YG Protection Program

Chapter 3

Dara POV
I exited the car and noticed how luxurious all the shops here were. Bom took my hand and dragged me to a shop that looked absolutely amazing, and also very expensive. the little gold bell rang as we opened the door, and Bom was greeted,while I was shot a dirty glance.
"She's my childhood friend Carla."
"Ah. Sorry miss."
The glare turned into a smile.
"Clingy fans are always in search if Miss Bom here."
She justified.
I looked around the glorious shop. Dresses and shirts and pants neatly hung on silver racks, in sections. Me and Bom walked over to the dress section, and started looking through the beautiful gowns. I saw one that was silver, strapless, and just plain gorgeous. I looked at the price tag,and suddenly, it wasn't so gorgeous anymore. I couldn't let Bom pay for that! She eyed the dress I was examining, and picked it off the rack, shoving it into my hands and turning me towards the dressing room.
"You'd turn heads in this dress."
She said as she grinned. I gulped and walked into the dressing room. Wow. Even the dressing room is fancy. I slid the dress off the hanger, and took off my clothes, examining the scars of my childhood ridden on my side, and stomach.  

~Flashback, 7th grade ~

I ran across the corner, trying to escape the boys. They had always been trouble makers, but I didn't think they were capable of trying to kill anyone! They started coming closer, running with the knifes, holding a strong grip on them. The leader threw his knife, and it barely sliced my earlobe, creating a small cut. I clutched my ear in pan, which slowed me down. Three of the 12 boys sprinted ahead of the others, and grabbed my arms, pulling me to a stop. The leader stepped out from the others, and praised the three that firmly held me. I tried to squirm out, but to no avail. They had an iron grip. First, the man slapped me.  Then, he continued to punch and kick me.

"Boys, go all out."

The boys holding a grip on me shoved me to the ground, right onto a broken beer bottle, which dug right into my side. Then, they all came at me, kicking me, and punching me until my whole body was purple. As soon as they  heard police cars, they dashed out of the ally, but one stayed behind and whispered in my ear,

"You can't live."

Right before he quickly stabbed me in the back, then running, leaving me pretty much dead.

~End of flashback~

I shook at the memory. Those boys were famous in our middle school, even though they were seniors. Right after I recovered from the hospital, my mom and I moved all the way across the country. SO, I never knew if those bastards got caught. My thoughts were thankfully interrupted by Bom, who knocked on the door. I opened it, wearing the dress, and she smiled.

"I was right. You'll turn heads."

 I stayed silent, and got back into my regular clothes.

"Are you ready?"

"Yeah. But don't you have to get a dress?"

"I have one already."

She said as she walked me up to the front counter. The same lady greeted us, and apoligized yet again for the look she gave me earlier. Bom purchased the dress, and handed me the bag.

"Shall we go get some lunch?"

She asked. I nodded, and we walked across the street to a small restaurant. When we entered, I saw 3 men in suits, with sunglasses, eyeing me. One whispered something to another before they approached me. 

"Are you Sandara Park?"

"Neh."

"You'll have to come with us."

Bom stepped in front of me, with her arms out.

"She's not going anywhere with you Leo."

"Ah, Ms. Bom. I finally see you again."

The man named Leo said.He then pulled out a knife and dashed at Bom, but she grabbed his wrist, twisted it, and kicked him to the ground.

Stay away from us."

She spat.

He gestured to the other 2, and they walked out of the store, glancing back once at me.

"What the hell was that?"

"Bad people. Always looking for this girl they claim stole something from them."

"Can I hear more?"

"Neh. But not here. And one more person should be present. We'll talk about this hen we let CL know about this."

"Is something bad going to happen?"

"If we're not careful, then yes."

She signaled to drop the conversation by changing the subject.

"I'm not that hungry anymore."

"Me either."

We just decided to go on home. On the way, she was frantically texting somebody. When we arrived at her mansion, we entered, and the gates closed, a barrier enclosing us from outside the gate.

"We'll be safe here."

She led me inside, and to my surprise, I saw CL sitting on the couch.

"Who was there?"

"Leo, Kris and Taeyang."

"Shit."

"Okay, can somebody please tell me what's going on?"

I asked, clueless. Bom gestured to the sofa, and I sat, her and Chae across from me.

"Those three men were from a very dangerous company called Bewze Entertainment."(I made it up don't judge) 

CL started.

"They are apart of a group of 12 men, who are searching for something, and are willing to kill to get it. The way they approached you, made it seem like it is you they're after. I've seen this happen before. It does not end well."

Bom finished, leaving me absolutely clueless.

"W-Why do they want me? Me of all people?"

Bom looked at CL, before facing me yet again.

"Dara... have you heard stories about the Exon royal family?"

"Of course, in every history book ever."

"Well, you are one of the only ones in the world who have Exon blood in you. Bewze comes from the Bewze royal family, who are complete rivals, Bewze being the vilonet, evil one. They turned into a company, and want to hunt down every Exon in this world. All 12 of the boys have Bewze blood. Therefore, they are the execution team, who's job is to capture and kill every Exon-blodded human on this planet."

I gulped. Why had my mom not told me about this?

"Starting tomorrow, we needto take you out of school, and enroll you in the YG team. There, you'll be taught fighting skills, and various other hings to help keep you alive."

They both pulled out badges, with a YG on them. The other part said: 'YG Protection Program' on it.

"Our job is to protect you at all costs."

They both said at the same time.

My god..

How the Hell did I get into this mess?