A/N: I want to write this happy Jimin again... sigh...

When you realize it's been 15 chapters since Jimin has been chipped...

~The Next Day || 12:31~

Yoongi sighs, shaking his head. "This isn't going to help."

"Well I have to try something!" Y/N replies, giving the bag one last strong punch. Figuring there's no talking her out of this, Yoongi walks forward and places his hand on her shoulder.

"Your punches are pretty solid. Did you take classes?"

"My father made me take self defense classes pretty much all my life," she blankly replies, staring at the punching bag.

"Alright, good. Try your roundhouse again."

The roundhouse kick has been, well, kicking Y/N's ass. Her balance always goes off, so Yoongi has been trying to help her with it. For the past day, she's been training nonstop. Apparently she really, really wants to beat Chaeyoung. After Yoongi told her what Chaeyoung was capable of, she just fought harder. Yoongi became her sparring partner and ever since they started, she's yet to even come close to winning. And he's taking it easy on her.

Granted, one advantage Y/N will have is that she's more used to fighting than Chaeyoung. That and Chae doesn't have intelligence enhancements. Yoongi has been trying not to use them when sparring with her, but it's a natural instinct. At least when she actually fights Chaeyoung, their intelligence will be about the same.

Y/N does a very wobbly roundhouse, the kick solid but the leg holding her up very weak. "Shit," she mumbles.

"That's better. Try your balance exercises again. The more you work on your leg strength, the better of a fighter you'll be."

"Maybe I should stick to punching," she says, gritting her teeth.

"Y/N, if you're really doing this, you need to be versatile. Chaeyoung has experience. A lot of it. She kicked my ass for a reason."

She leans against the punching bag, sighing. "If she beat you, a fully trained fighter, how am I supposed to have any hope?"

Yoongi softly chuckles. "You're kidding, right?" She peers back at him, furrowing her brows. "You're Y/N L/N. You were going to be Y/N Park." Her eyes widen, rage filling her expression. "That. That right there is what's going to get you farther than I got. You have that raw anger and determination. I was mad, sure, but not as mad as you."

She purses her lips, considering this, then, she nods. "Alright. Let's go again, pretty boy."

Yoongi smirks. "Muffin thinks I'm pretty?"

"Maybe a little." Yoongi snickers, watching as she approaches him. He's waiting on the large mat in the middle of the boxing gym. It's pretty much empty, mostly since people are too scared to leave their houses unless it's for essentials anymore. With the whole war, no one's eager to be going to gyms. There's a few people here and there, but Yoongi managed to get them a pretty secluded corner.

"Ready?" she asks with a small smirk.

"I was about to ask you that," Yoongi replies before getting into his defensive position.

"What's her fighting style?" she asks, mimicking his move.

"Passive. She wasn't too aggressive but knew when to charge. She preferred to deflect, then strike when you least expected it."

"Interesting," she whispers, eyeing Yoongi and trying to spot any flaws in his defense. Of course there's none, so she gives up after only a few seconds.

"Who moves first? You move first, I move first?" Yoongi teases.

"We're supposed to be fighting, not flirting. We're both in relationships," she teases back.

Yoongi lets his smirk widen. "As you wish, Muffin." Within the blink of an eye, he's charging her. She expects the move and meets him halfway. The punches are thrown, but neither connect. They both dodge and give each other amused looks. "You sure you want to keep doing this?" he asks, and she playfully rolls her eyes.

"Come at me." He does. Once again, Yoongi initiates, going at her as hard as he can. She manages to barely block, then does something he didn't expect: she tries a roundhouse. It's ugly as fuck, so he ends up catching her off guard. In a flash, Yoongi is able to pin her to the ground.

He hovers over her, a cocky smile on his face. "We really need to work on your roundhouse."

"Shut up." He laughs, standing and backing away.

Yoongi offers his hand to her, and she takes a moment before grabbing it. Before he can even react, she pulls with all her might, and he yelps. She throws him to the ground, rolling over him.

He lets out a breath. "Seriously?"

"We really need to work on your ego," she says.

"Shut up."

She laughs, getting off of him. "If I offer you my hand, will you knock me on my ass?"

"You're tempting me."

"How charming," she says, outstretching her hand to him. Yoongi decides to be nice, holding her hand and letting her pull him up.

"Thanks. I think," he says.

She hums. "That's what I'm here for. So, what's next?"

"Eager to learn, huh?" he asks, and she nods.

