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)
I slowly lock the door as I close off the world for the second time tonight. I sigh and lean my forehead against the wood as my thoughts run wild.
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.
So why does my heart still hate me in the way it reacts when I see him? Do I still see parts of him as the transfer boy from Howard High... or do I just wish I did? Still there's some reason I don't actually hate him as much as I'm telling myself.
I slowly walk back to the bed and lie down, my knees pulled to my chest. My heart still pounds like I just ran a marathon. How pathetic am I?
And also, what about--
knock knock knock~~~
My thoughts are interrupted by a knock on my door and a soft voice on the other side.
"Yanna? Look, I just wanna talk things out. Can I come in?"
It's him. It's Yoongi.
I sit up and look towards the door. I wait. Maybe if I don't say anything he'll just leave? Hopefully, he'll just leave?
After a minute or two I hear another knock.
knock knock~~
"Yanna?" Yoongi's voice sounds muffled through the wood, "I guess you don't like me very much right now, huh? Not that I can blame you. Things have been kinda crazy the past two days."
He keeps talking, but I don't want to hear any of it. But for some reason, I also want to see him. Maybe it's because he was my only friend? The only one I really trusted. And now... all I want is a hug from my friend. But I can't even have that.
He's still outside the door, "Please let me in? I just wanna talk. I promise, give me two minutes and you can kick me out."
I lift my pouty lips and stare at the door. I don't speak.
I hear him lean his fist on the frame outside the room and sigh, "Fine. I'll just... leave this cereal here then and go."
I listen. I can hear his footsteps slowly fading away until they disappear. Is he gone?
My stomach screams at me again. Man am I hungry! I wonder if he actually left a bowl of cereal.
Slowly and quietly, I tip toe out of bed and across the floor. Unlocking the door, I count to three before opening it and--
"Yanna, wait!"
"Ah!" I scream and try to close the door when I see him still outside. But Yoongi has his foot blocking the door.
"Please let me talk to you." He begs while holding the door open.
"I cannot believe you just tricked me like that!" I yell at him through the crack in the doorway, "No freaking way! Leave me alone!"
