(Yoongi POV)

I think I got about three hours of sleep before I heard a knock at the front door.

Wait...a knock?

To put this in a better perspective. I just heard the knocking at the front door of a safe house used by special agents hidden from society in the woods specifically meant to not be found in order to protect its residents.

So, to say again. I got about three hours of sleep before I heard a knock at the front door.

Slowly, I creep out of bed and sneak my way to the kitchen window. I've been trained to be silent. I've successfully retrieved documents, and stolen items from the hands of the most infamous gangs in Korea without any complications. A knock on the door? Pft, I can handle this.

Honestly, it's probably not anything serious. A wild animal or the wind blowing a branch against the house; it's happened before, and it will most likely happen again. But considering the situation I'm in, I can't afford the luxury of being unsuspecting. I have to assume the worst. For Yanna's sake.

I don't hear another knock though. Maybe it was just my imagination. I peek out the window between the drawn curtains, but there's no one there. I chuckle to myself, "Maybe Yanna is getting to me, and I'm starting to hear things."

I can't take any chances though. I quickly reach into the top kitchen drawer and hide a small knife in my sleeve before getting in position to answer the door. My pulse races. My forehead starts to sweat. But I'm surprisingly calm. I guess I'm used to feeling the adrenaline rush after all these years.

My hand wraps around the doorknob. I take a moment to glance up the stairs at Yanna's closed door. She must have closed it before falling asleep. The time says 3:13am. I hope she's sleeping soundly at least.

I hope all that we said to each other doesn't keep her from sleeping the whole night. I know, for me anyway, the dreams I had tonight weren't exactly what you would call "pleasant". Probably because Yanna happened to be in every one of them. Is she dreaming about me too? Either way, I hope Yanna is having a better night than I am.

With a sharp breath, I open the door.

"Hello, Yoongi. Long time no see."

I can't believe my eyes, "Jung-?"

But I don't have time to register anything before a fist hits my temple, and the once familiar face is replaced with ringing pain inside my head.

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"Yoongi!"

What? Is that... my name?

"Min Yoongi!"

My vision is blurry when I finally manage to open my eyes. The world is spinning relentlessly. I shake my head and blink my eyes until I feel somewhat stable again. Not the first time something like this has happened, but still, I don't necessarily love the feeling of getting hit in the head.

I look up straight and instantly regret it, "Gah!" I groan and roll my head back when I feel the blood rush between my ears. If you've never been knocked out by being slammed in the temple by someone's fist, it's not a comfortable feeling.

I hear a deep chuckle and footsteps coming towards me from across the room, "My, my, my. Min Yoongi." He says my name slowly and with disdain, "You've gotten old, haven't you? One hit, and you're already weak."

I open my eyes wide, and there he is. Standing in all his smugness, the one and only... Jeon Jungkook.

"And you haven't aged a single day." I respond, while trying to determine which twin I see is the real Jungkook, and which is a result of my head still spinning.

He laughs and bends down to my level, "Comfy?"

I fake a smile and nod condescendingly, "Very."

I'm strapped to a chair, my hands tied behind my back, and my legs sprawled out and tired from being dragged. My body has been kicked. I can tell by the pain shooting through my ribs every time I slightly shift to try and loosen the ropes on my wrists. Yeah... I'm very comfy.

I also notice the kitchen knife that was once hidden in my right sleeve is gone.

"Looking for this?" Jungkook smirks and takes a stroll around the room, throwing the knife away across the floor, "A little birdy told me that you are protecting something of great value." He looks at me, "Tell me what is it."

Yanna.

I give him a look of disbelief and shake my head, "You're crazy."

He sighs, "Yes. We established that last time I had you tied to a chair. Do we really want a repeat of the past?"

I flinch at the memory.

"I didn't think so." Jungkook smirks, "So tell me whatever it is that you're protecting, and I'll let you go. Deal?"

I hang my head, knowing my response will earn me a beating or two.

"No."

Jungkook nods towards the large man standing at attention at my side, and next thing I'm spitting the blood left in my mouth from his punch onto my pants.

