With a thundering heart, you type Yoongi's number.

"Yes, Y/n." His lazy voice comes back.

You get in the elevator and the network cuts off. You click your tongue in frustration and wait till you get out.

You're wondering what is going to happen of the delivery boy.

What about Jisoo? And what about SanJi? Will he make it home safely?!

Hannam the hill is huge and it takes you a long time to find the exit, you turn just once to find the balcony of Jhope's apartment, but you don't find it so you begin walking again.

You're not going to wait until tomorrow. You're going to see Dr. Kim now.

You ring Yoongi again.

"Hello? What is it!?" His tone has a ghost of annoyance.

"Ahh, Sunbae. I need your help."

"Yeah, what else have you been taking from me anyway? I told you to call me f**king Suga btw."

"Sorry, f**king Suga. It's about my brother's babysitter. I got a mail with her picture. She's.. she's next. Can you find her whereabouts?" There's silence for a minute while you sway your arm out for a cab.

"Y/n. What have you taken me for?" He finally responds.

You sigh, "Please Sunb-Suga You said you'll squeeze enough out of me later. I'll give whatever you want. Just please help me protect that girl. I don't want anymore people dying because of me."

"You do realize I'm from a mafia, right? People dying is no big deal for me. Collateral damage, call it."

"It is for me. And you're helping me right now. So won't you help me wholeheartedly?"

"Let her die. We'll see how far that dickhead can go."

"Suga-"

"If you have anything more left to say, wait till I get there. I'm busy right now. Bye." He disconnects the call without a warning.

Your face falls as you look out of the window of the cab. You're reminded of Jisoo and you make a phone call yet again.

"H-Hello?"

"Jisoo?! Hi!! Where are you?" You're so relieved to hear her. You don't even know why you expected her to be dead meat by now.

"Oh, Y/n? Hi! I was-I'm.. eheh, I was out on a date. Going home now."

"Do you have an escort?"

"No, why?" She laughs and her laughter is laced with 'what's with you'.

"Sorry, but this may sound very sudden and absurd.. someone is after your life. You need to find safety, Jisoo. I'm ready to offer it."

"Wha-"

You see that the cab driver is watching you from the rear view mirror and you straighten up and clear your throat.

"Someone is after you. I received a blackmail." You say in a tight whisper. You can hear her gasp.

"Is this some kind of joke, Y/n?"

"Where are you right now?"

"I'm in Euljiro."

You check the Gmap location and you find no route to there from the cab.

"Jisoo, can you promise me something?"

"Yeah?"

"Please can you be safe? Can you ask your date to stay with you?"

"Don't worry. I know taewondo, I can protect myself. Who's after my life, by the way? And why? And how do you know about it anyway?"

"It's so difficult to explain on call. Right now, please take me very seriously. No matter what, don't answer any unknown calls. Okay? Listen to me carefully, if anybody strange or unknown tries to speak to you, plug your fingers in your ears and run! Run as fast as you can."

She begins laughing at how frantic you sound.

"I think you've had too much soju-"

"Jisoo, please!" You are snapping in frustration now.

She shuts up quickly and exhales deeply. "Fine. Arasso. Can I hang up?" She doesn't really believe you and you can tell.

If only you could hypnotize people. You would have her under your spell and send her to a trance of enslavement for her own good.

"No. Not until you promise me."

"Ugh, okay. I promise I won't talk to strangers, Mom."

"Swear to God."

"Y/n!"

"Please."

"How else am I supposed to date?"

"At least for a week, don't! You won't die. Your coochie can take a week's loneliness!"

"It's- Y/n! It's not that!"

"Then what's the problem!?"

"You won't understand. Okay, bye now."

So two people just got pissed at you and hung up.

You don't know how to feel about that.

You may sound mad to people, but as long as it is for their own good, right?

Why are they making things so difficult for you anyway?

You stop the cab in front of Taehyung's clinic, pay the driver and enter the lobby.

The personal assistant tries to stop you, but you simply brush her off as you set your mind to barging into Taehyung's office today.

You won't stop at nothing.

And nobody should come in your way.

The moment you kick the door open, which was simply overdone that you regret right away because of the furious look on Taehyung's face, your cheeks burn up.

"Y/n." He composes himself as he leans back in his chair and looks up at you.

His cool features as if set in a paradisaical stone already has your heart fluttering and making you wish you didn't discover his identity.

You don't understand this irrational reaction your body has to Taehyung. Your blood starts pumping double its standard and your mind is just fogged with images of him and you together.

Your mouth goes slack as you stand at the door and stare at him.

Could this man be capable of getting involved in a heinous murder and rape case?

Or worse.. getting your mom killed?

It feels like everything is going in reverse now. All those therapy sessions have rebounded back and the anxiety is rushing back in, at a tremendous overwhelming force.

Your knees give out and you stagger to the floor.

"Why are- Why are you V..?" Your voice cracks and you sit there on the floor looking up at him helplessly. Waiting for him to deny everything and tell you that your imaginary love story with him still has a chance.

But, his elbows stay rested on the arms of his chair, his face blank. His eyes emotionless.

He looks heartless.

And at this moment, you are not sure if you want to love this man.

You are not sure which man you loved anyway.

