"Okay so what's the plan?"

Entering to Seokjin's world didn't appear as different as the rest, perhaps with the fact that it's dark gives it a different vibe but it's overall mainly the same with something small either the same or different.

Now the seven are five blocks away from where they should be taking the next portal.

Exactly in the home of this world Jimin.

Seokjin eyed the apartment complex for a moment before turns to the rest, "Alright, you brought us to the time before I went to prison, correct?"

"Yes."

"So that means Taehyung is inside too," Seokjin mutters, narrowing his eyes, "Woosung and Jungkook have to be nearby too since they always kept watch-"

"The plan?" Hoseok cuts him off, irritated.

Seokjin remains silent for a moment before nodding, "Okay so Namjoon is Jimin's brother in this world, so Namjoon is going to go in and take Jimin out and away from the house. Taehyung doesn't intervene when it comes with shit like Jimin's brother. With that Jimin out of the picture, you-" Seokjin points to other Jimin, "You will distract Taehyung. Just letting you know now, he has an obsession with Jimin. Fucks him up, gets into his head, have some miracle plan type of shit going on for him. Jimin is suicidal so you're going to have to-"

"Is that so?" Jimin snorts, licking his lips slowly, "Leave him to me."

Seokjin hesitated, glaring now, "I swear if you hurt my brother-"

"He can't hurt him," Namjoon bellows, "He knows the rules, continue."

So with that peace of mind, Seokjin huffs, "Alright so Jungkook and Woosung are around the area. So Karma, you're going to distract Jungkook. For that you may need to take off the mask."

Karma didn't seem amused, "Mask stays."

"Well this world Taehyung doesn't wear a mask, so for him to even listen to you, mask off."

Clearly Karma wanted to continue fighting back but Namjoon gave him a reassurance, "No one from this world will remember us, if that makes you feel any better."

Still stubborn, Karma glares at them before only scoffs, probably his way of an agreement.

So Seokjin continues, "Great, so from there you," He points to Jungkook, "You will be distracting Woosung, he's your fiancé in this world."

To this Karma perks his head up, the name sounding familiar through his ears. Shit, even Jimin too.

Except for Jungkook.

He looks at Seokjin with eyebrows furrowed, tilting his head a little, "Woosung? Fiancé? Who?"

Now this made Karma frown from under his mask, moving his gaze away.

His Jungkook would've not wasted a second with the man if he was here.

"Never mind that, just trust me," Seokjin says and then looks to Yoongi and Hoseok, "The three of us will get inside the house and wait. Once Namjoon, Jungkook, Jimin and Karma got those three away from here, come back and we leave. Simple."

And so nothing more was said, and everyone did as follow.

First plan was to get Jungkook and Woosung away from the area to not see Namjoon enter inside.

So Karma had to appear  - at the same time that Namjoon went up to the apartment complex and made his way inside - and luckily has managed to have found the pair under a tree, just across the street of the apartment.

With a heavy deep breath, annoyed, Karma removes his mask and stuffs it in his pocket and ruffles with the messy waves of raven hair on his head before approaching the two. The more Karma grew closer to them, the more uneased he grew just by the sight of Woosung.

Who looks exactly like the Woosung of Jungkook's dead lover, based on the pictures he has seen of him.

And he's.... Breathtaking.

Breathing and alive..... He's so beautiful.

Shit..

Was he exactly like this? If so, Taehyung could understand Jungkook's obsession.

"Taehyung? How the fuck - How did we not see you coming out of there?"

Karma blinks away from Woosung's face, who flickers his gaze to him at the same time that Karma looks at Jungkook. For a good moment, just a good moment, Karma wanted to walk away.

He wanted to give them time.

He wanted to let this Jungkook live what the other Jungkook couldn't.

To be with his first love a while longer.

Seokjin said after he went to prison, the two have disappeared off.

He doesn't know if they're alive or dead, but just gone.

It torturous to even think about.

"Hello? Fuck, what's with you?"

