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MIN's POV :

They say strength is the ultimate success one could achieve, yet, they forget that strength comes from failures, from obstacles and from one's limits.

How much can you break me until you can't anymore?

Humans have limits, not demons. I was born as a demon, I was born to kill, to take over the Mafia world oh so gracefully, but what? My fate changed?

Bullshit. I was never dead, was never gone. I resided right here, watching and feeling everyone pluck my flesh off the way vultures devour a corpse.

Too bad. If it comes to devouring humans, I do a better job than them.

The first word I said since I was born, according to my mother, was "Power", I was able to wrap everyone around my fingers, was successfully going to take dad's place and become the queen of the underworld.

"It's Oppa! Not hyung, Min!" Namjoon hyung used to correct me all the time.

"You wouldn't be able to even make my corpse say that cringy word. Be my hyung or a stranger, your choice."

Namjoon hyung was always amused with my harshness, forgetting that his father, our father played a huge role in building that harshness.

We'd play along the bank of Han River or in Yoongi hyung's garden, with guns. Not water guns, those are for the weak.

We weren't allowed actual bullets either, so we used sharp little pebbles instead.

"Wait, Min. Wait until you grow up. At least until you're 18. You're too young for this." That's what I've been told all along, all those years.

Isn't it ironic how a young kid leading a Mafia gang or shooting bullets is unacceptable yet kids who are much younger get abused, trafficked and shot with those very bullets is nothing uncommon?

Power needs no age.

I was running along the tracks of hyung's mansion, all wet in rain, yet enjoying the moment, laughing and jogging upto the shelter when my eyes caught a little girl shivering and sobbing in a corner.

I don't remember who gave her that name, MinJi. Or what she was doing. I never cared. I was busy learning and gaining power.

When the whole world tried to distract me with fairytales, Yoongi hyung was the one who prepared me to face this world's harsh reality. That's exactly why he's my favorite.

Jungkook was never in the picture, he was away to study, which was a made up lie. He'd only cause trouble, so his dad decided to keep him away from the mafia business.

My mum has blue eyes and blonde hair, she is full of elegance and danger. Yet, she never liked the fact that I neither got her eyes or her hair. My hair were black and eyes brown, just like dad.

That reminds me, ever since I started to be conscious, maybe when I turned 5, I remember mum dyeing my hair blonde and making me wear blue contact lenses all the time, only my hyungs saw me without them, that helped mum remind herself that I'm actually her daughter, perhaps.

MinJi would always try to copy that, though, no wonder she could never be even 1% similar to me. That is my speciality, afterall, being unique.

I sit in the garden after my regular practice classes, sipping on a mug of coffee and watching my handsome yet skilled hyungs discussing, playing around yet achieving power every passing day.

I roll my eyes at the girls around the garden, drooling and giving their heart to my hyungs every chance they get.

They make me scoff. I'd never become like them, because I could never love someone else more than myself.

In few weeks, I'll be turning 16, and that's when I'll be able to sharpen my skills, to get into actual mafia world and attend their meetings, as a representative from dad's side.

Life will get so much more fun in just a few weeks.

A smirk creeps up the corner of my lips at the thought of all the things I want to do and will be able to do, all the things I'll be able to achieve-

Dreams are good, but sometimes, dreams blur our vision of reality, just the way my own vision started blurring when someone pressed a wet cloth against my face.

I held in my breathe, knowing very well that it's chloroform, eye wide while I thrash my arms and legs around, hoping that at least any one of my hyungs look towards me and realise that someone is trying to take me away.

Another 30 seconds and I'd automatically loose my ability to hold my breathe, is this how it ends for me?

I'm yet to kill the monsters lurking around in this world. . .

I'm yet to explore how worse the darkness in my soul gets . . .

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Author's POV

"Yes, fxcker. I told you already, Namjoon hyung should never find out that I killed that lady, she was the only person who could give us information about the diamonds, just tell him that you're still searching for her, alright?" Jungkook yells through the phone, hanging the call and slamming the phone on the bed as he groans, grabbing his hair,

"Argh! I should find a way to get the information before Namjoon hyung finds out about that old women. Gosh! He finally allowed me to work on an important mission and I ended up causing trouble! He might even kick me out of the gang at this point. Aish!"

You take in a deep breathe, rubbing your eyes only to hiss at the sharp pain at your wrist, making you blink and watch your injured wrist wrapped up in bandages.

You slowly sit up, wondering what exactly is happening.

Why do I feel like I just watched a movie trailer of Min?

She really was badass . . .

"Y/n?" Jungkook looks at you,
"You alive, little miss?"

"Well, as of now, I think yes," You responded with an awkward chuckle.