"I have to. I'll train all day if I have to. I can't let her get away with this." Yoongi can't help but agree. Truthfully, he wants to fight Chaeyoung with Y/N. He can't let her do it alone.

"How about we work on your defense. I know you're angry, but you're going to have to contain that when you're fighting her."

"I thought my anger was going to help me win?" she asks.

Yoongi looks at her for a moment, then sighs. "It will, but if you let it consume you and you forget the basics, you'll lose in a heartbeat. I can't have that. Your anger will keep you fighting, but please don't do anything rash. That's why we should work on defense. She knows when to attack, and you need to be ready for that."

"Then let's do it."

"First... balance exercises."

She groans. "Really?"

"Yep, it's been like twenty minutes. Let's take a stretch break, okay?" he says. Y/N reluctantly agrees, stretching out her arms. Yoongi watches her for a few moments, then sighs. "Hey, Y/N?" She hums. "I know you're not doing too well right now..." He means that both emotionally and with fighting. She's messing up a lot, but that's expected. He hopes that by the end of tomorrow she'll be able to at least last three minutes in a spar with him. "Please tell me you'll be careful." Y/N and Yoongi lock eyes, hers displaying the pain she's been carrying with her. Regardless, she gives the best smile she can muster.

"Alright, Yoons. I'll be careful..."

~20:10~

Taehyung can't take this anymore. Jungkook's mother and father are here now, sitting by his side and crying. Can he say something? Do they want him to say something? He doesn't want to intrude, but at the same time, they only have so much longer together. Should he step up and say something? Talk about the happy memories? Will happy memories actually mean anything? Wouldn't that just make them even more upset? Yeah no, that's the last thing Taehyung wants to do.

He keeps his mouth shut, watching as Mr. Jeon comforts Mrs. Jeon. Taehyung tries not to look too much, but it's hard to take his eyes off them. They're very new. They're new to Taehyung. That's strange for him, to be honest. With his old relationships, meeting the parents was such a huge deal, but for Jungkook and him it was like any other day. They met right at the wedding, which is insane to Tae. Of course he wouldn't have it any other way, but it's certainly something to think about.

"Why weren't we here sooner?" Jungkook's mother asks, slightly whimpering.

"It's not your fault," Taehyung whispers, but they don't reply. It's only the truth. It's not their fault, how could they know? Jungkook left Mars a while ago. He's been living adrift ever since. Bouncing from civilization to civilization, getting all the details on their militaries. That kind of life is tough, but it's one Jungkook wanted to have.

Taehyung glances down at his soulmate, sighing. Is this really what Jungkook was destined for? What a waste. Why did the world have to waste him? Before Tae can continue thinking, Jungkook twitches. Based on his face, he almost looks like he's in pain. "Jungkook?" Tae asks, catching the attention of his parents. They lean forward too, looking at their son with hope in their eyes. However, that hope turns to horror when they see Jungkook start to rapidly jerk.

"No no no, get a doctor! Now!" Jungkook's mother cries.

Tae is on it as fast as possible, rushing out of the room as fast as his feet can take him. "Doctor! I need a doctor!" he shouts, running down the halls. A nurse nearly crashes into him, looking at him with bewilderment in her eyes. "D-Doctor! I need a doctor now!"

"What happened and where?"

"I-I don't know, I think my husband is having a seizure. Room 104," Taehyung whispers, his shoulders slumping.

The nurse is quick to act, grabbing onto her wrist comm and calling for a doctor. They run back to the room, the nurse going to Jungkook and checking to see if he's responsive. Of course, he isn't, so she takes the next step. "I'm going to need everyone to leave the room, the doctor and I will handle this," she says right as the doctor walks in.

"Get away from the bed, spread out," he calls, approaching the pale man.

Taehyung reluctantly backs away, but Jungkook's mother is less compliant. Jungkook's father has to drag her away. Taehyung's heart breaks at the sight, but he knows he has to give them their space to handle it. Without a second thought, Tae rushes out into the hall and waits for Jungkook's parents before closing the door. Nervous is an understatement. What the actual fuck is happening to his husband?

"Oh God," Tae whispers, breaking down as the realization hits him. His husband is about to die. Jungkook hasn't woken up. He's gone. He's about to... "God dammit!" Tae yells, kicking the wall and seething. Jungkook's parents offer him a look of sympathy, clearly wanting to have an outburst as well. Taehyung feels bad about doing that in front of his husband's parents, but he can't help it.