Snapping out of his trance, Karma glances between the two before taking a deep breath and looks at Jungkook, "We need to talk. Some shit Seokjin just told me."

Jungkook blinks to Taehyung's face, twisting it a little to the sudden cold aura from his brother, "What the hell? Since when are you this serious?" He snorts but then shrugs, "Alright, but make this shit quick. We're tired of having to look out in case he keeps escaping."

By he, Karma knew he meant Jimin.

Well, that won't be an issue.

Karma tried not to roll his eyes but still lead the away with Jungkook following tail to the direction Seokjin told him to follow - avoiding his questions or random commentaries. 

Watching this in a distance, Jungkook waits a few long moments for Karma to get his double out of the picture for a long time. He checks his watch and counts ten minutes before emerging from the trees and approaches this so-called Woosung. 

From Seokjin's instructions, it's pretty simple on distracting this guy.

Just act like his boyfriend, and ease him away from the apartment.

Should be easy.

So, nodding it over to himself, Jungkook eyed the platinum white haired male carefully before deciding on just startling him from behind. 

Which wasn't as cute as he expected.

Turns out, Woosung is a little psychotic because not just anyone would gauge out a knife in defense in the maniac defense that he did. If Jungkook wasn't already trained in armed defenses, no doubt he would be dying by a stab to the chest.

A perfect strike and aim may he add.

"Oh my - Bambi! Don't scare me like that you fucking dick!"

The voice that came out of the man for a second took Jungkook completely off guard, but not as much as it did when he called him Bambi.

Bambi? Him?

The name cringed Jungkook's soul, now having to deal with another damn nickname, but he plays it off with a half-hearted smile, "Want to kill me so soon?"

Woosung purses his lips and eases the knife back, twirling it between his fingers and puts it away, "That was a fast talk."

"You know Taehyung likes to make a big deal out of our brother," Woosung momentarily narrows his eyes to this, but his eyes flickers to when Jungkook grabs his hand and tugs him, "Come, I want to show you something."

"But Jimin -"

"Shhh, just me and you," Jungkook murmurs, pulling the man so close to him with eyes pleading into his eyes, "Please."

Woosung is quiet as he looks between Jungkook's gaze, and at that moment Jungkook understood why this world Jungkook would even call this man his future husband.

He's so damn alluring, like a silent snake or a siren.

His sharp eyes are enough to pull someone in, and he has this aura that just makes anyone so intrigued to get into his head.

Interesting, he's really interesting. 

If he were to exist in Jungkook's world, he'd recruit him in Oasis if he could master the same provocative stare that this one has mastered in this world. 

Taehyung would adore him easily.

"That talk with your brother did something to you," He says slowly, eyeing him, "Don't know whether to like it or not."

Hm, how would this world Jungkook behave with this guy? 

Seokjin wasn't really specific on how their relationship dynamic was.

Jungkook thinks about it for a moment, right before shagging his shoulders and closes his eyes, "Taehyung just pisses me off at times. You know this. I hate having to be put in this position and I hate how my time with you always gets interrupted by a mess Taehyung always does, that's it."

Well, that seemed to have worked.

The guard in Woosung's gaze drops, now having him look at Jungkook with this warm stare that's so similar to how the other world Jimin looked at him.

With so much love and kindness.

It's so..... Unfamiliar.

"Hey, at least we're doing it together right?" He tries to ease Jungkook's annoyance with a tender smile, "Fine, come, lets get some food and maybe make fun of people walking along the street? How does that sound?"

So normal.

If only Jungkook could do normal things like this in his world.

Would his Taehyung even enjoy doing things like this?

Who knows.

A sad smile tugs Jungkook's lips and he nods, knowing that moment won't exactly happen as much as Woosung is enthusiastic for it to come true. Not too long within their lovely walk, Jungkook strayed behind in knocked him out abruptly, quick enough for him to not have noticed it.

Just in time when Namjoon knocked on the door to Jimin's apartment, ruffling a little nervously to his now brunette hair as he waits.

That didn't last long because a familiar man opened the door.

Who wasn't Jimin.

