Jimin. /PJM/

5

"Come on." Yoongi grips me by the wrist, tugging me in the direction of a debilitated van loaded with packages, "Quick, get in."

I scramble to get into the passenger seat of the vehicle, quickly slamming the door shut as he starts up the engine. In a matter of seconds we're speeding down the road, heading straight back towards the facility.

"I've thought about it now."

"About what you want me to say to him?"

My eyes scan up towards the sky - watching the thick grey clouds darkening it.

"Please, can you tell him thank you for looking after me, and if he wants to see me, I'll be easy to find."

"You'll be easy to find? Are you planning on leaving him more messages or something?" Yoongi looks at me questionably,

"No, I mean...maybe? I was thinking of staying somewhere near the facility." His face pops into my mind, "So I can see him."

There's a moment of silence, presumably Yoongi thinking about why I would do that when the risk is so high. "How are you going to afford it, you don't have a IQ card?"

"An IQ card?"

"Ah, I guess this facility really did shut you off from the rest of the world." he hums, "An IQ card is how you pay for everything. Once a year you sit an IQ test, and depending on your intelligence you earn more or less money per hour. There are ways to beat the system. For example, your friend we're going to see - since he works with ill people he would earn a large amount of money whether he's intelligent or not. The same goes to those in the armed forces or who do charity work. The IQ card also holds your identity and you have to have it on your person at all times. Anyone can ask to see it, even without reason."

"So you could find out his name?"

"Your friend? I don't see why not. But, we should probably get you one first. The test isn't very long. We can give you a name too, since you don't know yours." We draw closer and closer to a large city, currently watching the view from a huge bridge, "Any name you'd like to have? Most people change them after a while."

"You can change your name? Just like that?" I'm astonished, I wonder if Yoongi had a different name before, if he had a completely different identity.

"Yeah, I used to be Suga. Chose it when I was a teenager and regretted it since. You think anyone would want to do business with someone called Suga? They couldn't take me seriously." He chuckles slightly, "So, have a good think about a name. Do you know any of your family? Any of your heritage?"

"I think...I think I'm half Chinese. I remember people mentioning it before...very vaguely." I squint, trying to visualise one of the first sessions I had with the doctor - he told me some things about my ethnicity. What's a good Chinese surname? Wang? Huang? Zhou? What about Liang? "Liang, Liang could be my surname."

"Here." Yoongi shoves his hand in his pocket, soon passing me his phone after opening up a...Google? "Just press on the bar and type in Chinese female names. Pick one you like."

Liang Changying.

Liang Daxia.

Liang Genji.

Liang...Liang Meiling?

"Liang Meiling? Sounds good, right?" I ask, placing his phone on the middle console of the van,

"I can call you Mei for short. Cute." He nods, guiding us off the bridge and into the city streets, "The IQ place is around here, let me just find a good parking spot."

By the time we've parked up, the bad weather has hit and we're running to the building in the rain. It's a small business under several flats. When we get inside it's brightly lit but practically empty, a TV faintly buzzing in the corner...something about a torrential storm?

"Hello, how can I help you?" Yoongi leads us to a man standing behind the desk at the back, "Are you here to sit an IQ test and get a new IQ card?"

"Yes, actually, my friend is."

"Could fill out these details please, ma'am?" he pushes a sheet of paper and a pen towards me which I take and we head towards one of the tables.

Surname:

First Name:

Age:

Birthplace:

IQ: -to be provided-

"Yoongi." I look up at him after writing in my name. "What do I put for age and birthplace?"

His eyes scan my face for a moment, analysing my features as well as my height. "Age, I'd say twenty, that's about right. And just put anywhere for birthplace...Ilsan maybe?"

I nod, quickly scribbling down the information and giving it to the man who then leads me to a room in the back. There are several tables and a chair for each. He places the test in front of me as I sit down and informs me that I have twenty minutes. He then leaves.

The test seems to consist of strange shapes and symbols, of which I have to point out the next in the sequence, correct them or chose which follows the pattern. Having not had too much of an education, I can only hope that I pass the test with just my natural intelligence. If I...have any?

"Time's up." The man reappears, taking the test from me and guiding me out of the room. Only moments after I've handed it to him, he hands me a small card with the information on it. He leans over and whispers into my ear. "Your pin is 9972."

I nod, looking down at the IQ score on the card. 151.

Is that good or bad?

"Wow, you did really well." Yoongi gently pats me on the back, "Thank you."

Yoongi glances at the man one last time before tugging me out of the building. I push the card into my pocket, climbing back into the card.

"Now, let's go get your man."