Mark's POV

I was walking down the hall, on my way to my room when I saw Jackson pacing, talking onto his phone. He hung up suddenly and threw it across the room.

I ran over to Jackson, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Are you alright?" I asked, worried.

"Yes, love. It's nothing." He grumbled.

"Who was that?"

"It was..." He paused. I pursed my lips.

"Hey, you can't keep secrets from me mister. Talk. You've been distant for months."

"If I tell you, you can't be mad at me."

"Why?"

"Because I fucked up. No, I didn't fuck up, I did what I had to do, but I harbor guilt like I did fuck up."

"So you screwed up?"

"No." I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

"Okay. Fine, I won't be mad. You just explain to me what happened."

"Sit." I sat. He looked at me. "I...may have been responsible for Jin being taken by my father." He said.

I stared at him, shocked. I turned away from his eyes. "What are you taking about? You did fuck up." I said shortly. Jackson sighed.

"Well, at least you're still listening to me. Can I explain?"

"You'd better." I crossed my arms and turned back to him. "Start with the phone call you just got."

"It was Jin."

"And!?"

"I couldn't explain anything to him."

"Why not!?"

"Because...I can't trust him. I don't know if he's Jin or not."

"Then we fly to Korea so you can apologize and explain."

"That's not what I meant. Jin has a chip located in his brain which our father can control. I don't know of Jin is really Jin or my father's puppet playing the part of Jin."

"And how can you tell?"

"That's the scary part...

You can't."

(A/N: You didn't think I'd give you the whole explanation now, did you? XD)

Jin's POV

I grumbled as Jackson hung up on me. Taehyung looked at me. "That was an awfully short phone call." He commented.

"No shit Sherlock. He hung up on me and won't explain anything."

"So we go to China and make him."

"It's more complicated than that. I don't know what the fuck to do right now." I sighed and sat back in a chair.

"Well how are we supposed to get answers then?"

"I don't know!" I yelled into my hands. "I'm confused, frustrated and heart broken. I'm not exactly in my right state of mind, and the fact that I can't even talk to Joonie is killing me!"

"You can talk to me." I snapped my eyes up. Namjoon stood in the doorway. "Don't think that you can't, just because I can't remember anything."

"What the fuck!" I yelled, finally exploding. I was so not having this. I marched right up to Namjoon and slapped him. "You fucking cunt! This morning you were all 'I don't want anything to do with you' and now you'll allow me to confide in you? I think the fuck not!" I huffed in frustration and stormed out of the room.

I walked down the hall, just needing to be alone to clear my head. But luck was not on my side it seemed, as I ran right into Yoongi.

"Yoongi." I sighed. "Why are you always in my way?"

"Oh shut up." He growled. "Did you find it anything?"

"No." I said flatly. He raised an eyebrow at me.

"What crawled up your ass?"

"Nothing, unfortunately." I grumbled. He scoffed and I walked away from him. I ended up in my room and I slammed the door shut behind me.

I fell onto my bed and groaned. Sleep was quick to come.

Third Person POV

"Sir." Namjoon spoke into the phone.

"Namjoon, so nice of you to finally communicate with me. Have you finished the task?"

"There's a complication."

"Oh?"

"Apparently I used to know him. My brothers seem to think that I used to be in love with him? I would dispose of him, but I can't risk to lose the trust of my closest members."

"Namjoon." The voice sighed out. "You are one of the smartest people I know, but you are incredibly stupid sometimes."

"What do you mean?" Namjoon furrowed his eyebrows.

"One. Did you think that I wouldn't know about your involvement in Lee Seokjin? And two, I said to remove him from the equation, that leaves it out for interpretation on how to do so. It doesn't automatically mean to kill the boy." Namjoon groaned, hitting his head on the desk.

"May I ask something, sir?"

"Go ahead."

"Why would you make him my target if you knew that I used to be involved with him? And why wouldn't you tell me?"

"That's for you to figure out on your own, Mr. Kim."

I blinked in surprise. "That's for you to figure out on your own, Mr. Kim." Those words rang in my head.

"Wait, how did you--"

"I'm assuming you've completed your task if Seokjin is in your home. He doesn't go out or do any jobs?"

"Not so far..."

"Good. Keep it that way. Now all we have to do is deal with dear old Mr. Lee and everything will be good. And, of course, you will become my second in command if you are to successfully carry out this mission."

"Of course, sir." Namjoon assumed the conversation was done.

"Oh, and Namjoon?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Listen to your brothers. Sometimes they know you better than you know yourself. Don't let your stubbornness ruin your life." Then he hung up. Namjoon looked down at his phone.

He sighed and set the phone down on his desk. "RJ." He called out. Seconds later, the AI was right in front of Namjoon.

"Yes?" He asked.

"Play the recordings from when Jin arrived to when we both left."

"Yes, of course." RJ nodded and walked in to stand right in front of me. A screen flickered in front of me. I focused on it. I nodded and the tape began to roll.