For a good second Namjoon actually shivered to the sight of this person, who looked identical to the man with the mask, and couldn't even look at him in the eye because of the piercing strong glare that blared his orbs.

But the second he studied Namjoon's features, he instantly flashes an artificial smile, "Oh Namjoon! Good to see you again!"

Namjoon's eye twitched for a second, remembering from Seokjin to not fall for his charming attitude.

That'll be for Jimin to deal with.

"Hi," Namjoon beams, "I came to see Jimin. Wanted to take him out for a walk."

He's not going to stop him, from what Seokjin had told him.

Taehyung wouldn't want to come off as suspicious after all.

And that's exactly what happened.

"Sure, let me just call Jimin over - Oh, Jimin. Your brother is here for you."

When Jimin suddenly got to the door, almost immediately did Namjoon see the red flag signs waving off into the air.

Jimin, unlike any Jimin he's seen thus far - including his partner, is very..... Frail.

He's thin, too thin, and has nasty bruises under his eyes from lack of sleep. He didn't look at Namjoon when he first saw him, only creaked a weak smile with a hesitant glance while his shakily hand fiddles over each other.

This Jimin..... Is completely broken.

But Namjoon didn't show his obviously shattered heart through his eyes upon seeing him.

Instead, he musters a smile, "Hey! Let's go out for a walk. I got bored at home."

Jimin didn't say anything, but after Taehyung nudged his back, he evidently flinched but nods with a hesitant smile, "S-Sure! Sounds good."

And so without a second to spare, Namjoon led the way with Jimin in tail - holding onto a nasty scowl on his face.

Before he was able to get out the building, he told Jimin to wait for him outside for a second that he has to use the bathroom. Jimin didn't say anything, only followed orders and went outside while Namjoon quickly went into the bathroom.

There he saw the other Jimin there, twirling with the razor between his fingers - that's fresh of blood from carving the name of the victim he killed in Jungkook's world on his wrist.

"Jimin!"

The man jolted a little before glancing at Namjoon, eyes widen, "What?"

Namjoon rolls his eyes and waved a green glow with a hand to Jimin's wrist, instantly healing the wound. From there he also drained the silver color from his hair to brunette, making Jimin groan annoyedly.

"Hey, I enjoyed the silver-"

"Listen to me," Namjoon huffs, silencing Jimin, "Look, I don't give a fuck at this point your methods from your other life, but.... With this Taehyung, you have my permission to do whatever you want."

Jimin's eye sparked, tilting his head with a twitching smile, "Oh? Was the me here that bad?"

"Worse than I expected,"

That was all Jimin needed to know.

He happily turns to look at himself in front of the mirror, adjusting his hoodie and cranes his neck to the marks on his neck.

"Then make me appear like him."

Namjoon raises a hand glowing in blue fog, recalling the imagery in his head of the boy he saw not too long ago, and watch as the fog danced along Jimin's skin.

Every mark on his skin faded, but his once healthy body grew thinner and thinner with the bag heavy under his eyelids.

Making him look exactly like..... This Jimin.

By the time Namjoon finished, there was this darkness that flooded Jimin's gaze as he studied himself over the mirror. Taking in his change of drastic appearance, humming under his breath.

Suddenly he grabs the razor he was using and aggressively stabs the mirror, not even having it shatter to piece by the speed and force of the knife, but it did make the glass crack all the edges of his reflection.

Namjoon cautiously keeps his hand glowing yellow, just in case Jimin lost his mind to knock him out, but Jimin only turns to him.

"I was so perfect," Jimin whispers, the rage glowing his gaze, "I'll handle it."

Without anything more being said, Jimin exits the bathroom with his hood up. He recalled Seokjin's instructions of where his clone apartment is, so following the information, Jimin wandered right in front of a wooden door with a few skips between his feet and a whistle.

Time to greet-

"Jimin?"

Jimin suddenly froze, eyes widen to the voice that spoke up so abruptly around him.

Making every nerve in his body freeze.

He's..... Here too?

"Jimin!"

