I don't remember much after the fall. I woke up in this large bed. The room color was very vibrant. Bright blues and purples lined the walls. The sheets were silk and white as snow. I managed to sit up and the door opened. The man from earlier walked in. The man reached down, took no notice of me, and pulled a knife where it was strapped on his thigh, below his overly large hoodie. The man ruffled his blonde hair, which highlighted his pale skin. He stretched out and yawned like a cat. The man tossed the knife without looking and it hit the center of the target on a wall. The man then took notice of me, we made eye contact. I wanted to hide, or at least throw myself out of the window. "You're awake.", said the man. I swallowed. "Don't worry. I won't hurt you. Not in the way you fear anyway.", said the man. "W-who are you?", I said. "I am the one. Your protector. Your god. Your master. Take your pick." "That doesn't answer my question and you know it!" The man chuckled and sighed deeply, "I have a feeling we will get along like a house on fire. The names Min Yoongi, welcome to the Bulletproof Headquarters." Bulletproof Headquarters? Yoongi. I liked how the name rolled off the tongue. Yoongi walked further into the room an opened two doors. A closet. He then walked in. He came back a few second later with a few things in his hands. A white bandana, a set of throwing knives, a bottle of what looked like tear gas, another bottle that contained contacts, a small transmitter that went in your ear, and a pair of gloves. He set them on the bed and sat down next to the pile. "Listen. Whats your name?" "Park Jimin." "Listen. Jimin, you can't stay here and not be useful, that's how you get killed off easily. I want to train you to be an assassin. Being prey, you can go to that side and not get caught easily. You being a mouse, your style is very quiet but timid. Training can help with that." "If I refuse?", I snapped. Yoongi smiled creepily, "If you refuse, I will have no choice, but to kill you and erase any sign that you existed, including your family and friends. Trust me, you don't want that much blood spilled because of one stupid decision." "You can't do that!" "I can. I will." I started to cry, images of Jin-hyung, Jungkook-ah, and I ran through my head. Yoongi then opened the door and left the room. I heard a tap on the window. I got up and opened it and there was Jungkook. Jungkook gathered me in his arms. I was never happier to see that little brat. I started to cry into his chest. Jungkook held me until I calmed down. "How did you?" "I followed you hyung. They didn't make that fence prey proof, no predator can jump as high as I can." I chuckled and ruffled Jungkook's hair. "There is no way to hide here Kook-ah. They already know you are here. We have to find Jin-hyung." I took a deep breath and concentrated hard. I found Jin-hyung's scent amidst all the rest. He was on this floor. I grabbed Jungkook by the hand and we ran out of there. The room hallways was small and elevator doors stood before us. Just as Jungkook was about to press the button, the elevator dinged. Instinctively we hid, we opened the door back to Yoongi's room. However, we were too slow. "What do we have here?", an unfamiliar voice said.