Tae finds a seat, sitting and sighing as he falls into his thoughts. No words are exchanged between them, but how could there be? After everything, they all need a few minutes to breathe and think. A few minutes turns into a dozen. A dozen turns into twenty. Twenty turns into half an hour. At this point, Tae is getting worried. Thirty minutes and the doctor hasn't come out yet. Is life supposed to be this insane?

However, Tae's nervousness is cut short when the door opens and the doctor comes out. Tae and his husband's parents stand, approaching the man.

"I'm so sorry." Tae's eyes widen, but the doctor holds up his hand. "He hasn't passed yet, but I'm afraid he only has today left." Taehyung staggers back, the words processing through his brain and crushing his heart.

A single tear rolls down his face. "No. No, that can't be true." Both of Jungkook's parents slump back down into their chairs, a dead look on their faces. Tae stands there and stares at the floor.

"I'm so sorry, we stabilized him for now, but that's the best we could do."

"You kept him alive longer than anyone expected. Thank you for that," Tae whispers, closing his eyes as more tears fall.

"I'm so sorry," the doctor repeats one last time before leaving the three alone.

Tae falls back onto his chair, opening his eyes and staring at the now-open door to Jungkook's room. The poor boy is pale as hell, sweating, fighting to stay alive for even a minute. Part of Tae wants Jungkook to go already. He doesn't want to see his husband in this much pain. It's horrible to say the least. Jungkook deserves happiness, and maybe dying is the best way to get that right now.

Taehyung throws a hand over his mouth to prevent any loud sounds from coming out. Is he psychopathic? Thinking his husband can die and be happy with that? In his last moments, Jungkook saw an angry Jimin and the crew torn apart. That's not right. That's not right at all. He's the Executive, he deserves to go out knowing his crew is safe and sound. Fucking hell, Taehyung didn't even get to say goodbye.

"Prepare the nearest operation room and get me as many extra hands as you can find me," a female voice says. Tae sighs, picking his tired head up to look down the hall.

"Ma'am, you don't have the clearance-"

"Then get me it. This is an emergency and I refuse to sit around for another second." Wait. That voice...

Taehyung's eyes jump as she rounds the corner, a few other people behind her. "Get him to surgery. That's final. It's either do this or he dies." The nurse standing behind her is hesitant, making the other woman grunt.

"Look, do you know who she is?" she asks, pointing to her acquaintance.

The nurse shakily nods. "Of course, who doesn't, but-"

"But nothing. Based on what you told me, Jeon Jungkook is dying. I can fix that." Taehyung hops up, bringing their attention to them. "Tae!" they let out in-sync.

"Anya, Sapphire," he whispers, staring at them in surprise. They smile brightly, then, Tae notices it. His jaw drops as he stares at Anya, who gives him the softest look humanly possible. Anya's different.

Her enhancements are gone.

~20:13~

"Thank you for coming in on such short notice," Chaeyoung says, a small smile on her face. You don't reply; you keep your jaw set. You were training all day with Yoongi, but she interrupted that. She glances over at Jimin, who surprisingly has his eyes on the ground. Isn't this the love of his life? Shouldn't he be staring at her with so much love it's gross? "Tonight I have an assignment for the two of you."

"Tonight?!" you ask in disbelief.

"I know this is all very sudden, but I have a lot on my plate right now. We've located the Martian spy, and tonight, she'll be going to a club."

"A club? How the hell do you-"

"The details don't matter," she sharply interrupts. "She'll be there at approximately twenty-two hundred. I want you to get there now and wait for her. Can you do that for me?"

You reluctantly nod. "Why do you need the two of us on this mission again?"

"I don't doubt your abilities, Miss L/N, but having a strong fighter like Jimin by your side couldn't hurt. I know the rest of your friends are a little busy making a new crew together." Oh great, so she is pissed about that. Whatever, you don't have time to care. "Besides, you two are pretty much my only extras right now. Everyone else I have is either on an assignment or sucks at being discreet."

"You think I'm discreet?" you ask, amusement in your tone.

"More than everyone else, sure. I need you two to move out and quickly handle this. Remember: she'll be there at twenty-two hundred sharp. I'll send the two of you a picture of her."

"Can we have a name at least?" you ask.

"Vixen. Like I said, I'll send a picture of her. You two will be undercover. Everyone idolizes you two, I'm sure when she sees you, she'll feel safe. She thinks it's a janitor get together."

"A janitor... get together?" you ask.

