First Love (Book 1 of the Corrupt Series)

Save Me PT2

I finished playing an easy song Yoongi taught me on his brown piano. It makes me sad to think if Yoongi weren't a rebel, he would've never figured out his immense musical talent. In our world, since everyone is equal, there is no such thing as special talent. Dumb people are treated normally. Just like how geniuses are also treated normally. The whole system is shit.

I looked over at Yoongi who was nodding his head, approvingly. "You'll be great in no time," he said, flipping his hair to the side. But wait... his hair... It wasn't black... it wasn't white. It wasn't red, orange, yellow, blue, purple, brown, or even indigo, all the colors I already learned and seen. So it had to be...

"Yoongi, is your hair green by any chance?" I asked.

Yoongi grins. "Yeah. You can see all the colors now!" he says, patting my head. "Congratulations, Yura."

I giggled. "Thanks," I sigh as I plop down on the couch in his room where the piano is also located. Yoongi wanders over and sits on the couch too. We've gotten very close these past few months at COLOR.

Very close as in friends... Though I have to admit... I've started to like this guy a bit more than a friend. He was so well-put together and smart... He was just different from anyone I had known in my whole life.

However, our relationship was strictly based on friendship or co-working. All Yoongi was doing was help me train for an upcoming mission to bring another person to be involved in COLOR. His name was V.

And we'd be taking him to COLOR tomorrow.

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"Yura, you're going to walk up to him and just drag him into the car," Yoongi told me. "Literally do what I did to you."

"Yeah... but I only followed you because I thought I was being handled by the government authority," I confessed, sighing.

Yoongi laughed quietly. "Then act as if you are government authority."

"Ugh. So I just have to act like a douche."

"Precisely."

Slowly, I stepped out onto the beautiful green grass in the backyard of V's house. It was so nice to see color...

I see a man, or maybe a boy, sleeping in the sun on the grass. I walk up to him, straightening out my formal outfit. The boy jerks awake when I block the sunlight. He gasps and looks around.

"V, you are to follow me," I said, holding out my hand. V looks around again like someone is going to save him.

"No," he says, glaring up at me.

Oh god, this is going to be harder than I thought.

V stands up. "If you're going to arrest me, so be it," he said. "But you directors are sick."

Oh, he thinks I'm actually the authority. I stifled a laugh. "I'm not a director," I said. "At least not a director in this world."

V's gaze softens and he cocks his head. "Then a director of what?"

"Mission coordinator director in a certain organization..." I trail off, quietly looking around. There might be officers watching or even listening.

V nods, seeming to get it. "I've heard of you people," he says, grinning. "I was wondering when you guys would find me."

I smile. "Great, you're familiar of this. Follow me." I walk V into the familiar car I was dragged in by Yoongi months ago.

Yoongi is waiting in the front seat of the car and V and I take the back. From then on, V just won't shut up about how excited he is to finally rebel against the crappy world. Other than the fact that my ears feel like bleeding from listening to V's loud voice scream on and on, it feels nice to have someone be so talkative.

It also feels nice to succeed my first mission.