The Assignment ✔️

I Know

We stood outside my office and he was shaking. I have never seen him so broken before.

"Jimin...two things okay?" He nodded. "First...when we step into my office I'm your Doctor again, okay? Not...whatever we are...just your doctor." He nodded again. "And two...you are safe here...I am going to administer you the drug first thing and I also have a tazer...just in case Jay tries anything okay?" He looked up to me and nodded once more before I opened my door.

I got the medication and a water bottle and he took it down easily. We then settled into the seats across from one another and he had trouble looking at me. I'm not sure what was going through his head but I intended to find out. I had my notebook and pen ready, about to ask the hard questions. He was rubbing his hands together taking deep breaths in and out trying to calm what I think were nerves...and it broke my heart a little.

"Jimin?" I asked sotly. He looked up. "I am going to ask you a couple of really hard questions...but I need you to answer the honestly okay?"

"Okay." He croaked out.

I cleared my throat. "When was the first time Jay come to light?"

"I was 19."

"Do you remember what caused it?"

He nodded. "My father used to enter me in underground fighting rings."

Woah.

"And how did that cause your alter to surface?"

He swallowed hard. "Well...in order for you to... 'lose' at these fights, you have to...literally be beaten to a literal pulp. Bloody...broken bones...sometimes unconscious." He swallowed again, but this time he didn't stop. Once I got him going it all came out like word vomit. "If I ever lost my father would beat me even more because I had lost his money...but eventually...I got good...I got really really good." He said with a light chuckle. "So good I never lost. Ever. More and more people would bet on me. The crowd would get bigger. But eventually there was a new entry...he put a quarter of a million dollars on my head saying that he could beat me. I was pretty confident it was an empty threat but I didn't want to do it because we didn't have the money. All the money we won my dad would gamble away saying that he was going to 'make us rich' or 'all I need is one good night and you can stop doing all of this.'" He scoffed shaking his head looking down.

"But that's when the hit on me came out for the big money. He said that all I needed to do was win...win this and I could stop." Tears started to form in his eyes. "I wanted to stop so bad...I always hurt people...there were a few I wasn't sure if they survived. I thought I had killed people because I would never see them again. People would become afraid of me." He took a deep breath. "I really didn't want to do this fight...I really really didn't want to...but my dad promised...he promised this was my last one. So I trained...I accepted and sure enough I was in the ring with this guy literally twice my size." He paused and I took the opportunity to engage in the conversation.

"Where you nervous?"

He smirked. "Honestly? No. He may have been twice my size but that doesn't mean he was stronger than me and I was for sure quicker than him. All I needed to do was get him down on the ground and I'd been able to completely annihilate him." He paused again.

I had a sick feeling in my stomach. "You lost?"

He chuckled. "Nope. Just as I thought, I got in a few punches to his face and he got dizzy. I was able to knock him out and once he fell, I beat his face in until he quit moving."

I swallowed thickly. "That's...great?  You were able to stop fighting after that."

"Nope."

"What?"

"My piece of shit father took the money and fucking ran. He left me behind. So in order to make my way I had to keep fighting...but...I couldn't really manage it anymore. That's when Jay came out. For the longest time he would only come out when I was fighting...then he'd come out when I was with my friends. Then with my last girlfriend. Scared the absolute shit out of her...then one night...I won a fight and the opponent's team or whatever wouldn't pay up. So I hunted down the guy who handled their money and...I...I'm pretty sure I killed him. But it wasn't me it was Jay. That's when it was a real problem."

"How are you able to afford to be in this house?"

"I made it my life mission to find my father...I wanted to confront him for leaving me and after a year of searching I found him. He actually was able to finally win big at the casinos and he was sitting on over a million dollars. I made him write a will for me leaving all his money to me and...I told him to disappear."

"Did he?"

"Yeah but...not the way I wanted him to. I had this inner argument with Jay about what to do and he kept telling me to go back, go back, go back, beat the fucker, go back. I didn't want to. Back and forth and back and forth until Jay took control completely. He found my dad and...honestly I'm not sure what happened to him...I just know that I never saw him again and I now have a million dollars."

I nodded my head. "Did you contact the authorities?"

"No. I didn't know what to tell them. I just went to the nearest hospital and told them about the fighting and after a few sessions with a therapist and Jay coming out they told me I could be here...I could afford the monthly fee so why not? I could live here for the rest of my life on the money I had so felt like it was my only option."

"Do you still want to be here forever?"

He smiled. "No."

"What changed?"

"I fell in love."

It felt as if my heart fell into my stomach. I tried my best to stay professional and not allow his words...or his knee weakening smile affect me...but the corners of my mouth lifted a bit and I had to look down before asking the next question.

"How does that change anything?"

He smiled again a bit his lip. "I want to be a better man for her. I don't want to put her in danger. I want her to feel completely safe in my arms." He took a deep breath. "I want to give her something to love in return. Something real. I was a good man before the fighting...I want to go back to that...for her."

I nodded. "As honorable and romantic as that is Jimin, you need to do all of that for yourself."

"Can't I do it for both of us?"

I smiled again. "With the break through you had last night do you think that it is achievable?"

"For the first time in years...I do."

I nodded again. "I hope you understand this means for the next several weeks you will have to move back into the house."

He nodded. "What will happen to my lease?"

"Yoongi has shown some great progress...his alter doesn't affect him as much and I really want to give him the opportunity to leave the house. I think that will be the final push for him to get his alter to completely disappear. Plus Namjoon has been emailing me daily on his progress because Big Hit wants him to sign as a producer."

"Really?" he asked smiling?

"Namjoon submitted a lot of his work to show his employer and they want him. So...I think this will be a good opportunity."

"Does that mean I wont be able to dance anymore?" His voice was low and his eyes sad.

"Well...not necessarily. I am going to write a short letter to your employer and ask for a medical leave. You will only be gone for 6 weeks. After that you will be cleared to return to work. And after what Jungkook, Hobi, and Tae have told me, I'm sure they will take you back in a heartbeat."

"You're an amazing woman you know that?"

I smiled. "I know."