(Yanna POV)

"Yoongi?" I whisper, tip toeing through the darkness, "Where are you?"

I don't hear a sound. It's just insanely dark. Everywhere I turn, it's as if I'm lost between worlds. It's smells like sin, but that's not even the worst part. The worst part about where I am is the way my feet are randomly knocked from under me, and I feel like I'm falling for miles.

I gasp and start a loud cry when the ground disappears, and my body goes weightless as it falls through pitch blackness.

"Ahhh!" My eyes shoot open, and I sit up only to come face to face with a white painted wall.

I'm panting like a dog, and my heart is pumping like crazy. I look around the room I find myself in and hold my breath. Where am I? Quickly, I search for my glasses, sliding them on my face when I find them on a bedside table.

The room looks pretty normal, although I don't recognize it. White walls, dark blue baseboards to match my comforter. I'm sitting in a bed, one of the few pieces of furniture in the room, along with a dresser, mirror, and the bed side table. There's a window, but it's pitch black outside.

That's it. Nothing else. No sign to give me a hint as to where I am or if this is still earth. I don't remember exactly what happened before I passed out. I just remember going home and seeing... that's it!!

My house... destroyed. Utterly demolished. But by who? I remember the couch being torn to shreds, glass spread on the ground, ash filling my lungs.

"Mom? Dad?" I ask for them out loud.

The blankets are thrown from my body, and I swing my legs around to-- what am I wearing?

I look down at my feet swinging off the bed, peaking out from beneath a small white dress. No.. this is a shirt. A t-shirt? When did...

My face heats up when I come to a realization.

Yoongi. The last face I remember seeing before falling asleep. There was Yoongi, my broken home, a handkerchief, and then--

I cover my mouth to hide my gasp. Yoongi did this? My eyes start to dart back and forth as I put things together. Yoongi... it was all him!

My heart races three times faster than my sock feet move once they hit the floor.

I have to get out of here.

(Yoongi POV)

24 hours earlier

"Yanna." I finally say after watching her stare at the house for too long. I know she won't understand why, but I have to get her out of here.

She quickly turns around to see me, her eyes widen when they find mine, "Yoongi? What are you--"

"We need to go." I step to her and offer her my hand. She doesn't take it immediately, and my adrenaline kicks in.

I sigh when a tear falls down her cheeks, "We're leaving now." I say with a jerk of my hand.

Yanna shakes her head and takes a step back from me. I can see the fear in her eyes. There's no way to make her come with me. But I know if I leave her here, she's in danger. The people who started this fire could still be here and most likely are. The faster and farther I can get Yanna away from this house, the better. But she just isn't cooperating.

"Leave me alone." She chokes.

"Yanna-- fine."

This girl isn't going to trust me. Not after today, and her weird behavior after the fight, and now with this. I have no choice. Not like I want to drug her, of course not. But how else to make her shut up and follow me?

I pull out the handkerchief and take a slow step towards her.

"Yoongi? No... no!"

I muffle her last words by cupping the back of her head and holding the white cloth to her nose and mouth. I wrap my other arm around her and hold her arms to her chest while she's pressed up against me.

Soon enough her body goes limp, and her knees buckle underneath her. The struggling stops. I catch her before she can fall completely.

"Whoops, okay, there we go." I lift her legs into my other arm, as her head falls onto my chest.

Her eyes are softly closed. Yeah, she's peaceful enough. She'll be fine. If I can just get her to the Safe House. I know the chief told me he doesn't want Yanna taken there, but what am I supposed to do? I'm sure the chief wasn't expecting Yanna's house to be broken into, and who knows what happened to her parents? I was trained to make in the moment, on the field, my own instinct decisions so that's what I'm doing.

This is for Yanna. This is to protect her.

I look down at her gentle, still eyelids. Carefully, I lean down and use my nose to push her glasses up her face, my nose just barely brushing hers.

"You're okay." I whisper even though she can't hear me.

Once she's set to go, I carry her out of the wreckage and past the curb. The police will be here soon, no doubt. I'm surprised they haven't shown up yet. Slowpokes.

Yanna is very light as I expected. I noticed how small she was the moment I saw her picture, but she's a little taller than I originally thought. I suppose she gets that from her dad.

Oh yeah... her dad. I was thinking about him before. To be more specific, I was thinking about his tattoo. I swear he's involved in this, I just have to figure out how. Yanna's mother is probably just as important too. Ah, but I can't worry about them right now. First thing's first, and Yanna comes first.