It feels like everything with him was an untherapy. Because, you're hyperventilating now. Your old annoying habit of pulling at your cuticles is back and you sit there trembling, working away cruelly on your skin and peeling it off with as much violence as you can bring.

"Tell me-"

"Tell you what? Why are you Y/n? Can you answer that?" He won't even bother getting up. He just sits there at a higher place than you, looking down at you as if you're a peasant.

His dead emotionless face cutting little pieces of your heart and chucking it in Han River.

"Explain yourself, Kim Taehyung."

But, this man.. your heart feels broken even before it was whole.

How much more could it break now?

He silently watched you for a minute and then got up. He sauntered lazily with his hands in his pockets in your direction and you shrunk back into the door.

As he squatted down Kakashi style in front of you and peered into your face, your heart felt like it would stop any moment now.

"Hya.. Kang Y/n." He whispered. His breath made a few strands of your hair flutter into your eyes and he instantly raised a finger to brush it away as you flinched from his touch.

"Did you-Did-Were you-"

"No. I was simply an intern." He says as he finally sits down cross-legged in front of you on the floor.

"My father mentioned your name." You sound accusatory.

"Your father was unreasonably alarmed by my entire existence." He whispered.

"You knew me all this while? Me and about my father?"

He nods slowly. "I knew a lot about you."

"Why was he-Alarmed? Why was he alarmed by your existence?"

"Your father was a brilliant man, Y/n. But, the very fact that I finally managed to surpass him proves that his fears were not incorrect."

"Fears?" You blink. Your father didn't fear anybody. He was a man of dignity.
A man of honour.

"Of course, he was a man of honour. I would never in a million years deny him that. He was brilliant. But.. his predictions came out all wrong."

"Wha-"

"You're here to know about Kai." He breathes and shakes his head.

"Who's Kai?"

"One of the mentees. In the internship program at the Psycure Research Centre."

"Why is he after me?" Your eyes roam around the room and you're looking for anything that will show you your father's existence or a ghost of his mentoring in the office. Anything that will show his shadow in the works and achievements of Dr. Kim.

Your eyes fall on something that was always in your line of sight, but you never paid much attention.

Just like how Kai said, V was living right under your nose and you never knew.

You were warned of the Silver Blacks. But, now when you look around and your eyes catch the certificates.

Your eyes go wide.

Founder of the Golden Blacks: Kim Taehyung.

"What are Silver blacks?" You ask blankly.

His eyes just scan your face for a moment with a penetrating gaze. You cower under it and feel your shoulders hunch forward defensively.

"People who can't surpass me." He finally says and you exhale slowly.

"What?"

"Silver Blacks was founded by your father. The technology of the hypnotic pens." He pulls out his golden pen.

"He didn't get very creative about it." He laughs softly. "I couldn't deviate from his teachings no matter how much he disliked me and a little bit vice versa. So I just improvised it to the best I could. I founded Golden Blacks."

"Wha-"

"As you very well know, Kang Y/n. Your father was working on Neuro Linguistic Programming. He was trying to protect humanity from the power-greedy hypnotists that would soon break out and try to seek control over all beings. Unfortunately, in the process a lot of things went wrong."

You don't understand where this is going. You don't believe your father could ever be wrong.

Surprisingly, you never doubted your father for anything. Even when you saw him standing with the axe in the shadows of the store room that night, you still trusted him and chose not to flee away.

Your fight and flight mode was on an automated shut down at the sight of your father, not in the least alarmed even at the sight of the bloodied axe.

The sight of your Mom's throat slit open and the flesh and blood so sickening and nauseating that you had to look away from your beautiful mother and block your tears from falling out and exposing you of your weaknesses. And yet..

You still didn't think your dad was up to anything wrong.

You had that much faith in him.

So what did Taehyung mean when he said your father had done things wrong? Your father was a cautious man who spent 16 years on research just so that he could never mess up.

"Y/n.. Did you know you're a miraculous baby? Just like.. Kai?" You're taken off guard.

"Huh?" What the heck? Is this the Bible?

To top that.. Being called a baby like that. You mentally huff.

"What do you mean?"

"You weren't supposed to be born. Your mother was dying. The doctors said if she didn't fight on her own, she would not be able to push you out and die with you inside of her. Her organs were failing."

You don't know how to process that information.

"Your father had developed a drug that brought the reception and compliance mode of a person to its peak. They'd become so disconnected from reality and jump into a trance like state, that they'd be ready to do anything and take any risks for the heck of it."

You're not having it. Why is he telling you this? Your father-

"This drug was supposed to be dangerous because, not every body would receive it equally well. It would be rejected by most systems and even become toxic for the brain functioning. Messing with the mental processes and eventually putting a person into a breakdown. You would go into a reverse spiral of euphoria. You know? Too much of meth?"

You shake your head slowly. You haven't done drugs, how would you know?

"The dosage would make the person addicted. Instantly. And as much as they would start craving it, their mind would start going numb and dead from the inside. That's how dangerous this drug was. But, for us hypnotherapists.. it was a new experiment-friendly discovery. Our clients would be more willing to agree with us and obey us in the areas that they previously couldn't."

You take a deep breath.

It was beginning to make sense why your father asked you to never participate in his field when you'd pick your career or academic options.

You'd want to be like your father and then go crazy. Just like all these morons.

-unedited;