"Believe it or not, it's pretty convincing. I had one of the janitors hand deliver it to her to make it seem more realistic. From what I hear, she's excited about going."

"Well, I guess that's a good start. Do you need anything else?"

Chaeyoung shrugs. "I appreciate the offer, but not at the moment. Comm me once the deed is done, I'll come to you and help escort her to my private office. I need to question her personally."

For a few moments, you're scared of Chaeyoung. She's insanely powerful and knows what she wants. That's a deadly combination. Regardless, you shake off your fear and decide to nod instead. "Anything else we should know?"

She softly smiles. "No. You're dismissed." You decide against questioning her smile, turning and going towards the door. Jimin follows, not speaking until Chae suddenly calls out for him. "Oh, wait. Jimin?" He turns his head, locking eyes with her. "Have fun tonight," she says. His eyes light up in understanding, leaving you confused. There was something in her tone, as if what she said is like an inside joke between the two of them. Except it's not a joke. It's more like code or something.

Jimin seems to know exactly what she's talking about, so it doesn't really matter. As long as it doesn't involve you, you're fine. Seeing as she didn't address you, it looks like you have nothing to worry about. So, you stroll out of her office with Jimin and shut the door behind you.

"I'm guessing we should probably change our clothes?" you joke, but there's no humor in your tone. You know you're talking to a robot.

"Yeah, wear something nice," Jimin says. You raise a brow. Wear something nice? That's strange. You didn't think he'd care about your appearance. At most you thought you'd get a nod, not even a verbal answer. Oh well, you'll take it. Whatever works. Whatever keeps him talking.

The two of you walk down the hall and out into the main area, side by side like the old days. Several workers nod to you in respect as you and Jimin trot by, slightly surprising you. That's right. You're hailed heroes. You and Jimin especially seeing as you're supposed to be the 'King' and 'Queen' of Ganymede. You wonder if anyone will take a picture of something as simple as the two of you walking and post it online. Honestly, you wouldn't be surprised if that happens. The internet takes every picture it can get.

Once you make it outside, you slow your pace and turn to him. He slows down as well, noticing your hesitation. He doesn't speak, he only looks at you. You take a deep breath. "This mission, are you ready for it?" you ask.

Jimin is taken aback by your sudden question. "Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know, you just look distracted. I don't think I've ever seen you distracted in important situations, that's all."

Jimin seems like he wants to be cold and brush you off, but something stops him from doing that. Instead, he sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "I don't know. I don't know if I should feel anything or not, but that's not what's important right now. I just want to get this mission over with so I can go home and think." Although you're confused, you decide against pressing. If pressing wasn't good for your relationship before the breakup, you wonder how mad he'd get after it.

"Alright, well whatever you need, I'll be there. Let's finish this mission as fast as possible."

Jimin stares at you, knitting his brows together. "Wait, you're serious?" he asks. His confusion ends up confusing you too.

"Uh, yeah? Why wouldn't I be?"

"Even after everything I've done to you?"

"Even after everything you've done to me. You may not be him, but you're wearing his face. The last thing I want to see is my little Jiminie sad," you say, and the words pain you as they pass your lips.

Even chipped Jimin cracks a small smile at that. "Okay. Thank you."

Jimin walks away before you have time to react. Did he just thank you? For actually caring? What the fuck is going on with him? Is he okay? With a huff, you rush after him, following him like a duckling. "What are you doing?" he asks, his tone gentler than you were expecting.

"I don't want to pay for a cab again."

"We're rich," he says with a chuckle. Him... joking? Alright, he has to have a disease or something, this is bad.

"Still," you say, pouting ever so slightly.

The two of you approach his Porsche, and he lets out a small breath. "Alright, I'll drive you to the mansion. Don't take too long changing though," he says.

"Maybe you should go first."

"Yeah, maybe I should." Without another word, you enter, sitting down and closing the door behind you. Jimin sits as well, starting the car as soon as he enters. "Ready to do this?" he asks. Your eyes peek up at the visor. It's pressed up against the roof of the car, but you can tell: you can see your picture still there.

"Wow," you whisper, softly smiling before meeting his shocked eyes. "I'm ready. I really am."

~20:57~

"How did you know to find us?"

Anya shrugs, stepping inside the room and locking eyes with Jungkook's pale body. "As soon as we touched down, we went to the mansion. Hoseok and Seulgi were at their apartment, Yoongi was out with Y/N, apparently something's up with Jimin, Jin was apparently out doing maintenance on the Moon, and you were here. That's what Baekhyun told us. He told us about Jungkook's situation."

