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Joan’s POV

“You found out something?” I asked, intrigued. Jin nodded and stared suspiciously at his escort whose hands were still wrapped around the chains that were connected to the collar on Jin’s neck. He edged forward until we were both squished into the wall. He took my hands in his large ones and played with my fingers. “Is it good or bad?”

“Good, I guess,” he shrugged uncertainly. “Have you ever considered listening to me and visiting a doctor regarding your missing knuckle?”

I rolled my eyes at his seriousness. “It’s not a missing knuckle!” I
protested. “More like the bone submerged downwards instead of coming up like normal knuckles. Back to what you were saying. You found out something?”

“Yeah. Jungkook isn’t a filthy revolting nauseating foul unclean blasphemous traitor after all.”

I stared at him, a thousand thoughts whirling in my brain. I opened my mouth to make one of my smart comments but my mouth ditched my intelligent plans last minute. “Eh?" Jin squirmed and sighed.

“They’re drugging him.”

“But that doesn’t add up, he hadn’t left our side at all until Taehyung and I were nearly kidnapped.”

“I know,” Jin’s jaw constricted on hearing Taehyung’s name but he didn’t say anything. “They have been injecting him since he was seven."

“Siete?” I cried out and Jin clapped his hand over my mouth.

“Sí, desde los siete años, ganso sordo!”

“Right, sorry,” I muttered sheepishly and Jin rolled his eyes, hand caressing my face. “He spoke to you for the first time after he had been injected already. It was part of their great diabolical plan to get you to trust him enough for him to kidnap you.”

"I’m guessing that means that when we escape, we’ll have to drag his sorry butt along?”

“Yeah,” Jin pouted. “Unless you’d rather leave him behind-?”

“Yeah, not happening,” I grinned. “Jungkook's apologetic buttcheeks come with us.”

***

“I have come to kill you!” Jungkook announced happily as he entered my room and I looked up from the ‘do it yourself’ magazine that I was reading. Maybe it was better that I stopped trying to learn to make stuff by myself; the last time I attempted to diligently construct a decorative piece of a waterfall, was when I was five, and the hot glue from the glue gun had flowed out all over me and it had hurt like nobody’s business. I had slept in Jin’s room that night because I was scared that the glue bottle was following me around the house. I had also made him throw the tool away so he wasn’t exactly impressed by that memory.

I raised my hand and tossed the magazine carelessly. Jungkook’s eyes widened before it slammed into his nose with a satisfying THWAK.

“Come some other time, it’s supper hour now and the pasta here is heavenly,” I told him.

He scowled. “What? I have to go swimming at seven, it’s already six o’ clock and I have four more people to kill! We’re doing this now.”

“Aw, come on!” I objected. “You like eating, right? I like eating too and I have finally found the creamiest, cheesiest, most amazing pasta ever that just melts in my mouth, and you want to take it away? Nu-uh. Weare doing this after I eat. I want to feel the sprinkles of parsely which add an enhanced taste and savour the cheese as it flows down my tongue and roll the long strands of spaghetti around the fork, a spoonful of heaven just dripping in olives, mushrooms, broccoli baked in garlic, zucchini and-”

“Okay, you made your point, now shut up,” Jungkook begged. “I just ate a ten course meal and I simply cannot want to eat again, or they’ll toss me onto the streets for draining their pantry.”

I slammed my hands on the side of the bed on the wood and kept banging. “GIVE ME MY FOOD RIGHT NOW OR I WILL KEEP TALKING ABOUT THE AMAZINGNESS OF THE MEAL UNTIL YOU HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO EAT AGAIN AND THEN YOU WILL BE DISOWNED FOREVE-”

“Nina!” Jungkook cut across me. “Get her her food immediately or I will have you fired!”

The short nurse rushed in while pushing in a tray laden with food and I winked at her. Jungkook stared wistfully at the plates before Nina whisked them away, glaring pointedly at him, and he sighed and pouted, staring at the floor. I grabbed the food with flourish and dumped a pound of cheese on the dish before stabbing it with a fork.

“Stop that!” Jungkook groaned as I ate my spaghetti with exaggerated slurping sounds. “I just saw Jin do the exact same thing and I am very very  close to smashing that plate on the wall!”

I sucked on the food with louder sounds in reply.

***

“That’s it!” Jungkook snapped. “Enough eating, it’s time to die!”

“But I haven’t finished-”

“I don’t care! I would like to strangle you at least before nine and the rate at which you are eating, I am going to be waiting all night. This abuse stops now!”

He stepped forwards with a maniacal gleam in his large eyes and secured his palms around my throat happily. “It wasn’t nice knowing you,” he smiled sweetly.

