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)
6 hours earlier
It's hard to sleep. Not because the bed is uncomfortable, or I feel weird sleeping in Yoongi's shirt. Actually, his shirt is really soft. But that's not the point. The point is the ceiling.
Yes, the ceiling.
The ceiling is too high, which means the shadows are too dark, which means the room looks haunted, which means the house is haunted, which means the woods are haunted, and this whole situation is haunted! I. Feel. Haunted!
Sorry. I went a little overboard.
Point is. Even with Yoongi sleeping downstairs, and even though he's proven that he's going to protect me...I still shake.
I shake because I don't know what's going to happen now. I shake because I don't know what the truth is. Do I just sit here now? Do I just stay in this house until hopefully one day Yoongi tells me I can leave? I'm a hostage. No other way to put it. I am being kept here against my will, against my own rights, and against my word, as a hostage.
And Yoongi doesn't even care.
I miss my parents. When I was little, they used to hold me and rock me back and forth, kinda like a dance until I fell asleep. Now that time seems so far away. Everything that has happened in the past forty-eight hours has shook me to my core, and I can't even imagine where my parents are right now.
For real! I have no idea where they are or what they've gotten themselves into. Does all this have something to do with them? Are they the reason Yoongi showed up in the first place? I never considered the three of them being connected somehow, but I guess it makes sense.
God, I need sleep. I'm starting to think crazy things.
The night noises somewhat calm me. I can hear them outside the house. The chirp of crickets, the rustle of the wind, and even the subtle footsteps sooth my--
Wait...footsteps?
knock knock knock~~
I instantly shoot up in bed, put my glasses back on, and stare at my door. I closed it, but it remains unlocked. Carefully, I tiptoe over the door and turn the knob. I peek out and see Yoongi already reaching the kitchen. He opens a drawer and slips a small knife into his sleeve.
I gasp. A knife? Does that mean whoever is at the door is dangerous? Or is Yoongi just taking extra precautions?
Wait a minute. Didn't Yoongi say that this place is safe? This house is supposed to be hidden, right? A safe house. So, who could be at the door at this time of night?
I watch silently as Yoongi opens the door. He immediately freezes after seeing who it is.
