# The truth untold

// Circus Circus Night Club, Gangbuk-gu; 01:09

"Fuck, Zhu Lin!"

Jimin runs through the hall, pushing away the dolled up, most likely drunk people, that was in his way. He can see a body laying on the floor, already passed out. His members are back in the hidden room they're supposed to keep their victim at. 

"Shut the fuck up, stop attracting all the attention, you dickhead!" I yell back, not really helping the situation. Jimin's expression takes a turn. It goes from panicked to utter confusion. Not having the time for explanations and other small talk, I grab the knocked out man's legs, motioning Jimin to take his upper body. Both of us can hear Jeongguk on our earpieces; "Yoongi, do something to attract the attention away from Zhu Lin and Jimin, they're on their way with Mark."

A small smirk form on my lips as I see Yoongi from my side glance, he is obviously not happy with his task. Not having the time to  stop and watch him, we try to hurry. Quickly and as discreet as possible we run behind all the carefree humans having the time of their lives. My arms are slowly but surely giving in from the weight. This Mark is not heavy for his height at all, but carrying half of his weight while crouching down does get tuff. "Hang in there, the room is only a couple of meters away," this time it's Jin talking. His voice an octave lower than usual, laced with seriousness. It makes me realise even more how critical this mission is. No room for mistakes.

Taehyung slams the door open just in time for Jimin and I to pace into the unlighted room filled with worn boxes of all sizes in every corner. There's a chair made out of wood in the middle of the room. I let go of Mark's legs, sitting him down on the presumably old armchair. My head whips around, surprised at the sound of Yoongi running in as well. 

"You do not have a lot of time, there are some men outside calling for some backups I believe," Hoseok speaks up now. Namjoon, who has been silent this whole time, ties our victim's arms and legs to the chair with a rope. I can see it's tight by the blue-purple colour already forming on Mark's hands. He takes out a syringe, injecting some yellow liquid into the young-looking man's arm. Only some seconds later his head abruptly jerks up. His eyes turn wide as he realises he's stuck.

"But, how? I took the glass without the drugs!" Mark's voice is laced with both confusion and anger while I just grin back at him. The other men in the small room also look at me, obviously wondering how I'm not the one who passed out.

"Pretty simple. The pill took in my glass was just some vitamins, I had already put the drugs in the other drink before you came. I figured you would be smart enough to not let the drinks out of sight just in case this happened."

All eyes are focused on me, fascinated by my stunt. Acknowledging this, I lock my eyes with Mark's. "Still clever like the old days."

I freeze, taken back from his comment. His voice changed. It's not as husky as it was back at the bar, it sounded familiar now. As if a light bulb flicks on over my head I gasp, realisation hitting me like a truck.

"Lee Min-hyung."

Namjoon questions me, but it goes into my left ear and right out of the other. A wave of shock slapped me on my cheek. It hurt seeing him like this. The little boy from my childhood whom I treated like the younger brother I never had. The boy I always played with and got my heart broken by when he suddenly disappeared and never came back. I had  hope that he ran away from my father, but I should have known better. No one can ever escape my father's cruelty. 

A hand grips my shoulder, sending me straight back to the gruesome reality. Yoongi, out of all people, sends me a sympathetic look, most likely understanding the situation. I know him, or at least I did.

"Nice to finally meet you again, Kim Zhu Lin."

"It's Cai Zhu Lin and you know that" I wheeze back, hurt evident in my voice.

"Never let your opponent read you like an open book or a closed one at that."

Mark doesn't look all too happy himself, he's beyond doubt affected by this as well. His jaw is clenched, knuckles visible on his fists. I can see the mark on his neck now, the same one I cover with makeup. It indicates that the marked person belongs to Kim Eunkwang. The ink forms a snake twirling around a stick broken in two. It symbolises how we can break anyone who stands in our way. I simply hate it.

The music can be heard even through the thick walls covered in majestic looking wallpaper. My eyes are used to the dark now, the little ceiling light Taehyung just turned on helping as well. I have a growing headache which really doesn't help me now, but I have no choice but no stay strong.

"I have a letter for you" he speaks up again. The other men stay silent, just like Hoseok just told them to be. We also got a message to hurry up and get the fuck out of there before the backups someone called for comes. 

Jimin walks closer to Mark, indicating for him to show where the letter is so he can take it and give it to me. No more questions asked. The whole room goes silent as I open the quite dirty envelope with my name written on it. I can easily tell it is my father's handwriting.

Dear Zhu Lin, daughter of Kim Eunkwang.

Running away was not your smartest choice, and I believe you know that yourself. You have made a mistake. The timing is not great either, but I have an offer to make. Of course, only if you are interested in surviving along with your new friends. 

I want to point out that most of what these men have told you is most likely made up or fake rumours. Kim Seokjin is not your brother. In fact, he was the one who assassinated your mother by my request. It was her time to pass. She threatened to kill you, just to run away after. Which I obviously could not let happen as you are my only daughter and the only one who can take my heritage. 

Meet me at the border between North and South Korea in two days, when the sun goes down and the moon is on it's way up to take control. Save yourself and save your friends. You will be treated as the upcoming queen that you are going to be. 

Much love, your father.

I internally puke as I read the last sentence. Letting out a sound of frustration, I curl the paper before I throw it away. Taehyung snakes his arm around my waist, supporting my body as I'm about to break down from frustration and anger. How could I let this happen? Mark notices the look on my pale face. His evil smirk makes me sick to my stomach. He acts completely different from the adorable Min-hyung I always took care of. The memories come all at once, making my headache grow rapidly.

"You have to get out of there, NOW!" Jeongguks voice is dead serious and I can only imagine the expression he wears. It creates goosebumps on my still naked arms. 

Jimin swiftly takes over for his close co-worker and carries me like a princess as he runs out. We are right behind Yoongi who is taking the lead, Namjoon and Taehyung in our heels. Mark screams to let him go, but we don't even have time to look back. All I can do is to close my eyes and keep hoping this will all go away when I open them again. It never happens. 

Hoesok's black van is right outside the building, ready for us to jump in. We speed off, just in time  to evade the gunshots mixed with frightening screams. The pain in my head doesn't perish, in stead it spreads out through my whole body. My heart tightens as if vines are squeezing out every single emotion. I feel empty as I stare into nothing. The words in the letter haunt me. I know I can't trust him, but I have a feeling he didn't lie about everything. 

Is Seokjin really my brother? Did my mom want to kill me? Should I go back to the North?

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A/N: lol im back, please vote and comment as I love reading them