Hacker || Yoonmin

Chapter 11

It wasn't. I was born in Busan, and I'm guessing he knows that because of the file. I'm guessing that he's using all of his power on me, but I can't tell any difference.

"Yes. I was born in Seoul, underground in a sewer." I mentally chuckled. I saw Namjoon raise his brow and smile a little. He also knows that I was born in Busan.

"Damn, you're hard to crack. Do you even feel compelled by anything?"

"Only to sleep." I chuckle and lean back in my chair.

"One other question, why did your dad leave you and your mom?" He says almost directly after my last statement. I pause in my seat, my body going rigid. My dad left when I was 13 for another woman. It turns out he was cheating on my mother for a while. He didn't want to divorce her though, even when she wanted one. He just left. My mom has had a lot of boyfriends since then and most of them abuse her. I obviously beat the living shit out of them.

I blinked remembering the memory of my mother crying. She was in my arms on her bed. She, a 30-year old, was crying in her son's arms. It broke my heart.

I blinked again and sucked in a long breath. I know why he did such a thing. He wanted to ask a hard question while my guard was down. However, I was still not compelled to answer him. I looked him in the eyes intensely. I could tell that he was trying very hard to make me tell the truth.

"You don't need to know that," I said in a monotone voice.

"But I want to know. Tell me, now."

I stared at him and smiled, "I killed him."

Taehyung cursed and turned around. I could see sweat beads building on his face and felt kind of bad for the guy.

"His mind is locked up like Fort Knox." (A/N: I spelled it like Nox... help me plz.)He looked over at me again. "I couldn't make him tell the truth even if I tried. And trust me, I tried."

Jungkook rubbed his back and took his place in the middle of the room. "Wind or fire?" He asked me. I really wanted to know what the wind was about. I'm guessing fire, he obviously tried to burn me.

"Wind. I'm curious so feed my curiosity." He nodded and got close to me.

"I'm going to try to suffocate you. Don't worry, if you show signs of pain or discomfort, obviously I'll stop." I nodded, and he came closer to me, holding my face and jaw. He made sure my mouth was open before sucking in air.

I was surprised, but he didn't affect me. He was trying so hard to suck all of the oxygen from my lungs, but I breathed just fine. Nothing was happening to me. Jungkook backed up again, taking his hands off of my face and into the pockets of his jeans. He turned to Namjoon and shrugged. Namjoon raised an eyebrow and shrugged back.

"I've seen Jungkook use that trick on over 20 people, Jimin. And each time, they cannot breathe, and they end up on the floor writhing in pain. Some of them even pass out." Namjoon says. I feel kind of pleased at my body and my abilities.

"And although that was physical, we still have to test out the fire on you, I'm sorry Jimin," Namjoon says again. Jungkook holds up his hand in a fist, then points a finger up. Hovering over the finger is a single fire, somewhat like a lighter's fire.

I prepare myself just in case. I roll up my sleeve and show him my forearm. Jungkook brings his finger down to my skin. The glowing little light hits my arm, however, I do not feel the burning. In fact, as my skin should be turning dark and melting away, it's just fine. Jungkook increases the fire amount to about 5 lighters worth, all the while still holding out one finger. He lets up and looks to Namjoon.

"Nothing, Joon. I think he's immune to every power." He says shrugging.

"Jungkook, you don't have strength abilities, do you?" Namjoon asks. He sits on the edge of the chair with his head in his hands.

"No, sir."

"Then hit Jimin."

"What?" I ask. I was confused. I had just undergone two trials of physical immunity and before that, a mental trial.

"Not hard. Just a slap on the wrist, I want to see something."

"Fine." Jungkook shrugs and walks over to me. With my forearm still facing up, he holds my wrist. He holds out two fingers and slaps my wrist.

The fire I could not feel. The suffocating wind, I could not feel. But the slap, I could most definitely feel. I breathed in a sharp hiss of a breath.

"Are you satisfied? I felt some pain." I say, turning to Namjoon. He nods and gives a small smirk.

"Yes, I am. This proves that you are not immune to pain, but you are only immune to people who use powers. You are not immune to strength, but immune to fire powers and mental powers. Believe it or not, we could need you Jimin."

"I don't even know what this organization does!" I mildly shout at him. I was done waiting for answers. I wanted them now.

"You will find out tomorrow, I promise," Namjoon says to me.

I hope so, I'm getting tired of it.

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omG guys... I'm so sorry I haven't updated. A lot is going on right now. Hopefully, I'll be able to write more soon.