"Obey me, Mr. Park Jimin." You repeat yourself while looking at him with challenging eyes.

"I. . .will. Just give Min back-"

"Say no more, Jimin. Now, if you excuse me, I'd like to bath peacefully," you pull away, calling for your bodyguard.

"Mr. Bodyguard, get this loverboy away from me this instant."

Silence.

"Mr. Bodyguard!"

Silence again.

"MR. BODY-" you swiftly turn your head towards the door, Jimin's gaze following you as you blink.

"D-Did something happen to him-"

"Be careful! Hush," Jimin brings his arm up in front of you, quietly getting up and stepping out of the bathtub with bated breathe.

He presses his index finger over his lips, gesturing you to be quiet while you watch Hyung Sik's body lying down without any movements.

You carefully step out, pressing your palm against your cleavage to cover what you can as you follow Jimin.

"Hyung Sik? You good?" Jimin whispers, trying to shake his body with his shoe.

"Hyung Sik?" He leans closer, trying to hear his heartbeat only to be swiftly pushed away.

And there he is, your bodyguard waking up from a quick nap. Involuntarily.

You face palm. Sighing.

This man is seriously in the wrong field.

Hyung Sik quickly stands up, fixing his clothes,
"So? Is the bath over or the stamina?"

Jimin rolls his eyes,
"You're sure you can be her bodyguard? You don't qualify."

"You don't qualify either, Mr. Park." HyungSik mocks Jimin.

You sigh again, turning away from them and slipping yourself back into the bathtub while they continue to bicker. It's better to keep Jimin busy with him.

You feel your eyelids getting heavy in the now lukewarm water. Without realising, you're in a sweet slumber.

Sweet until you see the young little girl.

Min? Me?

There's fog around the place as you watch the little girl wipe blood off her arm and face.

She's too mature and brave for her age. Is this when she's 16 years old? 15?

There's no one around as she gets up, her eyes meet yours and she smiles.

"Y/n, do you like it so far? Do you like being me?"

"I. . .don't know. Your life is complicated, yet has it's own advantages-"

"Sacrifice is necessary, y/n." She says and slowly starts stepping back,
"Shall we play hide and seek? Will you be able to find me?" She giggles, raising goosebumps across your skin.

You gulp, "I have to."

Taking in a deep breathe, you start walking towards her, making her start running towards a particular direction.

I'll not run away from you anymore.

I'll explore you, my nightmares.

You run behind in a fast pace, she runs in a straight direction, and suddenly, you find yourself in a room, a huge desk sitting in middle while some men surround the place in black clad suits, guns in their hands.

"Who. . ."

"Min, you're too young to be taking such decisions. His own father-" the muscular man who was speaking suddenly disappears.

You feel your surroundings glitching until you're suddenly in a truck.

A knot forms in your throat, eyes turning glossy as you watch lots of young girls in torn clothes around you. They're bet up and malnourished.

The truck continues to move.

Is this when I was abducted?

You look around frantically until your eyes land on a girl, a similar girl.

Min. . .

While everyone is sobbing or curling up with fear, she sat with a confident smirk on her lips.

You reach out to hold her, but before you could, your surroundings start crumbling down.

When your vision starts to get clear again, you're standing in a familiar dining hall.

This. . .This hall. . .this dinning table. . .

It's from the party. It's where Jimin bought you.

Yet, it looks very different. You hear some chuckles, chattering and laughing in a distance and as you walk ahead, you see all the six boys sitting and having dinner. On the main table. They're all so easy to recognize, younger yet recognizable.

Your eyes pause at Jimin's, him being just as handsome and as young.

It's as if they can't see you, but you can.

Jimin's eyes stay fixed somewhere and when you follow where he's looking, you see Min sitting right across the table. No smile on her face while she eats in a hurried pace,

"I will not allow even a single one of you guys in my gang once it's official. You all slack off and chitchat a lot. Also, Tae hyung, can you chew a bit quieter? Namjoon hyung-"

"Aish. It's Oppa-"

"Mr. Namjoon, report me about the next mission once we're done eating. Yoongi hyung, what about the adjustments of our previous mission?" She asks Yoongi.

"It's all done. I'll tell you the details during tomorrow's lessons." He responds.

"Alright," Min replied as she stood up and walked upto you,

"You don't win the hide and seek until you touch me," she says, grinning.

You blink, swiftly leaning over to grab her until she disappears into thin air.

And just like all the other times, your surroundings start crumbling to dust.

This time, it's warm, really warm, you open your eyes and watch yourself surrounded by fire.

"MIN!" You hear Jimin's voice, he's standing across the fire, eye wide and body covered in sweat as he swiftly wipes his tears off, he looks so innocent and concerned, so much different from the Jimin you now know.

