Lies Remembered as Truths, Truths Remembered as Lies

23

I brought Minho, Jungkook, and Hyunjin with me outside to the practice gym where interns were allowed to work out in. Hair tied in a ponytail, I walked to the middle as Hyunjin walked to the middle as well. Minho and Jungkook only watched from a distance as I got into a fighting stance. Hyunjin was definitely no match for me, but it was more practice for Hyunjin and only review for me.

"Ready?" I asked.

"I was born ready," Hyunjin said, smirking.

"You'll regret those words," I warned.

Hyunjin struck first with a kick. I raised my leg and blocked the kick with my leg. In an instant, my foot was on the ground and I kicked Hyunjin in the opposite direction. Hyunjin staggered back, his arms raised in front of his face. Hyunjin launched to me and feinted a jab, landing a punch. Hyunjin twisted around me and choked me from behind while I struggled to free myself from his grip. It's not like he was doing something so difficult but Hyunjin's strength had grown. Perhaps because he's a boy and I'm a girl, but the differences in our strength weren't far. Although I was stronger, I didn't know how much longer it would be until Hyunjin grows stronger than me. 

I kicked Hyunjin behind me and used the slight imbalance to throw him over my shoulder onto the ground. In a flash, I was on top of Hyunjin, holding his arms in one hand another hand prepared to punch him. Hyunjin tapped the ground as a sign of surrender and I let him go, getting up first and helping Hyunjin get up.

"Darn it," Hyunjin said. "You still beat me."

"Of course," I said bluntly. "There is a difference between our experience and strengths."

Hyunjin seemed down so I added, "But, within a few years, you could probably catch up."

Immediately, Hyunjin's face grew into a smile. Hyunjin was the only person I could consider close in this world other than family. Unconsciously, I smiled softly at Hyunjin's smiling face.

"Your smiling face," someone said. I turned around to see Minho looking at me. My smile was replaced with a poker face but Minho continued. "It's beautiful. You should smile more."

"What are you pulling?" I asked.

"Oh, I can't even compliment my roommate's smile?" Minho retorted back sarcastically.

"Please," I said. "You said it yourself. We're roommates. Nothing more and nothing less. There is no need for you to try and compliment me. And I despise it. Don't do it again."

"No," Minho replied. "I'll do it over and over. Isn't it common sense to praise something beautiful?"

I swear, if this bitch doesn't shut up, I will do it myself. And it will end up with lots of blood and broken bones. 

"And isn't it common sense to listen to a lady's wishes?" Jungkook retorted back. I take it back, Jungkook is worse.

"Shut up, both of you," I said. Just as I said this, the lights to the gym suddenly went out. The whole place was covered with darkness.

"Yoona?" Hyunjin called out.

"We know you're here, fireball~" someone else called out. I froze on the spot. I knew that voice, that nickname.

"Hyunjin!" I yelled, knowing full well I was exposing our location but who cares. "Meet back at the dorms. Whatever you do, don't open the door unless we say my favorite character, got it?"

"Yo-"

"Now!" I yelled, running in the dark, trying to avoid the other people in the gym. I successfully came outside, but the lights outside were out as well and the moon was covered by the clouds. What a shitty day. As I was running back to the dorms, I yelped as I felt someone pull me to them. I turned around and widened my eyes as I realized who captured me.

"Here you are, fireball," the person said.

It was a man. 5 foot 11 inches, no beard, his hair longer than I remembered, tied in a bun behind his head. But his cold brown eyes that pierced into me, those eyes that tortured me for years without end.

I struggled to escape but I knew, I was caught. He would take me back with him and I would be taken from Yoongi, from dad and Woozi and everyone again. This time, I wouldn't be saved and this would be the end of me. I would rather die than be like this again. I would-

"Let her go," a voice said. I looked up to see Minho standing there. What about Hyunjin and Jungkook? Were they safe?

"Now who are you?" the man asked.

"Her friend," Minho said. He shifted his gaze to me, his sharp eyes staring at me. "Stop being a weak bitch and get off him. I need you to at least do that, okay?"

Somehow, his words triggered something in me. Was it him calling me a weak bitch? Right, I couldn't just let myself give up here. Using my aptitude, I let my wings out from my back, forcing the man holding me from behind to let go of me. That moment, that one second, was what Minho was waiting for. I felt a gust of wind and I was by Minho's side.

"Who do you think you are?" the man yelled as he threw an open bag. As the bag fell, so did the multiple sharp objects and weapons inside. Minho did his best to blast the objects he could away from me, shielding me with his body from the objects he failed to blast away. Then, I felt Minho grip me harder. He must have been hit. This wasn't going to work. Grabbing Minho as gently but strongly as I could, I lifted Minho and myself up into the skies. I couldn't take him back to the dorms, the kidnappers would surely follow. And I wouldn't be allowed to go to a hospital anyway. There was really only one choice. My house.

I flew above the clouds, glancing at Minho every few seconds making sure he was fine. Through the pain, Minho continued to joke and brush this off as nothing.

"Well now, all that...training helped," Minho joked.

"Shut up," I said, my throat feeling parched. "You could have died. Why would you do something stupid like that?"

"Because..." Minho said. "We're friends, aren't we?"

"Whoever said we're friends?" I asked, refusing to let Minho see my flustered face. "Are you going around deciding whatever fits you now?"

"Well, I tried," Minho said. Then, he winced. Must be because of the wind on his wounds.

"Hold on a little more," I said. "We're almost there."

"Where are we going?" Minho asked.

"A safe place," I said. There was no more conversation until I finally reached home. Of course, it would be hard to get inside as there were all sorts of disguises and traps so that only me, dad, or Yoongi could come in. Once we were finally inside, I carefully placed Minho on the only bed we had and walked to the counter for some first aid.

I cut Minho's shirt off of his body, Minho laying down on his stomach on the bed as I cleaned his wound and then disinfected it. Then, I wrapped it with gauze, making sure to secure it before taping it on. It wasn't the best, but it would help for now. 

"We'll stay here for the night," I said. "Tomorrow, let's leave and get you treated. Can you handle that?"

"Don't tell me this is your home," Minho joked. I was silent. "Oh..." Minho muttered. "...I didn't know. Sorry."

"It's not what you were expecting, huh?" I asked.

"...Yeah," Minho replied. "I didn't know villains lived like this."

"We're pretty lucky," I said. "Others wouldn't even have a place to stay. But...still pretty terrible compared to other families."

"Why?" Minho asked.

"What do you mean?"

"It's not like you or Yoongi did anything illegal. So why do you have to live like this?"

"Well, the world doesn't see it like that. A family relationship means we could be spies or villains in the future. And besides. The world isn't fair. It's a cruel, cold place."

"....Sorry."

"Just...go to sleep."

"Yeah...sure..."