I didn't become Min already?

"Am I still y/n?" You lowly voice out.

"Of course you are, Min would probably never take her own life. She was the type who'd rather take others lives." Jungkook answers.

"I had a . . .dream? Flashbacks? Memories? Just few of them though, I thought I'd wake up with confidence running in my blood, eyes sharp and determined the way Min's eyes were in my memories, but I feel even weaker, physically and even mentally."

"This isn't a movie, y/n. You don't have any multiple personality disorder either, according to Namjoon hyung's observations. You are still y/n and would always be. It's not like you'd loose your current memories if you get back your past ones." He says, watching you nod.

Why did that feel good?

The thought that I didn't loose myself?

Only if that glass didn't tell me, only if it didn't remind me that I was fragile just like that glass, yet, now that I'm broken, I could become a sharp lethal weapon, I wouldn't have pushed the shard away and would've possibly ended up taking my own life.

Was I really going to do that?

The whole world gave up on me, that's not even surprising, but was I really going to give up on myself too?

Who could I even possibly rely on if not myself?

You wrap your arms around yourself, gently patting your own back and taking in a deep breathe.

I have got another chance to live. So, I might as well just live better.

Jimin mas- wait. I don't need to call him that anymore. Yes.

Jimin. That Jimin, I'm going to give him what he possibly always wanted. I'm going to give up on him.

This time, I'll only focus on myself.

Min was me, she's no goddess. And if Min was indeed a goddess, then I'm a fucking goddess too.

Min was my past, but there definitely are things that I can learn from her.

Skills. I need to learn skills. Skills to survive on my own. To finally stand up from people's feet and stop letting them stomping all over me.

To stop being people's ground and start being my own sky.

This will be hard, I can't trust anybody, not until-

"Y/n? What are you thinking?" Jungkook breaks your trail of thoughts as he waves his palm in front of your eyes.

Yes. Jungkook.

He doesn't seem to have any interest of achieving something through me. He just sees me as a pitiful little girl.

"Jungkook?" You call him out, making him tilt his head,
"Yes? Y/n?"

"Can you help me learn how to use that, laptop? And the basics of a phone?"

"Oh, I'm the best at that. I definitely can. But, why should I? What do I get in return?" He leans closer, grabbing your jaw and lifting your face upto his as a smirk creeps up the corner of his lips, making him whisper in a subtle tone,

"But then again, what can you even give me? Your body? Fine. Undress for me, please me at least once and I'll decide if it's worth helping you."

Your jaw tightens the slightest, yet, you smirk back at him, eyes shinning with an unexplainable emotion,
"I definitely can please you,"

"That's like a goodgirl, y/n-"

"By not telling Namjoon hyung about the old lady you killed." You finish your sentence, only to watch his body freeze in his place,

"I- what-"

"I heard it all, Jungkook. Namjoon hyung might walk into this room anytime soon to check up on my vitals," you remind him while glancing at the glucose stand by the side of your bed.

Jungkook bites his lower lip, sighing, "You are actually starting to change. Fine. I'll teach you. You know how to call, right? You used to do video calls with Jimin hyung-"

"It'd be better if you avoid taking his name in front of me, just the way you're expecting me to avoid taking that old lady's name." You find yourself warning him.

No one needs to know if Min ever took over or not.

Jimin asked me to stop using Min, but why should I? Afterall, her ignorance took me to that hellhole.

He took advantage of me, why can't I take advantage of myself then?

Afterall, I should be the only one using me.

"First of all, stop zoning out, you're looking like a psychopath. Uff." Jungkook shakes his head, grabbing his laptop and telling you about the basics.

You learn internet surfing, open the notepad and type around to revise your vocabulary, private browsing and learning to access files, that's where you stop.

"This is enough for the day. I'd like you to teach me until you've found that information and don't have any reason to continue helping me. Thanks for today, I'll make sure to pay you back," you tell him while he shuts down his laptop, keeping it aside,

"If you really want to pay me back, stay strong. I wasn't around to watch Min grow, but I'd like to be around to watch y/n grow. Don't quiver away, and," he leans closer, jokingly spanking your ass and making you jump away,

"Become a badass. You gotta stay strong, especially after practicing on such a handsome guy as your first try," he winks, earning a chuckle from you in return.

He knew asking for my body would trigger me.

Smart little boy.

Deep down, you are starting to find him the most reliable, but not totally.

You'd never let yourself rely on others, not after hearing such outrageous things from the people you relied on.

"Princess?" Namjoon walks in the room after a knock on the door.

You watch Jungkook clear his throat, stand up and rush out of the room, but just before leaving, he gives you a glare while he presses his thumb and index finger together, gesturing to keep your mouth zipped.

