Yoongi has been an agent for as long as he's willing to say. He's trained his whole life for his missions, and has never struggled with a single one. Until Yanna becomes his mission. To keep his polar opposite target safe, he'll have to learn a few...
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(Yanna POV)
(present time)
I slowly turn the knob as I close the bedroom door. I sigh and lean my forehead against the wood as my thoughts run wild. I woke up in this strange room this morning truly terrified, but now this room is the safest place I know to be right now. Didn't Yoongi tell me he brought me here to keep me safe? I feel more like I'm being kept captive.
Yoongi. Min Yoongi. He's not who I thought he was. Not even close. He says he didn't lie, but to me... it sounds like he lied about pretty much everything. My mind spins like someone locked it in a washing machine. Everything Yoongi just told me and showed me, scares me. I used to feel so safe around him, when he would hold my hand and sit next to me. Now just being in the same room with him sends chills through my bones.
More than that, all I feel like doing is crying my eyes out. Keeping back the tears proves harder than I first anticipated.
There's no point. Tears are coming whether I want them to or not. You know what, why shouldn't they come? Don't I deserve to let out a little stress? Don't I deserve to shed a few tears over my situation?
Well... more than a few, I guess.
With the door closed, and sheets thrown over my head, I let my tears out. They fall and fall and fall until I can't feel them anymore. My throat can't speak. My chest can't relax. My hands can't stop gripping the sheets. Everything is falling apart. I am falling apart. I feel weak. I hate feeling weak.
My body is tired. Even though I haven't physically been through enough to make me pass out, my mind and heart feel like shutting out the world.
I cry myself to sleep.
(Yoongi POV)
She cried herself to sleep. I know. I listened. With my back pressed to the wall outside her room, I sat there and listened. To every sob and every gasp. It was hours before she silenced herself with sleep. I peak in to make sure she's still alive. I sigh when I see her small body curled up with the sheets, her cheeks buried with stains.
Silently, I walk to the side of her bed and look down at her. She looks... weak. So, I pull the covers over her shoulder and tuck her in. Hopefully, she'll sleep through the night again.
"I'm sorry." I tell her even though she can't hear me, "But things are like this now. You're here for who knows how long. We should both learn how to coexist harmoniously. And I'll do my best to-" My words quickly hush when she shifts and sighs in her sleep.
"Crap, did I wake her? No... no, I think I'm okay. Why was I randomly talking anyway? I'm so sleep deprived myself that I'm talking to Yanna in her sleep. Wow, I'm insane."
I hold my breath and step back from her bedside until I can close the door and leave her in peace. Better let her sleep. While she can.
