OPERATION X || JJK

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄

"I don't want to talk to you," Jin spat, wrenching his hands back and forth. Of course, the tightly bound rope failed to budge an inch and the only things the boy received was a bruised ego and wrist.

"Shame," the woman mused, pretending not to appear interested as she inspected her nails in the light. "I thought you'd want answers."

"Answers about what?" Jin was beginning to feel enraged- an emotion he wasn't accustomed to.

"Answers about everything. About why you're here. About why you're enhancement is failing you. About how you're starting to forget your past."

"How- how do you know that?" The boy stuttered, his blood running cold. He'd had a hard time remembering his childhood memories for a long time, he knew that both Namjoon and Yoongi had picked up on it before, but he didn't expect MediHeal to be so certain about it. Almost as if it was their fault...

"What did you do?" The boy gulped, a bead of sweat trickling down the back of his neck and soaking into the collar of his shirt, still stained with Taehyung's blood.

The woman laughed, the shrill noise reverberating around the entire room. "I didn't do anything. I would never have done what they did back at the American facility."

"What did they do?" Jin barked, biting his lip and feeling the skin split from underneath the pressure. He felt the blood swell from out of its wound but, without his hand to wipe the excess away, he used his tongue to swipe the blood. He cringed as the copper tang brushed his tongue but withheld his unwavering glare, directed towards the smug-looking woman.

"They created you," she announced as if that made any sense to anyone but herself. Cruelly waiting for Jin's confused look, she cackled and continued. "You're probably wondering about why you're memories are disappearing but, in reality, they're not disappearing in the slightest. You're just finally beginning to see the gaps."

"What gaps?"

"The gaps that they forgot to fill in. Jin," she rolled his name around as if it had given her a sour taste that was hard to swallow, "none of what you remember is real. You were born in the facility in America. You grew up there. You never had a mother or a father or any siblings. Those 'memories', so to speak, aren't real. MediHeal planted them. They created an idealistic childhood for you."

"You're lying," the boy pushed, scrunching up his eyes, "I had a mother and a father. They loved me!"

"If that is true then, what are their names?"

Jin went to reply instantaneously only for the words to clog in his throat. No, no, no. He remembered his mother's name. It was Jiyeon or, or Jooeun or, or, or Jieun. The reality hit Jin like a slap in the face and all his energy rushed out of his every pore. Without the will to sit straight, the boy slumped backwards and was hit with the tiredness of the day's events. Who knew that his day would include being kidnapped only to then find our that his mother was a fake? It was almost laughable.

"Why would they do that?" He whispered, the face of his 'mother' vanishing in a sudden moment. He'd always known something was different about him. What kind of child can't remember their own mother?

"It was done at the request of a scientist who raised you. Maybe you've heard of him; I heard that he's been aiding your little escape for years."

"Si Hyuk," Jin announced, not needing conformation. The boy couldn't help but feel conflicted- was this an act of kindness? Or just pure cruelty? The woman just nodded obliviously.

"Either way, it doesn't matter to me. What matters to me is your potential."

"I don't have any potential," the boy mumbled, glaring holes into the floor. Jin was usually the optimistic one of the bunch or, at least, as optimistic as a teenage runaway could be. For him to loose faith in himself so rapidly was out of character. He'd lost everything that had kept him sane.

Dr Choi appeared to notice this moment of weakness and leaned forward, a mischievous glint reflecting in the corner of her eyes as though she had some mysterious plan shoved up her sleeve. "You're the reason we can continue our research. Do you realise that, Jin?" He really wished that she'd stop saying his name. "Think about it. You were genetically designed, a test tube baby, made for one simple purpose. To pass down the enhancements."

"I don't understand," the boy stuttered, terrified of the truth that she was going to reveal. Being told your entire childhood was a lie was enough trauma for one day.

"Why do you think that we've been unable to replicate enhancements? Don't you think we'd have just built replacements the minute you ran away? But, that's the thing, we couldn't." She was so near now, hands resting on the arms of Jin's chair as she leaned in closer. So close that he could smell the sickly sweet odour of her perfume.  "You're the key. Your blood is the key to everything. The science behind it is irrelevant but, Jin, you should know that you were only created for one reason. The only thing we need from you is your blood; the only possible way to pass enhancements to new test subjects."

In that moment, the boy had an epiphany. So, that's why they'd taken him? They wanted to use him as a donor for their case. They wanted to make more test subjects. All because of him. The mere thought made his stomach leap and he gagged, throwing his head back against the chair frame and hardly cringing as his skull smashed against the metal. This was too much. Too much.

What made the situation ten times more dreadful was the fact that Dr Choi seemed to be enjoying every single moment of it. Hayeon was right; this woman really was a cunning, hard hearted, evil bit-

"And, you've already helped to aid our first successful experiment in years," she announced, flicking her hair over her shoulder and she peered down at the boy. At first he just felt uncomfortable, the mere aura of this woman making him feel sick to his stomach. That was before he realised what she'd said.

"Hayeon..." he breathed, remembering the onslaught of events that occurred on that fateful field. They'd taken his blood and injected it into... holy shit.

"So you've realised," the woman drawled and chest puffed out. "Poor Hayeon was the first one we experimented with. If all goes to plan, she's going to be very useful in future events."

"Stop it!" Jin screamed, wanting to hold his hands to his ears and block out the entire world. He couldn't deal with this. He wouldn't deal with this. It was too unfair. He was a monster. If he didn't exist, none of this would've ever happened.

"And that's not all. All your life you've viewed yourself as inferior to the others because your enhancement constantly failed you." This was the last thing he wanted to be reminded of and he almost had the guts to tell the woman exactly what his thoughts entailed. Almost. "But, you're not. All this time you've viewed your healing ability as your number one enhancement but, what would you do if I told you that, it wasn't?"

He didn't want to repeat that he didn't understand. He felt as though he'd said that too many times in one night. It was a surprise his brain was still functioning.

"Think about it. The soldiers informed me that you stopped a bullet earlier."

Jin laughed, no longer caring about appearing rational or stable. "If you think that was me," he paused to bark out a laugh, "you're more insane than I am."

"Who else could it have been? You don't have to believe me at this moment in time but, be prepared. We are definitely going to experiment with you in the future." The woman shrugged as though she was almost unbothered by the revelation.

The laughter stopped instantly, hanging from his lips by a loose thread. This woman was serious. This woman genuinely thought that he, boring old Seokjin, had stopped a bullet midair. And, they were going to experiment? No, no, no he couldn't deal with this. He didn't want this.

As he began to hyperventilate once more, the beginning of a panic attack hitting in full force, the woman stood up. She pushed back the chair and sauntered towards the door. As she began to turn the handle, she paused and glanced backwards.

"I've really enjoyed talking with you. It's been very informative."

"Go away," he growled beneath gritted teeth. His panic was enough to deal with, he didn't want to suffer through her annoying taunts.

She smirked for what felt like the millionth time and pushed the door open gently. As she went to close it behind her, she shot one more indistinguishable look towards the boy.

"Welcome home... Test Subject 311."