Slowly Jimin turns his head, seeing the familiar silhouette of Taemin in a distance rushing down the hallway.

And...... He was close to tears.

He's here too.....

Taemin is here.....

"Jimin," He's in front of him now, eyes coated with tears as he stares at Jimin, frowning, "Why do you keep avoiding me! Look, I'm sorry if I'm all up in your face now, but did I make you feel uncomfortable with the kiss? Hm? I'm so sorry if I did but you avoiding me isn't fair! Tomorrow, we have a meet for Track, and I wanted to clear things out -"

Jimin's attention is entirely on him, hands cradling his jaw with his wide eyes bleeding right into Taemin's fragile gaze.

This Taemin was Jimin's. 

He was Jimin's. 

He's..... Mine.

Studying him so closely, Jimin breathes him in and was so close to pulling a stupid move like how he did with the other Taemin but he stopped himself. 

Jimin will leave, and this Taemin won't remember him.

Not.... Himself.

Clearly the two have a complicated relationship going on at the moment, and if Jimin does something, it could fuck things up.

So, Jimin let's him go, jaw clenched.

This world Jimin needs him.

Needs him more.

"Whatever you do, don't ever leave my side," Jimin whispers, furling the confusion in Taemin's gaze, "Come back in a few hours, act like this conversation never happened, but don't forget these words."

"But.... Jimin-"

"Go," Jimin growls now, brutally slow as he turns to the door, "I have something to take care of."

Taemin didn't want to leave, it was so obvious that he didn't, but he wasn't blinded by the dark energy surrounding Jimin's aura. He's not the same tender-hearted man he knows.

He's different.

So Taemin followed his orders, stepping back before completely walking away without another word.

Just as a tear glided down Jimin's cheek, but he shakes his head to the stupid physical reaction.

Hates it when his body does things that he can't feel.

So fucking annoying. 

With another shake of his head, Jimin only wipes his tear away and knocks on the door. 

Every second it took to answer, Jimin began to makeshift his character - emotionless, monotone, dead..... Emotionally and mentally dead.

A perfect disguise.

He's as master of disguises after all.

Just as the door swings open.

Taehyung is before his eyes, eying Jimin evidently confused with a tilt of his head, "Where's Namjoon?"

Jimin slowly trails his emotionless eyes up, frowning, "I.... Wanted to come back."

"Hm.... Tempted to kill yourself again?"

This physically made Jimin's eye twitch. He steps forward, closer to the man, "If I am, what will you do?"

This suddenly broke a twisted smile from Taehyung's lips. A smile so dark and cynical that even had Jimin's head swimming with his own chaotic thoughts.

Too much to control his impulses.

Taehyung suddenly yanks Jimin inside by the arm, and slams him against the door close but Jimin harshly pulls him forward by the back of his neck and hungrily slams their lips together. 

Seems as though this world Jimin isn't exactly bold because Taehyung was obviously not expecting that. He aggressively shackles Jimin back against the door by the neck, pulling away with his deadly gaze.

The sight made Jimin grin, licking his lips slowly. 

"What's with this attitude?" Taehyung interrogates, his hand firmly on his neck, "You're never this cooperative."

This had Jimin chuckling, "Well that would sound quite concerning to the authorities ears," He breathes out coyly, "I've reached my breaking point because of you, and now.... Now.... I'm going to take complete advantage of it."

So quickly Jimin grabs Taehyung wrist and uses his other hand to elbow the inner part of his elbow, forcing him to let go with a harsh grunt, but Jimin only grabs a fistful of his hair and brings his lips back onto his.

And Taehyung was enjoying this. A dark chuckle echoed out of his throat, and he hungrily moved his lips against Jimin, gripping his body and lustfully drawing his fingers up his figure to caress every edge and contour of Park Jimin. 

But Jimin needed him out of the way. 

That was the plan after all. 

"Fuck me," Jimin growls back, "And don't be so nice."

"When am I ever nice to you?"

Jimin evidently grins to those words, letting Taehyung drag him around the apartment before they arrived at a bedroom. 