“Likewise,” I choked as the pressure on my neck increased. I started gagging, feeling my airspace be constricted. Sensing movement behind him, I hid my sly grin and decided to make conversation with him in the last few moments of my life.

“You know,” I coughed out, nearly vomiting. “I don’t need oxygen to survive.”

“No?” the boy challenged. “Your blue face says otherwise.”

“I don’t need o-oxygen. I only need oxyjin.”

Without warning, Jin slammed a metal rod on his skull and the boy immediately collapsed. I turned around and dry-heaved, my breathing ragged, before Jin kicked the limp body out of the way and walked up to me. “And they say that I make lame jokes,” he shook his head and stuck out his hand for me to grab.

I grinned widely and stood up, my head spinning, and threw my arms around his neck. “What took you so long? I had to eat four and a half plates of pasta! My stomach is exploding!”

I kissed Jin’s cheeks and forehead and his ears turned pink before he grabbed my face and stopping the advent of my assaulting lips. “I had a slight disagreement with Yoongi. He really really wanted to hit Jungkook.”

“What a pity that he couldn’t,” I slurred and kissed Jin’s mouth. His hands left my face and wrapped around my waist to pull me closer. I fiddled with the iron collar on his neck before unlocking it and throwing it onto the bed. I sucked desperately on his lips and he sighed.

“I love you Joan.”

“I love you too-” I winced as a needle pierced my neck. What in the world? I turned around and an angry Dr. Malhotra stared at me. Jin growled before pushing me off him gently, and then he launched himself at the man. There was a slight scuffle and Mr. Malhotra kept screaming “Kill him, Joan! Kill him! I am ordering you to kill him!”

Like I was going to listen to that bald goat.

Jin punched him hard and he collapsed, staring at me intensely. “There’s a gun in that tray. Take it and shoot him.”

Yeah, right. I opened my mouth to say ‘no’. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Jin asked incredulously. “Joan?”

My feet started moving towards the cart which Nina had brought in the room to give me my food. “Stop!” I yelled at my legs, but they kept moving. “Help me!” I begged Jin and he kicked Dr. Malhotra in the shins before rushing ahead.

“What did you do?!” he yelled at the man. Dr. Malhotra shrugged unconcernedly. “I may have spiked Joan’s food with a drug and then injected her with a serum that completed the process. Let’s just say, that whatever happened to Jungkook will happen to her too.”

“You stinking piece of-”

“Jin!” My hands secured around the gun and I clicked the bullets in place. His arms latched on my waist from behind as he prevented me from turning and shooting him. “Let me go!” I hissed at him and he grunted with renewed efforts. “Let me go, right now!”

“No.”

“It hurts, let me go!”

“Fight it, please,” he begged me and I slammed my elbow in his ribs.

“I can’t!”

He winced and doubled over, but still didn’t let go. I lifted my leg and stamped on his foot and he shrieked, his hands leaving my sides. “Joan, it’s me!” I pointed the gun at him and nearly fell over as a fresh wave of pain burst through my skull. “It’s just me,” Jin repeated.

“Shoot him,” Mr. Malhotra ordered from the floor and I whimpered once more. The more I resisted, the more it hurt.

“Joan-,” Jin started and I raised the gun, pressed the trigger and shot him in the chest.

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A/N_

SIDE STEP RIGHT LEFT TO MY BEATTTT

Hfjgkgkgkh OMFG BUTTER WTF WTF WTF WTF IT'S SO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD

WE BROKE DYNAMITE'S RECORD Y'ALL CONGRATULATIONS🤑

WHAT'S WITH ALL THE PALM KISSING IN THE MV IT'S INSANELY HOT WTF AGHH

JUNGKOOK CUT HIS HAIRRRRRR OMFG IM GONNA MISS LONG HAIRED PURPLE HAIRED BLONDE HAIRED KOOOO

BUT THOSE EFFING FAKE PIERCINGS WTF^

DIDN'T THINK A PAIR OF BEADS WOULD MAKE ME SO DELIRIOUS

ANYGAYS CONTINUE LISTENING TO THE MASTERPIECE OKAI

AND WATCH THE VIDEO BECAUSE YOU WANT TO AND YOU LIKE IT NOT BECAUSE YOU HAVE TO STREAM CUZ THAT'S INSANELY DISRESPECTFUL TO BTS
THEY MADE THE SONG NOT SO THAT PEOPLE USE IT TO BREAK RECORDS
IT'S FOR US TO ENJOY SO ENJOYYYYYYYYYY IT

GET IT LET IT ROLLLL🎶

Oh I forgot to give translation-

Siete-  seven
Sí, desde los siete años, ganso sordo-  yes, since the age of seven, deaf goose

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