Chapter 8: My old friend

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"Hyung! Namjoon Hyung!" a 13-year-old Jungkook came running into Namjoon's room. Jimin look was sitting down in a chair as Namjoon was putting on a Band-Aid on Jimin's leg.

He didn't know that he was so clumsy. While Jimin was reading a book in the garden, someone accidentally put strings in his way, and unlucky, he fell. Boy, he was lucky. After he looked up from his book, Jimin was stunned to see broken pieces of glass scattered around the premises.

So he went to Namjoon, telling him to be careful, Namjoon who had looked at Jimin was also surprised to see the latter bruise in parts of his body. He had feared Jimin had a fight, but when Jimin had explained he fell down in the backyard, he was relieved. Jimin explained that there were glasses scattered around where he fell, and Jimin could remember how Namjoon's eyebrow had twitched before the door behind him opened.

Jimin looked back to see Jungkook, he is gleaming happy to see the younger boy, but then Jimin couldn't help to cower back when for the first time in his life. Jungkook was looking at him like Jimin was why his family was killed, hatred could be seen in the latter's eyes, and it scared Jimin.

"Jungkook, what's the matter?" Namjoon asked the boy, who was giving an oddly dead glare to the person Namjoon was treating.

"I don't like Jimin, don't ever look at Jimin, or I'll blind you," Namjoon, who didn't think the boy had any threat, could only chuckle at the simple threat he was used to hearing.

"Now Jungkook, that's not nice. Hyung had raised you better," Namjoon's dimpled smile was surely enough to make Jungkook obey the elder. Still, today something twitched inside the youngest since he had never given Namjoon a glare like that.

"Namjoon hyung, do you know any number between 1 and 0?" Jungkook suddenly asked, and Namjoon frowned.

"I don't think there's anything between 1 and 0 if you count fractions," Namjoon answered. Jungkook then looks at his hyung and smile.

"Exactly, there's nothing between it." Jungkook then looks at a cautious Jimin.

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"Then what does it have to do with me?" Back to the present, Jimin was out of everything as a piece of his memories began to surface back. You were sitting in his bed as the antidote was injected into you.

Taehyung, who was, of course, a psycho on his own, had injected the antidote into Jimin out of a sudden because he didn't believe the doctor in helping him. Of course, it had no effect because Jimin was not cruel enough to do it. He had a lot to pay for his mistake. The least he could do was revive your eyes.

Currently, Jimin grumbles about how Taehyung was recklessly injecting stuff he didn't know to Jimin. Taehyung was staring at Jimin while smiling like a kid who had been given candy.

"Oh... come on, min, don't be a sour puss. You know I trust you, right?"

"Your DID is becoming worst by the second. Get out of this room before I do something stupid," Jimin mutters.

"Now that's rude...." Taehyung walks beside you, putting a hand on your shoulder. Squeezing in reassurance.

"Taehyung, please. Not now." You plead. After Taehyung's sudden attack, Jimin could only look at the latter in annoyance. I mean, who wouldn't? Taehyung had the decency to grab the syringe and inject them into Jimin. To check if the antidote is not poisonous, Taehyung deemed it.

Jimin, who silently walks to you, sat beside you as he pulled your arm gently. He lifted the sleeves of your shirt as he rubbed antiseptic before he prepared for the injection. Taehyung looked at Jimin, and he loaded the gun once more.

"I won't hesitate to shoot."

"I know."

Jimin then injected the antidote into you, and you could feel a sudden sting in your arm, and it was gone. Your heartbeat was getting louder, hoping that the cure was effective. Jimin then looks at Taehyung and stands up.

"She'll dose off for a few moments. You can stay here if you want. I'm going to clean this up."

"Stay where you are min, I'm serious."

"Taehyung... I think it's better if you follow Jimin. You need to freshen up and take a hint," you said as you squeezed his hands reassuringly.

"But –"

"Go... you're exploding everywhere and at everyone. Please don't make me call Hoseok. You're acting like him," you said, frustrated by the sudden act Taehyung was doing. You were quiet because you had lost your patience with Taehyung's sudden possessiveness.

He's been breathing behind your back since he appeared in front of you. Hoseok might be a possessive ass, but he's good at being unnoticed. Either that or you were not smart enough to understand his intention.

"I'll be alright, Tae..." you sigh, "go... you need to freshen up a bit."

Taehyung, who was not ready to let you go even a bit. He was hesitant, but when he saw you turning your body away as you tried to get some sleep, he looked at his side to see Jimin slowly walking to the kitchen as he took some pots and pans.

"Go freshen up a bit, Tae, the bathroom is on your left, and you can borrow my clothes that are bigger for you. You'll know where to find them."

Taehyung, who couldn't help to sigh, then walks to the bathroom, then he tried to find anything suspicious, but then he looks at the mirror to see his reflection, and he can't help to laugh.

When did he become so much like his brothers? In his eyes, he couldn't help to feel everything he was afraid to feel.

From coming into the house, escaping, and being caught yet again. Then he saw you and heard who you were. He wanted you out of this misery, but was it wrong to drag you back into the house after your second escape? Was the third necessary?

Don't worry, Anne, I'll protect you, I will do my part, and I hope you do yours. 

A/N: HEYY, so I just put up a sudden update because why not? Got it a bit earlier than I expect so I hope you like it, trust me the book is still confusing but bear with me.