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Jin’s POV

“Stop crying,” Yoongi admonished harshly and I winced. Easy for him to say that. The person that he loved wasn’t in danger of being dead. Fresh tears leaked out of my red eyes when I thought about Joan, all trussed up and ready to be killed by heartless goons. “Stop. Crying. Right. Now!” Yoongi repeated and I glared at him.

“Do me a favour and get lost.”

He snorted pitifully. “Fine. Cry by yourself.”

“Yoongi, don’t be mean,” Jimin muttered, patting my head awkwardly.  “Jin is hurting so let him get it all out. So –um- cry!”

I wiped my eyes on my shirt sleeve and looked up slowly. “Has anyone told you guys that you suck at consoling a person?” Jimin shook his head earnestly while Yoongi grumbled out “Countless times.”

“Look,” Yoongi leaned down on his knees and sat next to me. “We will find Joan before they do anything, and we’ll give you the honour of killing Jungkook. Okay?”

I sniffed loudly. “Okay.”

He nodded, satisfied. “Only problem is that we don’t know who took her.”

“The government-?”

“No, Namjoon thinks it isn’t them. Because despite all the despicable things Jungkook did, he is still Ingenium. The government would never side with him. They would kill him on the spot.”

“Great,” Jimin grunted. “We have two separate groups of people coming after us.”

“Namjoon doesn’t think they’re after us. At least not for now. They wanted Joan specifically. Something about one bullet and blah blah blah. I stopped listening after a while.”

“Hello,” a girl squeaked, blushing as she looked at me. Her dark hair hung in plaits over her chocolate brown skin and she had heavily lidded black eyes. A red ribbon was fluttering in the breeze in her closed fist and she was looking as scared as was humanly possible.

“Hayley,” Peter sighed, jogging into the room. “I told you not to go in. Guys, this is Hayley, my cousin.”

“Hi,” I waved at her with a small smile.

“He is crying,” she pointed at me. Great. Now everyone was going to know that I was unhappy.

“Yeah um,” Peter shifted from one foot to another uncomfortably. “Let him cry.”

“Why is he crying?”

“Uh- his friend has gone somewhere and he isn’t sure if she is going to come back.” Friend? My fricking life source was kidnapped! Friend didn’t sum up one-third of what Joan meant to me.

“Why doesn’t he go too?” Peter glared at her before steering her out of the room. “Because if he goes, he knows that we will make sure that his friend’s favourite bronze-handled item is stuck into certain parts of his body.” He raised two fingers to his eyes and pointed first at his golden- yellow irises, and then at me. “I’m watching you, boy. No hanky-panky.”

I rolled my eyes as he sauntered out of the room. My dear dear friends had promised me that if I left to find Joan by myself, they would make sure to karate chop my body and sacrifice me to the Gods. Like I was going to listen. I always waited a maximum of two days out of formality when Joan was kidnapped and if she wasn’t back by then, I usually left to find her myself. She had been abducted at least fifteen times and only once did I actually go looking for her. All the other times, she just strutted back home like she went out for a stroll or something. But something felt different this time.
I knew that I had to go out to find her, otherwise it might be too late. and I wasn’t going to let it be too late.
I was going to get her back.

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Joan’s POV

“So you are a big fan of Harry Potter,” Jungkook casually fingered my knife.

“Put my knife down, right now,” I hissed at him and he grinned manically before sitting at the foot of the bed I was lying down on.

“There was a line in the book, no? Winners, keepers? Well, winners keepers then, Jackson. This knife belongs to me.”

“You don’t even know how to use a knife,” I gritted my teeth.

“Let’s find out,” he said simply before pushing my shirt up to my chest to reveal my thin abdomen. I whimpered as felt the flat part of the cool blade travel over my injured ribs. “That hurts, doesn’t it?”

I chose not to reply.

He pressed the blade down and I mewled pitifully. “Answer me.”

While my brain kept telling me to act smart and just answer that it hurt like hell, my stupid, stupid ego decided to tell my brain to shut up and me, to keep quiet. So I kept quiet. Jungkook sighed.

“Now you are just being impossibly foolish,” he mumbled before removing the blade and pushing his thumb down.

Hard.

On my cracked ribs.

I remembered screaming as agony flowed through my body, before I was surrounded by the darkness.

When I woke up, a doctor was hovering over me with an almost-concerned look on his wrinkle-filled face, his eyebrows furrowed as he checked my vitals carefully. “’Sup?” I nodded to him and he squeaked and ran out of the room. Huh?

Given, he wasn’t Dr. Malhotra but he was still a doctor. Which man ran out of the room on seeing his patient? I shook my head in exasperation and snuggled into the pillows, surprised when I felt no pain. I tried to move my legs and they waved in the air aimlessly with no sign of an injured kneecap. I frowned and jerked from one side to another and my body moved smoothly.

What?

Something was wrong. Great. I couldn’t have one single moment of peace. Curse my ancestors or whoever it was that gave me Potens. I grumbled as I heard someone knock loudly outside my room. Seriously? All of a sudden, they were asking permission before intruding on my personal space?

“Just get in already,” I mumbled under my breath, and to my astonishment, the person actually heard and entered. My mouth opened in horror as I saw my dearest father in front of me, smiling down foolishly at the daughter he tried to kill.

