Jin's POV

It was hilarious to see Yoongi walk into the house, confused and slightly disoriented. "What the fuck just happened?" He asked. "Cause I'm pretty sure I just got kidnapped and then let go."

"Jin-hyung just saved your ass. That's what just happened." Jungkook snorted. Yoongi sent a look my way and I shrugged.

"Your welcome." He frowned and just walked off. I smirked at his retreating figure and then turned to my brother. "So, are you doing business with Joon?"

"I am. Which was interrupted by you, I believe."

"Maybe I'm just more important than you." I said flipping some invisible hair. He rolled his eyes and patted my head.

"Sure thing, hyung."

"You know, if you're going to call me hyung, stop treating me like a kid." I mumbled. He chuckled and then turned to Namjoon.

"Shall we finish our discussion? I have to head back to the hotel soon."

"Alright." Namjoon and my brother walked off to Namjoon's office, which we had just left from. I sighed and sat on the couch, having nothing to do.

"Hyung!" I turned to find Taehyung walking towards me. I stood.

"Yes?"

"Could you come with me?"

"Sure." I followed him to his lab and he sat down on a seat. I sat on another beside him.

"Would you please tell me how you made these? These are so intricate and amazing. I've been trying for years, but these are just perfect."

"Oh...I guess. Namjoon asked for one, but I don't know how long it would take."

"I can help! But I just have to ask, how did you even get them to have their own personalities?"

"That's a little tricky. It actually took the longest to perfect for me. Everything else was just super easy."

"Show me!" He said excitedly. I sighed and nodded, turning to the computer. I explained a few things to him and he nodded, doing what I told him to do. I began as well. "Hey, there is something I don't understand, though." Taehyung said as we kept typing and coding.

"What is it?"

"Well, Koya is your hacker. But what does RJ do of Koya takes care of all of that? Wouldn't you just need Koya?"

"Ah...RJ is a bit special, if I'm to be honest. He is designed to control physical objects."

"What do you mean?"

"Anything that requires electricity or a fork of energy for it to run, RJ can control. Like my bike, a car, hell, he can even make a toaster work on his own."

"That's...amazing. How did you do that?"

"Maybe another time I'll show you. But for now, if your done with what I told you to do, why don't you finish up on Youngjae, and I'll continue with this?"

"Mmm...sure!" I don't know how much time passed then. All I know is that I interrupted by a knock on the door. Jungkook stuck his head in.

"There's dinner hyungs..." Both of us got up and headed towards the kitchen. Three boxes of pizza greeted me. I grabbed a plate and some slices of pizza. "Oh, and Namjoon hyung wanted you, Jin hyung. He's outside."

I nodded before taking me and my food outside. I found Namjoon sitting in a chair on a beautifully decorated porch. I sat in a chair beside him. "You needed me?"

"Yeah. I thought maybe we could spend a little time together, maybe I could get to know you?"

"Shit...that's super cringey." I said, flinching. He glared at me, a small growl coming from him and I laughed, taking a bite of my pizza. "Well, I'm not complaining I guess. What do you want to know?" I asked.

"Everything."

"Be a little more specific there, tiger." I said.

He rolled his eyes. "Fine. How about you start with that tattoo."

"This?" I pointed at the half of the lily that was visible from my shirt. Joon nodded and I sighed. "I got this as a scar cover up." I said. "When I was in the camps...I was forced to wear a collar everyday. They weren't nice, either. It constantly cut into my skin and right here--" I pointed to my tattoo. "--was we're the buckle dug into my skin. It scarred really badly, and I couldn't stand looking at it. So I got it covered."

"Why a Lily?"

"Mmm...Lilies are often associated with funerals, they symbolize that the soul of the departed has received restored innocence after death." I said. "It's something that I've always wanted. To be innocent, to not know the cruel ways of the world." I laughed once, sadly, as I stared off into the garden. "I died the day I was born, I've never truly been alive. I have no reason to live. I have never been innocent, and this is a reminder of that. It's a reminder that I can never be what I wish to be." I sighed, slouching against the chair.

Namjoon studied me silently. I tilted my head and my eyes met his. "That's the only tattoo you have? Surely you have more scars. I mean, I didn't see any, but I'm surprised you don't have more."

"I have one other one." I said. I pointed to my upper neck, just under my chin. It was a thin white line, almost invisible. "I'm waiting to cover it up."

"Waiting for what?"

"Maybe I'll tell you someday." I said, turning my head and sighing.

"How did you get that scar?" I was about to well him when I saw my brother walking towards us. I stood.

"Hey Jin, I forgot to ask earlier, but I wanted to know."

"Know what?"

"How's mother?" I blinked rapidly, stunned.

"You don't know?"

"Know what? Last time I saw her, she was begging me not to leave. I haven't heard from her, even though she said she'd send letters."

"That's because she's dead." I said. "She killed herself like a month after you left." Jackson paled slightly.

"She what!?" I sighed, looking down.

"Well, I'm gonna go inside..." Namjoon bolted from this tense atmosphere. Jackson and I were left alone. I bit my bottom lip nervously.

"Jackson, I thought you knew."

"Was it my fault?" He asked quietly.

"No. Definitely not." I said, laughing quietly in disgust. "She'd never blame her precious son."

"What do you mean?"

"Mother wasn't as lovely as you thought." I said bitterly. "She hid the things she did to me from you. Father didn't care what you thought of him, but mother did. You didn't know how horrible she actually was."

"What the fuck do you mean?"

"You wanna read the note she left me? I still have it. She threw it in my face before she shot herself. In fact, she threw two letters at me, one of them was supposed to be my suicide note. You know, she tried to kill me, too? She wrote a suicide note for me and everything. I have both of them."

"You can't be serious." Jackson was stunned, and he didn't believe me, I could tell. I wouldn't believe me, either.

"I'll show you." I said. I should have been more upset, but it'd been so long, that the only thing I was over the subject was bitter. I hated my mother, perhaps more than my father. She hurt me more than my father's words and punches ever could.

I turned and walked inside, walking up to my room. I flung through my things and found the two, perfectly folded papers, looking as if they'd been received yesterday. Jackson had followed me, and I threw the letters at him. "You can keep them, too. I can't seem to get rid of them, maybe you can for me." Then I stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind me.