"MIN! I'LL SAVE YOU! NOTHING WILL HAPPEN YOU HEAR ME? I'LL KILL THOSE PEOPLE, WHOEVER CAUSED THIS FIRE, I'LL KILL-"

He is cut off with a loud chuckle.

Jimin isn't exactly looking at you.

You turn, gasping when you see Min sitting beside you, the same young girl stuck in the middle of a room totally on fire.

Yet, she chuckles.

"This can't kill me, Jimin. You know it too. Don't come over, you'd get hurt. I'll come there," she says, smiling and standing up.

How. . .how is she so fearless?

Wait, the game.

You swiftly reach out to hold her but before you could, she looks at you while tilting her head to the side,

"When will you realise what you are capable of?" She says, watching you look at her in both surprise and admiration.

"If you were so fearless at my age, think about just how much more fearless you can be now?" She adds.

Is she. . .trying to help me?

Is she motivating me? Cheering me up? Or giving me false hope?

Is she mocking me? Or showing me a mirror?

Is this an illusion or another truth?

You still lean closer, almost grabbing her wrist,

"Will you stop me from going to him?" She says while glancing at Jimin.

Am I?

Do I have the right to?

But what about me?

What about yn?

"What if I do? What if I win this game of hide and seek?" You ask, watching her chuckle again.

Jimin continues to shout in the distance. But you cannot focus on that anymore.

"I'll leave," Min says, making your heart suddenly clench in pain,

"I'll leave you and you will win," she gently caresses your head,

"Your nightmares will be gone."

"Not anymore. I don't know if you're a devil or an angel yet. I'm unaware of my past. I'll not let you go before I remember everything." You responded, watching the reflection of fire in her eyes, making her look surreal.

"Will you be yn once you remember everything? You will automatically turn into Min."

"Bullshit. You're my past. A past I can't remember shxt about. A past, which even if I do manage to remember, I can't do shxt about it. My present matters. I matter. I'll not let your present self die nameless, Min. I'll never let your present self disappear without an identity." Your adrenaline rush sends your mind in a frenzy.

I don't care if this isn't a nightmare.

I don't care if this is reality.

I don't care if I burn myself to death right this instant.

I don't care if people find me selfish or crazy anymore.

You watch Min's features soften. She crouched down upto your face, smiling fondly,

"How did you manage to think something no one could? Everyone keeps glorifying about the past, when the present is what's fxcked up." She stands up, walking towards the fire.

"Wait! What are you doing?" You swiftly stand up.

"Promise me, yn."

"Promise you what, Min?"

"Promise me that you will not let my present self die without an identity."

Is that why she's helping me?

Helping me remember?

"This time, Min," the young girl says, suddenly calling you Min and not yn,

"Don't let the blood thirst or the demons consume you," she adds, starting to burn in the fire,

"Wait-"

"Don't let the harsh world kill your soul, your emotions, Min. Don't let it happen all over again, yn." That's it. That's all she says until all you see are ashes flying around in the widespread fire.

Warm tears spill down your eyes.

Why does it hurt so much. . .

You feel a warm thumb right over your cheek, with a loud gasp, you force you eyes open, sitting up and breathing heavily.

"Yn? Are you alright? What happened?" You find yourself on Jimin's bed, ex bed, him right beside as he wipes your tears away.

My heart hurts. . .

I want to hug him.

I want to cry it out loud.

I want to hold him, someone.

I want. . .

'You were nothing more than a fxckdoll'

You swiftly push his hand away, glaring at him with reddish swollen eyes.

His heart sinks as he pulls himself away from you, looking away.

"Yn?" Hyung Sik calls out, wiping your face with a cool wet towel.

"You okay? Nightmare?" He inquires.

"Nothing. I was just feeling a bit hot, turn the AC temperature down," you said, looking down and fixing the bathrobe you were wearing.

That instantly reminds you,
"I was in the bathtub-"

"Yes but you fell asleep. The water was turning cold so Jimin brought you out and made you wear that bathrobe."

You widen your eyes, quickly checking your clothes gone except for your inner wears.

"Next time, just wake me up. Don't dare to touch me or change me into anything either."

"Heard that? Jimin ssi? I already told him not to, but he said he's seen enough of your body-AH-" HyungSik's sentence dies off when Jimin steps on his foot.

You cover your face, sighing. Yoongi's watch dangling against your wrist.

Oh yes. I must keep the time in check.

Almost 7 AM already. I slept for an hour or so.

"I'm good to go for the day. Jimin, when is Yoongi hyung's morning lesson?" You ask. There's so much you need to find out.

"Within 30 minutes. You can freshen up and be in the office by the time, I'll arrange your desk, Min." He says, deliberately empathizing the name.

"I'm done sleeping, what about you guys? Are there any shifts or something?" You ask HyungSik.

He waves his hand, "Nah. No shifts. You cannot find another me." He winks.

"So you're not going to sleep?"

