Min Yoongi stared at the field. His senses were completely oblivious to its surroundings. There were a few people practicing on the wide-ranged field.

The cool breeze had made his hair - that reached slightly past his ears - sway.

Gun practice, huh? He thought when seeing the 'explosive' weapons. A bored Yoongi observed those who were shooting, while listening to his companion.

Yoo Ki-hyun: his childhood friend since six years old. He was always there for Yoongi.

Not really.

At the start of their friendship, Ki-hyun wasn't the friendliest. After some complications, they finally got along and ended up becoming best friends. The reasoning behind their growing friendship was due to a few incidents in the past.

Ki-hyun was there for him when the world threw garbage all over him. He didn't help much, but at least he was there.

A for effort.

"The masked killer mainly uses a knife when attacking. We haven't approached him, but there were many victims we could get information from. Two things became apparent." Ki-hyun walked towards one of the empty practice spots. He took a gun from a table filled with them and bullets.

"First, he aims for his target's legs, so they won't be able to escape," he stated casually, which made one wonder just how long he'd been in this company.

Albeit, Yoongi looked equally unfazed by the information.

"Second," Ki-hyun aimed at the dummy, "he only targets teenage girls."

The gun fired as soon as he pulled the trigger. A powerful and loud 'bang' was heard, which brought attention to them.

A follow-up shot to the head brought Yoongi out of his blank state.

"That's Yoo Ki-hyun!"

"Wow, his shots are amazing as ever!"

Yoongi scoffed at the comments. "You're quite popular here." His eyes trailed off to the practice dummy and what he saw was no joke.

"Hey," Yoongi called.

Ki-hyun hummed in response with a proud expression.

Yep, no joke.

The single bullet had hit the dummy right on target. Yoongi wasn't sure what Ki-hyun's version of 'target' was though.

"You seriously just shot the-" Yoongi was interrupted by Ki-hyun shushing him.

"Anyway, your turn."

Yoongi's head snapped at his childhood friend. His eyes widened, "Wait, what? Aren't there stages to this?"

"Just try. It's a safe zone, after all. I would appreciate it if you don't point it at me," Ki-hyun said, holding the dangerous weapon out to him. Yoongi was hesitant and skeptical.

He glared intensely at the gun with a frown. What am I getting myself into?

"What? Are you scared?" Ki-hyun teased.

"You know that doesn't work on me," stated Yoongi.

"Okay, I just want to see if you can hit the target," Ki-hyun confessed as he pointed at the dummy's head.

"What's in it for me?" Yoongi inquired expectantly. Besides going to jail.

Ki-hyun looked as if he was thinking. His eyes seemed to lighten-up as an idea struck him. "If you hit the target, I'll take any punishment you give me," he said and snapped his finger.

Yoongi didn't look convinced. "And if I lose?"

"If you can't at least hit the target then..." Ki-hyun hummed, trying to think of a perfect match to his bet. Something different from his condition.

Got it!

Ki-hyun smiled weirdly, which Yoongi definitely did not like.

"If you lose then... you have to dress-up as a girl for the whole mission!"

➵

Yoongi still questioned how he ever accepted such a bet. He fell into that dirt-hole and easily at that.

He opened his onyx coloured eyes. An arm was placed over his forehead in an attempt to relax himself. The night was a rough one. He only ended up sleeping at seven... in the morning.

"What's the time?" He slowly lifted his heavy body up to check his phone. He groaned once he got his answer.

Eight in the morning. One hour of sleep. Wonderful.

He internally groaned.

And what time did I finish packing? Twelve...? No, it was close to four in the morning.

He'd been sulking in bed for three hours before he was able to sleep. His actions from the day before replayed every time he was on the brink of falling asleep.

The day he'd actually slept was a miracle itself. After that day - the incident - his sleeping patterns was chaotic. Chaotic, however, was an understatement. It wasn't like it ever was normal in the first place. Yoongi noticed that his sleeping schedule only became even more messed up.

Was it stress?

Probably.

He put it at the back of his mind and forced himself to get moving. Saturdays were usually his days off from everything, but he had no groceries. This wasn't one of those 'usual' days, that was established long ago.

The apartment he just moved into was assigned to him. 'Home' was pretty empty since he just moved in. Not much was there except his belongings and he didn't own a lot of things. Only the musts and necessities, such as clothes, toiletries and most importantly a bed.

In conclusion, he just needed to get the things you could easily buy.

"Bye bed, see you later," he said his farewells to his comfortable bed. Slow and heavy steps to the bathroom was an effort for him. Albeit, now he'd gotten used to it and that was all thanks to the training he received.

But it doesn't change how much he hated getting out of his warm fluffy blankets.

Later on, Yoongi was finished and ready to head out of the apartment. 'Mentally ready' was a whole other story.

His hair was simply put into a loose ponytail, while opening the door. The door was shut behind him and locked.

➵

Surroundings wasn't much Yoongi payed mind to. In most cases, he was fully focused on the goal. Get in, buy what you need and get out. That was his original plan, so he done just that. What he didn't expect was a complete stranger confronting him in a friendly chat.

"Hello," the girl greeted formally, "Aren't you attending the same high school as me?"

Honestly, Yoongi would've tried to ignore her, but he didn't. There was one simple reason; he was known as a girl to society. He was told to be as friendly as possible to everyone.

Yoongi glanced at the short teen. She looked at him with a bored expression, reflecting Yoongi's one. He looked her up and down, but he didn't recognize her.

She tilted her glasses, "Min Yoon Ji, right?"

Yoongi only nodded, trying to keep chatter to a minimum. Frankly, he had a bitter image on rich people. Maybe he was somewhat judgmental about them, but he wouldn't admit it. He genuinely thought they were bad. That's why he dreaded befriending those boys.

"Not like you asked, but here's some unnecessary information. My name is Lee Hae Won," she said nonchalantly.

There was silence between the two right after her introduction. Yoongi found her personality... familiar.

He had no idea why she kept following him. Did she live close by? In the same neighborhood? He glanced at the girl only to get a view of her shoulder-length brown hair. Her matching brown eyes moved to his side and he immediately looked down at the ground. Eye contact would be a pain and awkward.

Instead of watching the ground to ease the awkwardness, he'd noticed something else. Her leg had this limp to it or an irregular movement.

He'd take all his socializing energy to speak. "Did you hurt your leg?" He asked, taking his eyes off of it. 

"Oh? Not exactly," she looked around the empty streets warily, "If I tell you what happened would you promise to not tell."

Yoongi was still wondering if he should answer. Whatever.

He nodded slowly.

"Okay." She nodded. "I'm only telling you because you seem new here. I'm warning you."

Warning me?