The second the door closed, Jimin shifted off character.

Fuck that.

In seconds he pushes Taehyung on the bed and pounces on him, grabbing his favorite new razor and pins it against his neck. Taehyung freezes immediately, eyes widen to the sudden act while Jimin smiles, tilting his head to the side.

"What's the matter? Wasn't in your script this new kinky role play?"

Taehyung glances down to where he feels the knife, and then slowly back to Jimin, "You wouldn't hurt me. You've tried it-"

A cut is sliced on Taehyung skin, forcing a hiss out of him with Jimin giggles heavily under his breath, marveling the blood on the knife, "Your blood is so pretty," And then his eyes flickers to the cut on his skin, "I heard you like to carve names on skins too. Maybe I could give you some pointers."

Before Jimin could even attempt any movement, he was pushed back aggressively. He just barely edges back before suddenly Taehyung grabs a vase from the nightstand and slams it broken, grabbing Jimin by the back of his hair and edges the broken half of the vase close to his face.

"Stupid fucking move trying to -"

Jimin slams his whole fist through the vase, landing it across Taehyung's face with the broken shards slamming his skin. Taehyung shrieks to the sudden hit, clutching the bleeding side of his face from the broken glass.

Meanwhile Jimin only stares at his bloody hand, having shards of the glass stuck to his skin, yet he only smiles widely like a child seeing a Christmas tree, before shifting his eyes to Taehyung.

"Wow, I love your way of thinking," Jimin crackles, moving his hand to a fist, watching as more blood escapes the wounds, "I heard you have a thing for suicidal boys. Maybe you'll join the list once this is over."

Then Jimin snaps his eyes to Taehyung, just as he grabbed a pillow and lunges at Jimin, pinning him down with it. Jimin was still, well for the most part. His knee did find its way to caress Taehyung's inner thigh before pressing on his cock.

He's so fucking huge and pulsing.

The grip on the pillow in seconds weakened, and Jimin yanked it away from his face and desperately grabs Taehyung's face before slamming their mouth's together harshly. Taehyung hungers over his lips, practically moaning over his eagerness while completely collapsing on him and grinding between his legs like a desperate dog.

Jimin laughs deliriously, eyes closed, "You're so hot when you want me as I almost killed you."

"I always do."

"Unfortunately, I don't want you," Slowly Jimin grabs his razor again, flips it around to point the handle behind Taehyung's neck, "You're not him."

And he slams it behind his skull, forcing Taehyung unconscious in seconds.

Jimin laid their momentarily, really considering taking advantage in killing him now that he's silent, but this isn't his fight to do.

Well, it is but not this him. 

How sad, he was a good kisser.

Sighing heavily in distraught, Jimin shoves him off his body - just as footsteps echoed the apartment. In seconds the bedroom door opens, revealing Seokjin by the doorframe. He looks between Jimin and his brother, glaring heavily at him.

Jimin rises to his feet, "Relax, he's not dead," He huffs, moving past him, "I'm starting to grow jealous."

The door closes behind him as Jimin trails to the living room, where the rest have found themselves in the living room after completing their tasks. 

"What are you on about jealousy?"

Sourly, Jimin only rolls his eyes, refusing to speak. Hoseok watches this from the shadows of the corner he's resting against, not blind to notice the subtle sentimentality Jimin has towards Seokjin in particular. Perhaps it's because of his resemblance to his double in the other world, or there's just more to Jimin than meets the eye.

Whatever the case may be.

"Enough you two," Namjoon bellows, waving his hands as he casts his spell, "I can feel the portal here. I can't distinguish which world this is, but maybe it belongs to one of you."

Everyone's eyes snaps to the circular fog that levitated into the air, showing flashes of places and people in the area. It was quite difficult to tell where that was, but then Karma closes his eyes with a distraught grunt.

"Here we fucking go."

Jungkook snaps his eyes to him, "Is this-"

"Yes, it is," Karma mutters, waving a hand through the fog, already annoyed with its presence, "Alright let's go-"

"Wait," Namjoon pauses, eyes conflicted, "We cannot go to your specific time where you disappeared."