"Y/n, are you alright? Do you realize what you did? Did you do it because of Jimin?" Namjoon asks carefully, but decides to change the topic when he doesn't get a response,

"So, what do you think to do from now on, y/n?" He asks, caressing your back.

"I've got a good amount of memories back." You respond, watching him smile from ear to ear, sighing in relief,

"REALLY? So, do you remember us? Not as your masters but as your hyungs? Hm?"

"I do. There's more to remember, I just know a little, but I think I'll be able to get them all back with every passing day. You really hated Min thinking of you all as master, right, Namjoon hyung?" You ask him.

"Honestly, not until I found out that you're our Min. But after I did, yes."

"I hated it too. Us being step siblings makes it worse," You respond, watching him laugh out loud,

"At least we found out before Yoongi's mansion turned into sweet home Alabama," he adds,

"By the way, Min, I can call you that now right? Because your memories are getting back. Soon, you will forget all the bad memories and Min would totally take over, then you will no more be pathetic or lower than others."

"I was wrong, hyung. I thought I was pathetic for being wronged, but now that I think about it, I was never the pathetic one. It was you guys who were pathetic. I understand why getting Min back just the way she was is so necessary for you guys. It's necessary to help you all feel a little less pathetic." Your answer leaves Namjoon speechless, he never expected such a bitter yet genuine response from you.

He clears his throat, looking around before finally speaking,
"Ah, yes. I need to get used to it. Afterall, this change in you is a good sign that you're starting to become who you truly were." He nods to himself.

This change happened after I watched myself drag me to the brink of death, but whatever floats your boat, Namjoon hyung.

"By the way, what's the first official thing you'd like to do as Min? Tell me anything, I'll make it happen." Namjoon assures, reaching out to caress your head.

"Anything, hyung?"

"Anything, princess." He confirms, making you stand up,
"Take these tubes off, let's go out, I have something I want to officially do as Min, in front of everyone," you tell him, watching him gently remove the I V needles and rubbing alcohol on your skin.

"There. Everyone is already waiting outside, we were so worried after finding you soaked in a pool of blood. You also got some blood infusions. Anyways, I'll do anything you want, Princess. Hyung will make sure that he will not fail as a brother anymore. Promise." Namjoon says while taking you out of the room.

It amuses you how all the seven guys, who weren't seen together that often, are always at your doorstep ever since they found their Min.

You walk in the hallway with Namjoon, everyone keeping themselves from asking you any questions.

Namjoon gives everyone an assuring look as he speaks with a smile,
"Guys, guess what? She's starting to regain her memories. Our Min is slowly coming back to us. I can't express how happy I'm and I know you all are too, let's have a celebration tonight, shall we?"

"Give her a break," Yoongi says in his usual cold tone, not even looking in your direction.

"Hey! Come on-" Jungkook starts to speak, only to be cut off midway.

You glance around and find Jimin standing behind Jungkook with his head low, guilt and shame evident on his face.

Those emotions don't suit him.

Your eyes catch the slight redness over one of his cheeks, bringing a grin over your lips.

"Listen to me first. Min wants to do something officially, basically, her first official decision as Min. Let's listen first, I'll even type out the document right away for you, princess." Says Namjoon while he starts typing on his laptop.

"My first official decision as Min is . . ." You start, watching everyone listen to you with utter concentration.

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"I want to change my name from Min to y/n, officially."

The room goes silent.

"What the fxck do you think-" Jin starts, but you don't let him finish,

"I don't remember you talking in that tone with me, Jin hyung."

"But y/n-"

"Exactly. That's going to be my name. Don't worry, I'm still your Min, name doesn't matter, my wish does, doesn't it? What even is Min? Kim Min? If I don't like it, I change it." Your words make everyone widen their eyes in surprise, yet, they force their mouths shut, possibly telling themselves that it's something Min can actually do, she wasn't fond of that name anyway.

"You can change your name, Min. But why change it to y/n?-" Namjoon starts, only to be stopped again,

"I like that name, end of discussion. Also, why am I always at Yoongi hyung's mansion?" You look towards Taehyung, "Why, hyung? Don't we have a house of our own?"

Taehyung hesitates, clearing his throat before he starts to speak,

"We do have a house, Min. You do, actually. It's registered on your name now that you're already an adult. We had one of us taking care of it and living there to mourn for you. . ."

"Yeah? That's great. So, Tae hyung, Where's that house? And who was living there for me?" You ask, lifting an amused brow.

"Well. . .uh. . ."

"It's where Jimin lives . . .that's your house . . ."

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Word count : 3k+

A/n-

Guess who's becoming homeless?

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