Jin's POV

"Okay." I breathed out, once the pain level had gone down considerably. "This is what's gonna happen. You're all gonna out your guns down. I'm gonna dig the other two chips out of my body, and then we talk."

"There are more of them?"

"I have two left. One in my ankle and another in my hip." I said. "So...put your guns down..." I said slowly. They all hesitantly lowered their guns. I grabbed the knife and belt again.

"I can help you." The Yoongi character said.

"No offense, actually no, I do mean offense. You're a total douche bag, plus I don't trust you, just as much as you don't trust me. So stay where you are grumpy." I pulled the hem of my pants down slightly and felt around. I didn't actually know exactly where this one was.

I felt it after pressing around for a little bit and dug a deep cut into my skin. Biting down on the belt, I dug it out. This fucker was bigger than the other one and hurt ten times as much. I just let it bleed, moving down to my ankle.

One of the most sensitive parts of my body. I had to make this quick. I cut an opening and grabbed the thing. I gasped though because there was a fucking wire attached wrapping around my bone.

I gripped the wire and pulled harshly, screaming behind the belt as it came out. I huffed, sweat beading on my forehead. I glanced up at Namjoon, exhausted, before everything went black.

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I awoke in a bed. I sat up quickly, groaning in pain. I looked down. My waist, ankle, and shoulder were all bandaged up. I looked around. I spotted a shirt beside the bed and pulled it on. It wasn't mine, but it was a shirt, so I didn't care.

I limped out of the room and saw some stairs. I headed down them and came into a room. Six men were seated there, including Namjoon. I studied them as they studied me.

"Sit." Namjoon suddenly demanded. I walked over to the table and sat in the empty seat. "Talk."

"Wow, demanding, are we?" I said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes at his glare. "You look mad. But you don't really have a reason to be."

"You didn't tell me you were an assassin, a well known one. And you shot one of my men."

"Okay, think about this. Hey Namjoon, I met you yesterday, I'll just come right out and tell you everything about myself, including that I'm an assassin and then we can go and get brunch or something together." I crossed arms leaned against the back of the chair. "And you would've killed me if I hadn't shot your man. Sure, I could've just pushed Jimin to the ground and took off, but then you wouldn't have gotten distracted and would've had a clear shot to shoot me."

Namjoon clenched his jaw, knowing I was right. "But I guess I do owe Jimin an apology. Jimin, I'm sorry for shooting you." I said, turning to him. He nodded, acknowledging the apology. "And now, since my father practically sold me to you, I guess I'll be answering any questions you have."

"You'd actually do that?"

"Well, I have no loyalty to my father whatsoever. I may feel like I have to prove to him that I'm not completely useless to him, but at the end of the day, I'm just a dog that hates his master. Other than that, any other secrets are mine, and only mine, and I'm quite an open book, so..." I shrugged. "What do you want to know?"

"What's your favorite color?" The only person I had yet to be introduced to asked.

"Green. What's your name, by the way?"

"Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook."

"Huh, okay." I turned to the rest of the group.

"What were those things that you dug out of yourself?"

"Well, one was a tracking chip. Another was another form of a shock collar, similar to the one that was removed from my ankle earlier, except embedded into my skin. And the third was an instant kill switch."

"You wore a shock collar?"

"My father's a bigger douche than you." I said, eyeing the douche. Yoongi, I'd heard his name was.

"Why did he consider one of the most effective assassins in Seoul to be useless?"

"Well, my father is an idiot. One of the reasons that my family name is a weaker one in the line of power. He focused more on image rather than skill. You can imagine his horror when his eldest son and heir turned out to be...less than intimidating looking and his second son ran away because he realized he could start a bigger and more powerful mafia in China."

"He didn't take you with?"

"Shock collar. Instant kill switch." I reminded. "It took me about ten years to figure out where they were and how to remove them. I never did because I was always around him. My brother left long before that."

"But you said he was younger than you."

"My brother is one of the smartest and most cunning people you will ever meet. I'm sure you've heard of him. He goes by Jackson Wang now." They all nodded, recognizing the name.

"So I'm guessing both of your parents don't like you?"

"My mother certainly didn't. That is very much certain. And my father would love to tell me how useless I was everyday."

"Even your mother?"

"Oh yeah. Big time. I have her suicide note that she gave me when I was ten telling me that she was killing herself because of how much of a disappointment I was to her and how it reflected so badly on her that she couldn't live anymore." Silence filled the room.

"How fucked up your child hood was then."

"You could say that. But I actually had a pretty normal childhood, despite being put down by my father everyday. I wasn't trained in anything physical at all until my brother took it upon himself to teach me. Let me tell you, there's nothing more embarrassing than your little brother being able to beat the shit out of you in less than two seconds."

Jungkook snickered. "I can do that to all of them except for Hoseok hyung and Namjoon hyung." The others growled at the youngest. I cracked a small grin.

"But I'm confused." Jimin suddenly said. "If you meant so little to your father, then why did he keep you chained up like that?"

"His image. One son outsmarted him and left. He'll be damned if his 'weak' son did the same."

"Then why did he give you up so easily?"

"Easy. He wanted to use me."

"Use you?"

"Yes. My father is an idiot, I've told you that. He thinks he can outsmarted you and rise above you."

"Me?" Namjoon raised his eyebrows. "And how did he intends to do that, exactly?"

"Well simple. What do you do with a son who's useless to you in everyway possible except for one thing."

"He thought you'd kill me." Namjoon finished, figuring it out.

"Exactly. He thought that I'd kill you."