(Yanna POV)

I slowly lock the door as I close off the world for the second time tonight. I sigh and lean my forehead against the wood as my thoughts run wild.

Yoongi. Min Yoongi. He's not who I thought he was. Not even close. He says he didn't lie, but to me... it sounds like he lied about pretty much everything.

So why does my heart still hate me in the way it reacts when I see him? Do I still see parts of him as the transfer boy from Howard High... or do I just wish I did? Still there's some reason I don't actually hate him as much as I'm telling myself.

I slowly walk back to the bed and lie down, my knees pulled to my chest. My heart still pounds like I just ran a marathon. How pathetic am I?

And also, what about--

knock knock knock~~~

My thoughts are interrupted by a knock on my door and a soft voice on the other side.

"Yanna? Look, I just wanna talk things out. Can I come in?"

It's him. It's Yoongi.

I sit up and look towards the door. I wait. Maybe if I don't say anything he'll just leave? Hopefully, he'll just leave?

After a minute or two I hear another knock.

knock knock~~

"Yanna?" Yoongi's voice sounds muffled through the wood, "I guess you don't like me very much right now, huh? Not that I can blame you. Things have been kinda crazy the past two days."

He keeps talking, but I don't want to hear any of it. But for some reason, I also want to see him. Maybe it's because he was my only friend? The only one I really trusted. And now... all I want is a hug from my friend. But I can't even have that.

He's still outside the door, "Please let me in? I just wanna talk. I promise, give me two minutes and you can kick me out."

I lift my pouty lips and stare at the door. I don't speak.

I hear him lean his fist on the frame outside the room and sigh, "Fine. I'll just... leave this cereal here then and go."

I listen. I can hear his footsteps slowly fading away until they disappear. Is he gone?

My stomach screams at me again. Man am I hungry! I wonder if he actually left a bowl of cereal.

Slowly and quietly, I tip toe out of bed and across the floor. Unlocking the door, I count to three before opening it and--

"Yanna, wait!"

"Ah!" I scream and try to close the door when I see him still outside. But Yoongi has his foot blocking the door.

"Please let me talk to you." He begs while holding the door open.

"I cannot believe you just tricked me like that!" I yell at him through the crack in the doorway, "No freaking way! Leave me alone!"

"Let me explain." He tries again.

"I don't need your reasons."

"Then let me--"

"And I for sure as heck don't need your sympathy." I interrupt his pathetic words.

I push and push to close the door, but I'm not strong enough. All the while Yoongi doesn't even look like he's trying. He keeps the door open like it's nothing.

He sighs, leans in and drops his voice to make sure I listen, "Yanna. I know this situation is hard, but we have got to work together on this. You're here for a reason. A good reason. I'm just following orders, so please let me in. I just want to talk, and make sure we're on the same page here."

I scoff, "The same page? We aren't in the same book! Heck, we aren't even in the same library!"

"I get the feeling that you are still upset with me." He says slowly, only making my level of frustration rise.

"You think??"

Yoongi sighs, "Please talk to me?"

I shake my head, still pushing on the door, "I don't want to talk to you." Crap, the tears are coming back.

Yoongi takes a deep breath, "Okay. You don't have to talk. But will you listen for two seconds?" He shoves a small bowl of fruity pebbles through the doorway, "Please?"

I stop and stare at the bowl. My stomach wants to take over my mind, but I fight it for as long as I can....which happens to be exactly thirty-five seconds. I can't resist. I need food.

"Fine." I say, taking the bowl and letting the door open, "Make it quick." I start eating with a slight scowl on my face.

Yoongi watches me devour the deliciousness for a moment before saying, "Listen. My instructions are to keep you safe and keep you alive. Other than that, I'm just as in the dark as you are. But commands are commands, and my commands are to keep you alive so that's what I intend on doing. Please believe me when I say that's all I was told. That's all I know. But I realize that if I'm going to keep you safe, I need your help. I need you to trust me. We need to work together. I know it will be hard at first, but it's my mission, and I intend to keep you alive no matter what it costs me. Okay?"

