them protect the people they love. It's not always right, but sometimes we don't know of any other way." Jin's mother said.

"Like you protect me eomma?" Jin asked.

"Yes like I protect you," she said wiping at her eyes. "Like you'll one day protect the boy from your dreams."

Jin had only laughed and shaken his head at his mother, "their just dreams eomma."

Oh, how wrong Jin had been. Through his mothers' journal he'd learned that all this time, the dreams, or random daydreams he had were actually visions. Ones that largely contained people his mother was certain he was supposed to meet in his life. Particularly a brother he didn't know he had. But from the vision that his mother had described in her journal, he's certain there was good reason.

His father. Ever since he was younger he'd never known what to make of his father. The man had always been distant and a bit cold every time they'd talked. As if there was some kind of dark scorched aura around him that burned when Jin attempted to reach out to him. There was always this flash of disappointment in his eyes when he looked at Jin. His mother had clearly not told him what their son was capable of.

After seeing his father murder his mother he had told his father he'd be flying the next day. He was afraid the man would attempt to keep him out of the process even though the maid had already told him what happened. So here he was, standing next to the man who murdered his mother unable to do anything about it. He starred off towards the front garden of their house, anger, fear, and hate welling up in him like a building volcano. That's when he saw him. Off near the front gates behind a group of well-wishers. Walking up the long front gardens dressed in a white t-shirt, black jeans, and a black hoodie. Jin rolled his eyes, the boy stood out like a sore thumb.

Acting fast he gave a small bow to incoming guests who were paying respect. He offered up the excuse of needing to check on the food and slipped away. Quickly he walked towards one of the maid entrances and out the side door silently. The boy was just making it past the first row of hedges at the back of the group of well-wishers when Jin made it to him. Reaching out he yanked the boy into the bushes and wrestled him to the ground. For a moment his vision swam as if his mind tried to conjure up an image but got confused halfway through. Shaking off the sudden disorientation Jin frowned tried to hold the boy still.

"Are you insane? Do you want to die?" Jin asked.

The boy was strong he nearly knocked Jin off of him during his disoriented state. If Jin hadn't grabbed him while the boys' hands were still in his pockets he probably could have.

Struggling against Jin the boy yelled, "Who are you? Get off of me!"

"Keep your voice down," Jin shushed, he glanced around the hedges making sure no one had paid attention to the sudden disappearance of the hooded boy at the back. "You really have a death wish don't you?"

Jin rolled off the boy huffing in exertion as he sat up. He still was mindful to stay below the tree line. He knew the cameras couldn't see this part of the yard, he hoped that would give him enough of a blind spot to get the boy off the grounds.

"I don't even know who you are, why are you insulting me?" The boy asked.

"Well, my name is Seok-Jin, you may call me Jin hyung. If my assumption is right, and it always is, you are Jungkook. My younger brother."