Y/N has never had a picture-perfect life. When she was just a small child, her parents died in a tragic plane crash - leaving only her and her older brother to fend for themselves. She was bullied, too. Why, you may be asking? She's different, an ou...
The past few weeks have been, simply put, absolute tourture. I've recently been getting any sleep at all. I've been having nightmares-just like I thought-about that first mission I went on. I've woken up crying and in a cold sweat at least every other night. I'm trying my best to forget about it, but no matter how much I attempt to push it to the back of my mind, it always sneaks its way back to the front of my head as soon as I lay down for some rest. They even forgot my birthday. I mean, what did I expect? At least my friends remembered.. and Jimin remembered too.
I'm tired of all of this, and I need to go somewhere other than my room. I know I'm not allowed to leave the building without permission, but I'm sure they'll let me if I ask. I just need a change of environment, and the courage to ask.
About ten minutes goes by, and I've been standing by the door, reaching out for the handle, but yanking my hand away as soon as it gets too close. I reach out and finally make contact with the metal doorknob. I slowly twist it, and open the door. From the quiet chatter coming from the living room, I know they have yet to leave for work. I silently make my way towards the end of the hall, and once they see me, their conversation comes to a stop. I look around like a lost puppy, too scared to say anything yet. They all look at me, waiting for me to speak.
"What's wrong, Y/N?" Jimin asked, walking towards me, his hands stuffed in his pockets.
"C-Could I maybe g-go to the park today? I-I've had a lot on my mind and I-I just wanna get outs-side.." I stumble over my words, keeping my eyes anywhere but his absolutely gorgeous face.
"I'd be more than happy to go with you," He smiles, his eyes turning into little half moons that made me blush ever so slightly. "Would that be okay, Namjoon?" He questions as he turns around to face the others.
"No. This mission is important and we need you there. Y/N would be great to have along, too-she can come with us today," Namjoon says, and I want to cry. I can't tell them no, there's no way I'm doing that.
"Are you sure it'd be the best for her to join? The last time she went I had to take her to the car early. She looked like she was gonna be sick," Jimin reminds them, and I'm thankful he brought that up.
"She won't have to see any dead bodies if we stay quiet. As long as Jungkook doesn't fire his gun like an idiot again, we'll be just fine." Namjoon said, still hanging on to what Jungkook did.
"I didn't mean to! It was a reflex-I saw a guy and I shot him. It's my job," Jungkook defends, upset about it.
"Calm down, Kook. I know it was an accident," He clarifies, "But, you should go get ready. We're leaving in fifteen minutes."
I simply nod and turn to go back down the hall, not wanting to protest his choice. I go straight to the closet when I reach my room and put on a black outfit.
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[time skip]
I'm stuck between Taehyung and Jin-and it's terrible. I've made myself as small as possible, yet it does nothing. I don't wanna be here, I'm yet again shoved between two of the most deadly men in the country, and I haven't talked to Jackson in, like, forever. Life couldn't be any worse. We've been in the car for at least an hour. I don't know where we're going, and I never do. I remember seeing this road before, so I can only assume we're going back to Incheon. I can only hope that it's not that stupid warehouse. I bet it smells awful from the rotting bodies that fill that small room. Maybe medics removed them and gave them a proper burial. If not, I wouldn't even be able to step foot in that place or within a 100-mile-radius of it.