I stand there, no expression for two seconds, "Wow."

"What?" Yoongi asks nervously. Does he think he said something wrong? Is he...blushing?

I shake my head, "I just-- I don't think I've ever heard you say that many words at one time before."

Yoongi lets out a relieved sigh and slightly smiles at my comment, "Yeah, well. I don't want you to hate me."

I turn to sit on the bed, and leave the door open, "I don't hate you. At least I don't think I do. I'm just..." I chuckle at myself, "Actually, I'm not sure what I am."

Yoongi bites his lip, "Are you...scared of me?"

I look up at him. His eyes look as if they're pleading with mine. I shake my head, and Yoongi lets out the obvious breath he was holding.

"Well," Yoongi rubs his hands together and shows me a flat smile, "Thanks for not hating me. I appreciate it."

I just chuckle a little, "You're not used to this kinda stuff, are you?"

He shrugs, "Is it that obvious?"

I just give him a sympathetic smile and nod. He stands there and gives me a small smile in return. My heart can't take it, so I look away. What is wrong with me?

"Hey, Yoongi?" I finally say to the man standing in my doorway still.

"Yes?" He replies.

"What's so important about me?" I ask without finding his eyes. I know I already asked this question, but it won't leave my mind. I've never been of any significance. So why now? And why my only friend?

"To be honest... I don't know." He admits. This is when my gaze lift to see him shrugging, hands stuffed in his pockets.

"What do you mean you don't know?" I ask hopelessly.

"I mean... I don't know. I just know you're important." He takes one step into the room and sighs, "To me if nobody else."

I blink softly trying to process. What did he just say? No, Yanna. Don't get sucked in by his cute eyes, and deep voice. He's pretending, just like he's always done.

"So, tell me exactly who you are." I ask with a steady voice.

"I'm your protector." He says confidently.

"You can't protect me from everything."

"I can try." He assures me, "And I will."

For some reason, the look in his eyes has me consumed in a feeling of vulnerability. What can I say when I suddenly feel as though I want his protection? I thought I didn't like this guy anymore?! What changed in the five minutes he's been talking? I feel weak again... I don't like feeling weak. But this feeling is different. It's a good kind of weakness. I suddenly don't want him to go anymore.

He nods awkwardly before smiling, "Thanks for letting me talk." He turns to leave.

I don't know why I do this but... "Yoongi?"

"Yes?" He stops and looks back at me.

I shyly spin the spoon in my bowl, "Thanks for the cereal."

He half smirks at me, "Sure thing, Yanna." He takes a slow breath and furrows his brow at me, "Are we okay now?"

I bite my lip nervously and watch his expression before finally answering, "Yeah... maybe."

"Okay." He smiles at me. He starts to leave again but pauses and leans back into the room, "You know... just because you've been told something your entire life doesn't make it true. Whether that's you're unimportant or you're not pretty. Besides... I think you're pretty cool." He shrugs casually.

My heart skips a beat, "T-Thanks, I guess."

He nods and awkwardly waves, "Goodnight." He says quickly and shuts my door on the way out.

I stare at the door frozen in my thoughts for a moment before I can finally respond, "Goodnight..."

I finally release that huge breath that's been locked away behind my chest since Yoongi walked in and instantly stuff my face with the rest of the soggy cereal and now blue colored milk before falling asleep under the sheets.

I still hate him... don't I?

(Yoongi POV)

I think I did okay? I told her the truth, spoke my mind, and I didn't die. I talked like a normal human being, and she doesn't hate me now... right? Today was a success in my opinion. Let's just hope tomorrow goes by without any surprises. But why do I still feel like I'm about to mess up big time?

I make it back downstairs and plop into one of the kitchen table chairs. I sigh and run my hands through my hair, practically ripping the hair from my head.

"One step at a time, Yoongi. One day at a time."

I need sleep for now.

A/N Double update today!