“I’m so sorry I tried to hurt you, Joan,” he cried, sliding over to the bed and kneeling down on the floor. He brushed his lips over my knuckles. “I do love you, baby, I was a terrible father, and I’m sorry.” His lips neared my cheeks as he tried to convey his affection to me thirteen years too late.

“Okay, whoever is in my head, get out right now, or I swear to God, I will skewer you with a scalpel!” I snapped out loud. My father didn’t budge, his mouth continued on its journey to my face and I saw red. Before I knew it, I had reached out and slapped the man with all my strength and he dissolved immediately.

And by dissolved, I meant disappeared.

Vanished.

Poofed.

And in his place, stood a highly livid Jungkook with a ghost of a smile still on his face. “We never should have fixed that dislocated joint of yours!” He pressed his red cheek with a cold hand, where I could make out the marks of my fingers. I grinned widely and covered my mouth with my hands as I giggled.

“This is what you get when you invade my mind with your stupid technology,” I chuckled and he rolled his eyes.

“I wouldn’t laugh too hard. Despite your hands being fixed, you still have shattered knees and nearly-broken ribs.”

My smile evaporated. “Your point being?”

He grinned before patting my shoulder. “Just keep that in mind.” He turned around and removed a cloth from his pocket. “Time to go under, babe,” he smirked and pressed the foul smelling fabric on my nose. He poked my nose as everything started fading from my mind. “Sleep tightOr don’t. Whatever.”

***

Dr. Malhotra’s POV

I stared at Joan as the general anaesthesia took away her consciousness. Thirty seconds. Thirty seconds was all it took to put someone’s body under your complete control. Anaesthesia was seriously underestimated. People were still stuck on chloroform, but the movies were highly misleading. Only a large dose, pressed against the nose for five to ten minutes would put a person to sleep. “Move,” I commanded to Jungkook and he obediently stepped away, tossing the used cloth into the dustbin. I snapped my fingers to my assistants and they quickly dropped Joan’s body onto the stretcher and wheeled her away. “Call them,” I motioned to Jungkook and he stalked out of the room. My voice was gruff, but that was with supressed excitement. I was so close, so close. Joan was my only lead and I was not going to waste it.

“So?” asked Kibum, as he slid on his white lab coat, fast-walking alongside me to the operation theatre. “You think we are ready?”

“If not now, then never,” I confirmed firmly, and I was right. There was no point in delaying and dawdling aimlessly. I had the girl and she was unwilling to talk, so there was no reason for us to waste time waiting for information that she wasn’t going to give.

“What if it doesn’t…?”

“Then she dies,” I muttered simply. “Either the surgery kills her or I do. I have no use for a paralysed patient. I couldn’t care less, and neither should you,” I added in a warning tone and he just shrugged in reply.

“She is just fifteen-”

“Sixteen,” I cut through.

“-so forgive me for having a heart. Not everyone can be an effing robot like you.”

I rolled my eyes and drew out my gun but Kibum didn’t wince. He merely raised his right eyebrow. “If you back out now,” I sneered. “I will have to kill you.”

“I never said I was backing out. Don’t put words in my mouth,” he grumbled, grabbing the weapon from me and tossing it into the dustbin. “This is a fricking hospital. You are not allowed to strut about with guns and rifles.” I ran my hands through my hair in exasperation before grabbing the pale blue surgical masks from one of the servants. I stepped into the cool room and dimmed the lighting while nodding to my other colleagues who were waiting eagerly. I positioned the operating lighthead above Joan’s skull and tilted her head slightly to the left. I grabbed the required tool from the table next to her and turned the cool metal between my fingers before putting on the laser beam. I had been working on the technology for the last twenty years and it had finally come together perfectly last month. The equipment of even the 2050s couldn’t compare with my beloved masterpiece. I calmly placed the tool in the stand,  aiming directly for Joan’s head before switching on the required computers.

She jerked, her eyebrows furrowing as the laser began its work on her brain. Her arms tugged on the handcuffs that I had restrained her with as her drugged body tried to escape the torture that my trusted tool was putting her to. After a few minutes, she stopped moving. I could tell she wanted to scream and flail her arms and legs but her body wasn’t responding.

Bingo.

I turned a few knobs before the tool switched off and looked at my fellow doctors with heavily lidded eyes. “Now we wait,” I answered the unasked question, before examining the diagnosis on my computer. I read the reports and sighed in relief. So far, so good. I had damaged Joan’s cerebrum to the point of no return and now I just had to wait and watch; wait and find out if my plan worked or not.

I sat on the chair and interlaced my fingertips, staring at the unmoving girl laying peacefully on the table, her body unable to convey the turmoil that she would have been going through.

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A/N_

Lmaoo I'm sorry I really don't know what poop I've written in this chapter-

Was it weird?
Yes✓
Did nearly nothing happen?
Yes✓
Did I put a gif of jin crying at the start of the chapter and make myself cry?
Yes✓
Did I use multiple POVs and confuse everyone?
Yes✓
Overall was this a shitty chapter?
Yes✓

Sorry lolol imma double update
Let's hope the next one isn't as foolish as this🤠