"What?"

Namjoon still remained conflicted, head twitching to the side, "The portal has time shifts when it opens and closes. It's not consistent, so we have to go exactly when I can cast my spell to open it."

Lazily Seokjin blinks, "So the portal has a clock in and out slot, great," He huffs and steps forward, "What are we waiting for? Let's go."

Namjoon opens the portal and steps through. In tail follows the rest, well with Jimin skipping inside while humming happily under his breath, causing an eye roll from Hoseok as he follows behind. Karma was the last to walk, but he stops upon hearing a creak behind him.

Slowly he looks back, his heart dropping when he sees Woosung standing there with vivid eyes widen. 

He did not say a single word, too in shock to do so, meanwhile Karma remains still as he looks at him. 

Woosung...

Hmm...

Slowly Karma glances to the portal and then back to Woosung, "Let's go on a trip."

Woosung evidently flinches upon hearing such familiar voice behind the mask, his hands shaking, "What are you?"

Well, that's a new one.

Karma hums heavily, "I know someone who would kill to see you. I'll bring you back in no time."

Woosung looks hesitant, very hesitant, and clearly Karma has no patience, so he strides towards him, grabs his wrist and yanks him with him through the portal. 

Only to have his breath hitch upon taking in the familiar surroundings. 

The marketplace filled with people. The bright sunny day. The vendor encouraging customers to look over their sales.

This day...

He came back to this day...

"Karma!" 

Namjoon is in front of him, eyes furious as he looks to the wrist Karma is gripping onto, his eyes vivid red, "What the fuck did you do?!"

Karma couldn't breathe. Flashbacks upon flashbacks bombard of this very day, the turning point to Jungkook's sanity and Jimin's peace.

The day that fucked everyone up.

Oh no...

Yeosang....

"I know this day," Taehyung shutters under her breath, snapping her eyes to Namjoon, pleading, "You've got to help me stop what happens today!"

Namjoon was suddenly taken back by such plead from Taehyung, glancing to the still shaken up Woosung beside him before pressing his hand on his head, forcing him to sleep before catching him in his fall.

"What are you talking about? You know our rules! We cannot intervene with the affairs of any other world!" Namjoon then nods towards Woosung, "You already broke one of those rules!"

"What the fuck is going on?!"

Seokjin suddenly regroups with them, dragging the rest along from being distracted to their surroundings. Seeing Woosung was clearly not what they expected to see for one, and the sudden seriousness from Taehyung.

That much showed when Taehyung grips onto Namjoon's shirt, his gaze near begging, "Look, I know we made a deal and whatever the case fucking is, but this is my world. I.... I have to change what happens!"

Namjoon didn't know what to say to that, but clearly Seokjin did, "You think I didn't want to change what happens when I got back home?" He sarcastically chuckles, "You think I want to go back and rot in fucking prison? Or have my brother be caged up like an animal? Or have my other brother disappear without knowing if he's alive or dead? Better yet, have the one person I loved be the one to arrest me?"

He steps closer to Taehyung, eyes narrowed, "If I could, I would've torn Jimin to shreds for fucking up with my family, but I listened to instructions because my life is tied to him now," His tone mellows down bitterly, a near snarl, "So you are going to follow instructions too. What happened, needed to happen Taehyung."

This made Karma's eye evidently twitch, his fist tightening on his hand, "No, it didn't. Maybe you can live with what happens when you go back home, but this? I'm going to change it."

Seokjin seethes his teeth and steps forwards, but Namjoon extends his hand out to stop him, his eyes heavily attentive to Karma. 

He knows the rules he made, and he knows the rules about changing what happens in the said time.

At this point, he has broken too many rules to fix, including summoning these doubles.

Whatever Karma is terrified of, out of everyone it being Karma, has to be something extremely serious.

That wasn't deserved.

"What do you want to do exactly?"

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A/N: 

Oof, nothing like a change of the pasttttt

Let's see how that turns out!

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