She doesn't move the entire time I'm carrying her. I can hear the sirens sound in the distance once I'm far enough away, but they don't wake Yanna. Instead, she lays curled up and silent in my arms. She's a lot easier to deal with when she's asleep, and a lot less annoying.

I bounce her in my arms as I get ready for the trek back to the safe house. It's only a little ways away, but it's deep enough in the woods so no one will find us. Yanna will be safe there, now that I have an idea of what I'm protecting her from...or rather WHO I'm protecting her from.

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Yanna is asleep for hours. I made some food for her just in case she woke up before the morning, but she slept the whole night. So, I decided to eat it instead. No point in letting perfectly good food go to waste.

When we had gotten back to the safe house, I took her to the spare bedroom upstairs and laid her down.

"Finally." I sighed once my arms were finally free. I look down at the girl dressed in a school uniform, tilted glasses, and a turtleneck sweater so big she could suffocate. I shake my head. Yes, it's winter, but she can't possibly be comfortable in those clothes.

I pulled her shoes off, replacing her soaked through socks with my own spare ones, and slipped her out of her bottoms. I also switched her icy sweater with an old t-shirt I never wear anymore. Don't worry, she's wearing a tank top so don't be getting any dirty thoughts. I'm trained for this too remember? Even though my main position is hit-man, every agent is trained in basic medical procedures.

I pulled the blanket over her, and put her glasses on the bedside table before softly closing the door.

It's been over twelve hours since then, and I haven't heard a single noise. Man, this girl can really sleep. I respect that.

Wait... I take that back. Those are footsteps. She's awake.

I sit with my back to the stairs and wait.

(Yanna POV)

My gentle steps can't possibly be heard as I make my way down the stairs. This house is so old. Who knows what could be around these corners.

Half way down the stairs... I see him. Yoongi. Sitting with his back to me, a book in his hands.

"Okay.." I tell myself, "This is the time to be brave, Yanna."

I come up with a plan, and put it into action. My hand quietly wraps around a small lamp sitting in the corner before creeping up behind Yoongi, ready to hit him and make a run for it.

Maybe this seems a little violent, but think about my situation! A guy transfers to my school, makes me trust him, lies to me, and then drugs me and kidnaps me?! Uh, no! I am getting out of here no matter what. No way I'm believe anything this man says to me now.

I raise the lamp up... aim... and... now!

My eyes close, and my arm slams down to attack, but is stopped when Yoongi stands and turns just in time to catch my wrist still in the air.

"Good morning, Princess." He says.

"What?! How?! He couldn't possibly have heard me!"

I struggle to pull my arm away, but Yoongi just casually takes the lamp from my hand and places it down before releasing me.

He stares at me for a few moments before opening his mouth to speak, "Now, look, Yanna--"

But I don't stick around for the rest of his little speech. In a split second, I run to the front door. But I don't even make it three steps before Yoongi's arms wrap around my middle, lift my feet from the ground and start carrying me away. He sighs in my ear as if annoyed by my attempts to escape.

"Nooo! Let me go! You're insane!" I scream and kick and struggle, but it's no use. This guy has me trapped. Then he plops me down in the seat he was just in before leaning over me, his hands slamming down on either side of the chair. This makes me jump, tears are forming in my eyes by now.

"Yanna!" His dominating voice scares me to sit still, staring up at his stern eyes peering into mine, "Stop running away from me, and listen for two split seconds, okay?"

"You're crazy!" I yell in his face.

He continues, "I know this scares you, but I need you to trust me. You don't understand what's happening to you, to your parents, but I promise that if you will just shut up for two seconds, I will explain."

I shake my head, a few of those scared tears escaping, "How can I trust you, Yoongi? If Yoongi is even your real name!"

The deep, frustrated groan that comes from the back of Yoongi's throat tells me he isn't happy with me. But you know what, I'm not exactly in the mood to go on an afternoon picnic with this guy either.

"Yanna," He says a little calmer, trying to keep from raising his voice at me too much, "Yoongi is my real name, and I promise I am not going to hurt you. You don't have to trust me, but you have to listen to me." The look in his eyes catches me in a small moment. He's begging me to stop screaming. Somehow, that look in his eyes catches me and holds me where I am.

I take a deep breath and compose myself, "Make it quick." I sniffle. My heart rate is crazy. Was Yoongi always this kind of character, and I just never saw it until now, or how did the once innocent, sweet transfer boy suddenly change so much in one afternoon? Either way, this is not the Yoongi I thought I knew. That scares me even more.

"Good." Yoongi sighs deeply, standing up straight, "Now pay attention. I won't be repeating myself."