"I already slept Princess. When you two were having a diss rap battle in the bathtub and even right now, I was sleeping right down here," he points at the floor,

"I was guarding you even in my- your dreams." He says while running his fingers through his hair.

"Guarding my ass," you scoff. Almost taken aback by the cuss words flowing as smoothly as butter from your mouth these days.

"No denying there, your ass needs guarding as well. Can't let the unlucky fxckers try their luck," he grins, making you chuckle along.

This man is goofy as fxck.

Oh fxck. I even curse in my thoughts now.

Fxck it.

You get up, watching Jimin leave with an annoyed face. Man probably figured that he was the unlucky one.

"Mr. Bodyguard, my clothes?" You say while opening the closet, watching clothes hanging, the clothes Jimin bought for you after bringing you here.

You sighed. They're all those short skirts or pants. Deep neck tops and bright colors.

They suddenly look annoying.

"Can I have someone to do my chores?" You ask your bodyguard, making him whistle, 5 men instantly showing up in front of you after they rush inside the room.

"They're all yours. For your convenience and security. I'm yours too," HyungSik chimes.

A chuckle escapes your lips again, "yeah? Names?"

"Jack, James and John. The JJJ squad. The other two are Jones and J- what was your name again-"

"Empty out this closet. Burn all the clothes off, they can't be even donated. Get me some classic work or office clothes, black and navy blue colours." You watch them obey instantly. 3 emptying out the closet while the other two leave.

You walk in the bathroom, glancing at the new toothbrush,

"It's new. I asked the J's to replace all the toiletries with new ones. You can use them." HyungSik says from the door.

"Thank you, HyungSik hyung? Why do you all have hyung's in your names? TaeHYUNG? HYUNGsik? You guys are universally born as brothers." You say, shaking you head while squeezing some toothpaste over your brush, starting to brush your teeth.

"Aish don't hyung zone me. Call me Mr. Bodyguard or mine instead. Anyways, no need for thanks. This is the bare minimum I can do for you. Plus, Taehyung was the one who sent all the things. He said to go shopping with you and buy clothes too, based on what you like. I just had these arranged in the room. Credit goes to Tae." HyungSik says.

You smile sadly at that, spitting the foam out and gargling your mouth clean.

Can't let the taste of that fxcker loverboy's kiss remain.

Once done, you wash your face up, cleaning the sleep from your eyes and applying a moisture lying around. It smelt familiar though you never saw it around. It's not even something Jimin uses.

You also wonder why Taehyung never exactly showed or spoke up. Especially after all the drama he did when you took Min's name some weeks back.

He definitely needs some punches for doing that. Filthy mf.

You wipe your face up and step out, watching the bodyguards standing with one set of clothes each while they catch their breathe.

"Damn."

"So which one?" One of them asks.

"We hope they're upto your liking," another adds.

One is holding a black one. Black shirt with a grey skirt. Simple and elegant yet the skirt isn't exactly too long.

You glance at the navy blue one. A white shirt to be worn underneath, a blue blazer with same blue pants.

"This one," you grab the second one, getting back into the bathroom and swiftly changing your clothes.

The time. I need to check time.

7:17 AM

I'm getting late.

Once done, you step out, fixing your hair which are almost dried by now.

You look at HyungSik, only to find him already looking at you with his fingers pressed against his lips.

"Gorgeous, yn. You're fxcking gorgeously slaying."

Warmth spreads across your chest.

"It doesn't even suit me probably, does it?"

You've always worn either torn and old rag like frocks in that hellhole or the skin showing short skirts and tops around Jimin.

Never knew I'd feel beautiful despite being totally covered.

Never knew that I'd be able to look at myself with such confidence without any validation.

Never knew self validation felt so good. That it was so needed.

And HyungSik's compliment didn't fail to boost your confidence as well.

You smile fondly.

"Let's go. You're dramatic as fxck, Mr. Bodyguard."

. . .

. . .

. . .

"What time is it now?" Yoongi's standing in your office, which was Jimin's ex office. He's glaring at you.

"7:32" you voice out.

"Why late? Your time is very precious, the ceremony is coming soon and we're even planning to let the world know that you're back. You have so much to catch up on. Didn't Jimin tell you the time for today's lesson?" He asks, making you clear your throat,

"He did."

I can't afford getting embarrassed like this in front of this fxcker.

"I'm sorry, I didn't tell her the correct time-" Jimin says, making you instantly glare at him,

"No. He informed me the correct time. I was late and it wouldn't be repeated," you glance at Jimin, "you don't need to do me such favors, am I clear?"

"Yes, Min." He says while holding back a groan.

Fxcker.

"And Yoongi Hyung," you glance at the watch, "It's 7:34 now. You've wasted equal amount of time in explaining me that I've wasted time. So, if you don't intend to waste more time, can we start already?"

