Kim Seokjin
Age: 19  
Height: 180 cm
Weight: 63 kg  
Hair: naturally brown  
Eyes: brown
Current occupation: University student, studying in early childhood development
Nicknames: Jin, Eomma, Jinnie
Parents: deceased
Family: unknown
Place of origin: Gwacheon

Yoongi looked at the file, studying the picture of the male as well.

“He’s young.”

“Yes, he is.”

“And he poses no threat to Yejun?”

“None that I could find. Although his family is a bit of a mystery, Kim Seokjin is clean. There are no criminal records, no codes of misconduct from any of the schools he went to. His resume is picture perfect.”

“Alright.” Yoongi closed the file. “Bring him in.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Did I fucking stutter? Bring him in.” Namjoon sighed, but nodded.  

“Very well.”

-

Jin was feeling it again.

That dark and black abyss in his chest. He clutched his shirt, closing his eyes as he tried to breathe. “No.” He whispered. “I won’t do it.”  

The urge was growing, but he couldn’t. He’d promised himself he would stop. He couldn’t always turn to hurting himself to take away the pain, because it was never the answer.

But days like this, when he was consumed with such hate and sorrow for himself, it seemed like it greatly was. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think straight until those first few lines appeared on his wrist, until the blood trickled down his skin and onto the floor.

Telling him that he was worthless and unworthy of any kind of love.

Only then could he breathe.

And the voices would stop.

He squeezed his eyes shut further, shaking his head furiously, gripping the counter beside him as he felt his legs wobble, as if a physical force were trying to push him to the ground.

He stumbled to the bathroom, opening the mirror cabinet. He stared at the razors, gleaming in the artificial light and calling his name. His hand reached out, but he snatched it away, blinking rapidly.  

“You can’t, Seokjin. You said you wouldn’t.” He told himself.

It took all his willpower to look away. Instead, he grabbed an orange bottle and clutched it in his hand, forcefully leaving his bathroom and walking back to the kitchen.  

He took out two pills and with shaking hands, swallowed them.

He let out a shaky sigh as he felt himself calm down.  

A knock on the door startled him.  

He turned towards the entrance to his small apartment, wondering if it was the landlord, come to demand the rent he didn’t have again.

Seton hastily closed the pill bottle and shoved it into his jacket pocket, walking to the front door and cracking it open, wondering who it was.

If it was the landlord the door would be shut just as quickly as it was opened.

But to his surprise, it wasn’t the landlord. Rather, a nicely dressed man glasses gracing his face.

Jin opened the door wider. “Can I help you?” He asked quietly.

“Kim Seokjin?”

“If the landlord sent you, tell him that I already told him to leave me alone—“

“The landlord didn’t send me. I work for Min Yoongi. He’s requested that you come with me.”

“And Who are you?”  

The man removed his sunglasses and gazed down at Jin with cold eyes. “My name is Kim Namjoon. Please come with me.”

Jin frowned. “Why? What does this Min Yoongi want with me?” His eyes suddenly widened, and he slammed the door shut in Namjoon’s face, screaming about not wanting to deal with another loan shark.

Namjoon frowned. This was not something he’d picked up in his research.

He knocked again, but there was no answer.

He sighed and stood back, kicking the door down.  

Seokjin screamed, running from the man.

“I am not a loan shark. Mr. Kim—Seokjin, Please, Mr. Min only wants to talk to you about Yejun.”

Seokjin stopped, turning, his eyes narrowing. “Yejun?”

“Mr. Min is Yejun’s father.”

“You sure? Because that nanny said she was his mother, and she clearly lied, so how do I know—“ Namjoon knocked him out, hitting him on the side of his neck.

Jin collapsed immediately, and the man picked him up, carrying him out the door.

He got into his car and drove to the mansion, carrying Jin inside and setting him on the couch.

Jungkook raised his eyebrows, leaning over the couch and studying the man’s face. “Wow, didn’t expect him to be so good looking.”

“Why’s he knocked out?”

“He freaked out.”

“Of course he did. Did you even try to explain? Or did you do your emotionless ‘come with me’ thing before even explaining why he needed to come?”

Namjoon rolled his eyes and cursed out Hoseok underneath his breath.  

Jimin jumped down the stairs and found everyone standing around in the living room, so he came over. “Oh, who’s that?”

“Kim Seokjin.”

“Why’s he—never mind, Namjoon went to get him, didn’t he?”

“You all think so lowly of me.”

“Well, I mean—“

“Did you retrieve him?”

“Yes, Hyung.” The others moved out of the way to let Yoongi passed. The man looked over the couch and rolled his eyes.

“I knew I should’ve sent Hoseok.”

“Oh come on!” Namjoon groaned.