Keep me secret

Chapter 19: "The door is listening."

(Yoongi POV)

Three.

The most important number in existence right now.

Three minutes. To pull off the greatest escape plan in history.

Yanna is trusting me. I can't lose her again. She's standing in front of me with her blindfold tightly gripped in her hands. I can see the fear in her eyes, and yet, she keeps standing tall because I asked her to. This is my chance...so I gotta make it count.

(Yanna POV)

"O-Okay... I trust you."

Did I really just say that? Is that even true? I honestly don't know who or what or how anything makes sense right now. My own thoughts don't even make sense right now! All I know for sure is that Yoongi is desperately trying to save us. He kept his mouth shut the entire time Jungkook hit him, kicked him, and god knows what else he did to Yoongi. But as soon as Jungkook's attention turned to me, Yoongi spoke up and even attacked.

Just thinking about it makes it hard for me to breathe. I'm trying to keep a confident facade, but I'm failing miserably. I can't keep myself from shaking.

Yoongi has been subtly scanning the room, taking mental notes of every detail. His sight pauses on a few items including the blindfold in my hands, the gas tanks on the opposite wall, and a small reflective blade on the ground. I know that his brain working overtime has paid off when a small smirk lands on his lips. Quickly, he turns to me, "Yanna, can you do something for me?" He asks as he catches my attention fast and keeps it right in his eyes where he wants it.

I nod just as quickly, "Y-Yeah, of c-course."

He signals to the other side of the room with just his eyes and whispers, "Do you see the blade on the floor?"

"Why? What does he want me to do with that?"

Okay, it was fine seeing all those big fancy weapons in Yoongi's Safe House because I knew for a fact that I was never going to use them, and hopefully, I was never going to see Yoongi use any of them. Good to know that confidence is crashed!

I swiftly dart my eyes to the side and catch a glimpse of the knife. It's blurry, but I can see a general outline of some kind of object on the floor that must be what he's referring to.

Yoongi bites his lip for a moment... is that a hint of excitement in his eyes? Maybe it's just the adrenaline rush. He starts with his instructions, "Okay. I'm going to distract the guard. I need you to get that knife and--"

Yoongi pauses when I flinch (not that I meant to or anything). Honestly, I can't stop myself from shaking!

I didn't expect him to notice, but he did.

"Hey," Yoongi's voice lowers to a soft mono toned hum almost. A soothing, reassuring hum that makes me feel more sleep deprived than I ever was, "We're gonna be fine." He assures me.

But even with his calming words flooding over my ears, I still can't steady my rapid heartbeat, "I'm just scared." I admit.

If I'm honest, I don't expect Yoongi to react to my confession. Yoongi obviously has been in places worse than this before. As long as I survive and he "protects" me, he's done his job. He shouldn't care about how I'm feeling right now when there are much more pressing matters at hand.

But then he carefully takes my hands in his and gently squeezes my fingers, "I promise. I'm going to get you out of here. I will never let anything happen to you."

"Yoongi?"

My chest relaxes automatically, and I take in a deep breath, "I trust you, Yoongi."

"And I trust you, Yanna. Are you ready now?"