Anya motions to the nurses still staring at her in shock. "Prep him for surgery. Take him in to the operating theatre immediately." At their hesitation, Anya hisses. "I'm not wasting my precious time arguing with you! You know who I am, you know I'm the Lead Researcher at Ganymede. If you don't believe me, call whoever the new governor is and ask him yourself! Sapphire here is a medical expert, we're all trained. Now listen carefully, either you get him to an operating theatre right now, or I take his body back to my God damn house and do it on the kitchen table. Got it?!"

"I consent to this," Taehyung says, panting. "He's my husband, shouldn't I get a say?" He motions to two unnamed people who Anya assumes are Jungkook's parents. "They're his parents. They get a say too, right? We're all family to him."

The nurses finally sigh and give in. One steps forward, nodding to Anya. "We'll do the prep, wait for us there? Operating theatre 8C, it'll be right down the hall."

Anya nods. "I'll go wash my hands with Sapphire and meet you there. Let's do this, okay?"

Everyone nods, but Jungkook stirs. They all freeze, turning to look at the boy. He snaps up, panting with wide eyes. "Jungkook!" Taehyung calls, rushing to the boy's side.

"T-Tae?" Jungkook's hoarse voice replies. "W-Wha... wha..."

"Shh, save your strength," Tae whispers, shushing his husband. Jungkook shakily nods, his entire body trembling.

Anya approaches his bedside, placing her hand over his. "Hey Kook, it's Anya." He meets her eyes and softly smiles. "We're going to save you, okay? Hang in there. I have to perform a surgery immediately or you die. Can you consent to this?"

"Of course..." He sounds so weak. It breaks Anya's heart.

"I have to warn you of the risks. Removing enhancements will be a drastic change on the body, and his has already been through enough. There's a lot to factor in here, his survivability rate isn't high," Anya says, turning to the family.

Taehyung lets out a breath. "How low are we talking?"

"I'd say seven percent."

"Seven?!"

Anya winces. "I know Tae, but if I don't try, he dies anyway." Taehyung takes a small step back, looking around. He's at a loss for words.

"Hey, i-it's okay," Jungkook whisper. "I-I'll be okay...." Tae approaches the man's side as the nurses scurry around him, grabbing tools and drugs Anya doesn't pay any attention to. Jungkook smiles at Tae. "I'll be alright," he manages to say.

"How do you know?" Taehyung asks. Jungkook pauses for a moment, then looks up. His eyes stare at the ceiling, his smile staying planted on his face. For a few moments, he keeps looking up, then, his eyes come back down to Taehyung's.

"Because he told me I would be."

Tae's eyes light up in understanding, but Anya is only left confused. Oh well, that's a question for later. Right now they need to move. And fast. "Get him prepped. Sapphire, follow me, I want to wash my hands before we get started." Sapphire instantly does, rushing out of the room and going down the hall. Taehyung watches as they go, probably a million questions on his mind that they can't answer right now. Anya feels bad, but there's nothing they can do.

Sapphire and Anya find the nearest bathroom and enter, going up to the sinks and going as fast as they can. "Do you think we can do this?" Sapphire asks, her eyes focusing on the water. Anya sighs, scrubbing her hands harshly.

"Seven percent. I don't know, Saph. This might be a stretch."

"But if we don't do it, he dies today anyway."

"Yeah, exactly. I really don't want to lose Jungkook," Anya says.

She turns off the water, turning to face her friend. Sapphire does the same, looking at Anya with sympathy. "I don't either. He's a good guy. A great one, actually." They both stand there for a few moments, silence overhanging them.

"We should probably go," Anya mutters.

"Yeah. Let's save him," Sapphire replies, darting out of the room. Anya lingers for a few seconds, staring at her reflection in the mirror. They're gone. Her enhancements are gone. Sapphire performed an experimental operation on her, and it just barely worked. If it just barely worked on Anya with regular enhancements, how will Jungkook survive with the crazy enhancements?

"Ani, let's go!" Sapphire's voice calls. Anya sighs and agrees, rushing out of the bathroom as Jungkook is rolled by. Anya's eyes jump at the sight. Taehyung approaches, giving them a nervous glance/ "Could this really work?" he asks. Taehyung and Anya lock eyes. "Your enhancements," he whispers, subconsciously trailing a hand over where his are.

Anya places a single hand on his shoulder. "We were able to get mine out." Anya gives him a determined look. "Let's go get your husband back."