Namjoon's POV

Everybody was silent around the table. Until Taehyung spoke. "He's very...to the point. But he says unnecessary things. Don't you think that could be a worry?"

"Him spilling unnecessary things isn't really important because he doesn't know anything to spill. The concern is that he currently has no loyalty to anybody but himself, so when he does start learning things that could damage us, we need to ensure that he won't talk."

"Build his loyalty?"

"Which, first off." Namjoon began, interrupting everyone else who was talking amongst themselves. "We'll begin by pointing out that Jin has been treated like a dog his whole life. So, in order to gain his loyalty, we need his trust, first. And we will not go about it by treating him like an animal."

"Then how do you suggest we do that?"

"That's not my job. That's yours. I already have his trust, but you don't. I can't make him trust you, you have to do that for yourselves."

"And how do you already have his trust?" Yoongi said. "And I suppose loyalty as well then?"

"One, Jin isn't stupid. If he didn't trust me, he would not have announced that he's basically going to take a nap. Under normal circumstances, I would say that he's probably always on guard, but don't forget that he basically ripped himself open yesterday, and lost a lot of blood. He's probably out like a light right now, leaving us open to do anything to him. Two, yesterday he obviously saw me when we tried to shoot him down. He could have killed Jimin and me, I know he has the skill to do so. Instead, he shot you in the leg to merely distract me, and he also shot at me. And missed, I might add."

The room was silent. Namjoon stood. "The Pink Lily does not miss a shot. Ever. So, I suggest you welcome Jin into this home. He's family now, no arguing. He'll prove himself to you, and you in turn will do the same. Now I'd we're done discussing him, it's late, and you all have things that you still need to do."

They all stood and walked off in different directions. "Yoongi." Namjoon called out to the retreating blonde. He stopped and turned to his leader. "I know that you'll try and do what Jin told you to do, and I won't stop you. But I still want to be able to use him if I need him." Yoongi nodded in understanding and walked off.

"So I was planning on just using him." I said.

"Yes, that was your first intentions. However..."

Jin's POV

"Hey." I turned from my book, to look up at Namjoon, who had approached me. I was sitting outside on the back patio. It held a lot of special memories for me, and I always felt comfortable when I was here.

"Yes?" He looked uncomfortable. I hadn't seen him at all, all day. He'd been in his office doing god knows what.

"I...um...I watched all of the recordings."

"Oh." I said simply. I stood, putting my book down. I sighed. "I see." He looked away as I approached him. I bit my bottom lip and took a deep breath. "I know that it doesn't really change anything, Joonie." I whispered. "Now that you know."

I ran a hand through my hair and looked up at the sky. "I know that you still have no feelings for me. They're just recordings, and you're a different person than you were six months ago. The Namjoon I knew then is gone, and I have to accept that. I don't hold any expectations for you, I respect your decision to not involve yourself further with me. But I'll always love you, and I want you to respect that as well." I fell silent.

Namjoon sighed and nodded. "I don't know what I felt back then, and it hurts that I don't remember. And I know it hurts you, too. Thank you for understanding my stance in this. I can see what I saw in you, now." I nodded, my hand brushing the tattoo just under my jaw line. It was covered by my turtle neck. Always had been, because that was all I ever wore.

"I was wondering about that." Namjoon finally said. I felt his hands brush the same spot that I had. He pulled my collar down slightly and stared at his name. "Did I make you do this?"

"No. I did this all on my own. I had your artist do it once you accepted me into your family." I pulled my collar down further to reveal my marking that showed me as a high rank of the Kim family. Namjoon furrowed his eyebrows together.

"I remember watching that. But not this."

"I told you about it when we were in Japan. So you wouldn't have been able to watch it. It was a special memory for us." I inhaled a deep breath, so that I wouldn't cry.

"Why would you do this?"

"Well I'd didn't think that you'd lose all memory of us." I said, laughing sadly. "I thought we'd be forever. That was what we agreed upon."

"I see. I'm sorry."

"It's fine. It's not your fault. It doesn't hold any meaning anymore anyway."

"Well, may I ask what it means?" I was silent for awhile. I didn't know whether I should actually tell him or not. I finally sighed and looked directly into his eyes.

"If you've watched all of the tapes, the important parts at least, you'll know what life was like with my father. You were the first person to show me love and acceptance. I promised myself that I would devote myself to the one who loves me. I would do anything for them. It was proof that we loved each other. That we would die for each other. At least, I would."

A low growl came from Namjoon's throat and I tiled my head in question. "You're not making this easy." He snarled, seconds before he crashed his lips to mine.