Yoongi chuckles at your words,
"Good. That's like my yn."

Huh?

Shouldn't he be mad?

"Come here," he calls and you walk over to him.

"Stand in front of me, turn your back towards me. Now, what do you see ahead of you?" He asks, you follow and look ahead to find a circular structure stuck on the wall. Something like a target.

You almost flinch when you feel something cold pressed into your palm, making you look down only to find Yoongi slipping a gun in your hand.

"I-" you almost panic.

He hovers his arms over yours, leaning a little closer yet keeping breathable distance.

"Lift your arms, Yn. Look at the centre of that target and shoot."

"This is my first time. How can I-"

He slips his index finger over yours, instantly pressing the trigger.

You flinch at the sound, watching the target getting shot. It's probably made of Tungsten, Steel or such. Maybe an alloy.

"Yoongi hyung-"

"Ever heard of muscle memory?" He asks.

"Muscle memory?"

Yoongi replies, "It means that our muscles also have sort of memories of their own. If a archer looses his memory, his hands and fingers somehow remember the skill. Same goes with gymnasts and other such people. If you study something while writing it, you can remember what you studied when you're writing the same thing in an exam, because, again, muscle memory. This is your muscle memory, Yn. Take back control."

He pulls his hands away, gesturing you to shoot.

You gulp, closing one of your eyes and focusing on the target, one leg stepping back and the other leaning slightly forward, you shoot.

Despite flinching and ignoring the smell of metal and smoke from the gun, your bullet barely reaches the target.

Jimin who was quietly watching all this while suddenly scoffs,

"Muscle memory my ass," he rolls his eyes when you glare at him.

Fxcker.

You take in another deep breathe, focusing again and shooting, trying to shoot with a relaxed mind this time.

Once the sound of the gun resonates throughout the room, you narrow your brows, nervously trying to see how worse your target was this time.

Wait . . .

It's exactly at the centre . . .

Both Jimin and you gasp at that.

You quickly look at Yoongi, watching him already leaning back with a proud smirk on his lips.

He's so confident about me.

Why shouldn't I be?

You turn back, tightening the grip around the gun and shooting again.

Almost the centre.

You shoot again, a little closer.

Again, almost the centre.

Again, yes the exact centre.

Again, centre.

Again, centre.

A smirk spreads across your lips.

This is so fun for some reason.

So fun. So exciting.

You feel your heart beating faster, adrenaline rushing through your veins as you grin.

So love isn't the only thing that makes your heart beat faster.

Sex isn't the only thing that gives you pleasure.

Someone's validation isn't the only thing that gives you happiness.

It's all so foreign yet so familiar. So new yet so good.

You shoot again but the bullets don't push out.

Huh?

"Give it to me," Yoongi grabs the gun, clicking open the revolver and filling the empty bullet slots.

"There. Empty it out again." You nod, focusing on the target.

"Shoot the last border," he says and you follow.

"Right to the centre but below the smallest circle this time."

You get some targets right while some go astray.

Yoongi glances at Jimin,
"Jimin, why don't we try what you used to try with Min?"

Jimin instantly panicks, "WHAT? ARE YOU INSANE? NO? YN CAN'T DO SHXT."

"Yn? Weren't you telling me that yn is dead? You don't know a yn? Then why are you suddenly taking a name you don't know? She's our Min, Jimin," Yoongi says while tossing his arm around your shoulder, grinning.

He notices that his words angered you up. Just what he wanted.

"Go ahead, Jimin." You say, taking the risk without even knowing what he used to try with Min.

"What if she fails?" Jimin asks Yoongi.

"What if I win?" You reply back.

"Then Jimin will be your personal trainer for self defense. He will take your lessons right after my shooting lessons. Everyday." Yoongi says.

No. He is the last person I want 'lessons' from.

The traumatic life 'lessons' he gave me are already enough.

But I have to take the risk. It couldn't be too hard. I already learned a bit. This is the first class afterall. It won't be that bad.

Jimin sighs, "Fine. I accept it."

You smirk in response, continuing to glare at him.

"What's the wait then? Start already," Yoongi says, walking away and plopping down on the chair, watching eagerly.

You turn to Jimin, watching him shake his head in frustration and grab a strawberry from the fruits resting on the desk.

You furrow your brows.

What is he do-

He lifts his hand upto his chest, bringing the strawberry right in front, holding it between his index finger and thumb.

Your face goes pale.

What the fxck?

"Shoot the strawberry, Yn. If you miss even the slightest, it'll hit Jimin directly in the chest."

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A/n :-

Word count : 3,827 words. I've probably NEVER written for so long. Damn.

Another quick and especially big update because a little birdy especially asked for it.

How many of Hide and Seek scenes did you guys decode?

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Is Jimin getting a hole in his chest?

Why do you think Jimin even adores Min so much?

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