I look up at the man who just sucker-punched me and smirk, "Tired? Last time you punched harder than that. What happened, Agent 223? Girlfriend leave you for someone with real biceps?"

The guard raises his fist again, but Jungkook stops him with a lift of his palm, "Wait, 223. That's what he wants. If we beat him senseless, he can't talk, and if he can't talk, he can't tell me what he's protecting."

I cough because all I can taste now is blood, and it doesn't taste good. I've never liked the taste of blood. For obvious reasons. It's too... metallic.

Jungkook slowly walks over to me and smirks, "You're a little out of your comfort zone. Aren't you?"

I shrug, "Actually dealing with psychopaths is my favorite past time."

"Oh, no," Jungkook actually chuckles at my response, "I mean, thank you for the complement, but I meant protecting. I discovered one, tiny detail of your assignment, and... you're not killing anyone this time!" He gasps dramatically as if this is the biggest news of the century, "Must feel strange protecting something instead of stealing it."

"It has its moments."

Jungkook's smug expression turns stern, "Tell me what you're hiding."

I shake my head, "Tell me why you care." By this time, the room is stable, and my world makes sense again. Which is good timing because now my favorite part is about to start.

Interrogation and punishment.

The adrenaline rush is unreal. That spiked feeling when you get when your life is on the line. And although we may not be on good terms like we used to be when he worked with me, Jungkook is still one of my favorite people. For different reasons of course. He always saved me from becoming completely numb. Because after a while, the job of an assassin can be pretty boring. You get used to the screaming, the running, the blood. Soon enough, all missions feel the same.

Don't get me wrong, I love my job. Without it, who knows where I would be. Still on the streets? Locked up? Alone? Not alone? I don't know. I also loved working with Jungkook. It used to be my favorite part of the day.

Oh yeah, you guys don't know that part of the story. Well, I'll have to fill you in later. I'm kind of in a situation right now, if you couldn't tell.

Sure enough, a slap stings my cheek just as my thoughts started to organize themselves, "Talk, Yoongi. Tell me what you're hiding."

He really doesn't know? He doesn't know it's Yanna. Whatever I do, I can't let him know I'm protecting a "who" not a "what". And whatever I do, I can't let him know it's Yanna.

I smile up at Jungkook with a burning, hand stained cheek, "You always made my job fun. Good to know you still strive towards excellence."

I know Jungkook, and I know exactly how to push his buttons and make him squirm. His sharp exhales and tightened fists tell me I'm getting closer to breaking him.

"Also, Jungkook," I tilt my head and smirk, "I noticed you're alone. Your girlfriend leave you too?"

Suddenly, his fist flies into the air. I brace myself for the impact but freeze when I see it. Jungkook's sleeve exposes the skin on his wrist when he lifts his hand, and there... tattooed on his left wrist... a black crow.

He stops when he sees me staring. His eyes glance back and forth between my eyes and his wrist I'm staring at. He slowly chuckles, "You like it?"

I shake my head.

Didn't Yanna's father have a tattoo just like that?

Jungkook lowers his hand and pushes his sleeve up more so I can see the complete picture inked on his skin, "Beautiful, don't ya think? Kai gave it to me when I left you."

I have to bite my lip so as not to speak. That memory still taunts me. The way Jungkook just... walked away. Like he didn't even care.

"Speaking of Kai, you two haven't spoken since the whole 'incident' happened," He uses air quotes around the word as if this is still a sensitive subject for me.

It's not. He left. I stayed. There's nothing else that could have been done.

Jungkook continues, "I would love for you two to have a reunion, but since I can't make that happen, I decided to bring in a different guest so as not to disappoint you."

"A different guest?"

The evil grin on Jungkook's face tells me it's exactly what I'm dreading.

"I swear, if you touched her." I growl without even thinking. This just confirms Jungkook's suspicions about some things.

Jungkook smirks. He knows who I'm referring to. And yet, he only nods towards Agent 223, "Bring her in." And the doors creak open behind me after a minute.

I keep staring up at this psychopath while he spreads a huge smile on his face. I can hear whimpers, whispers, and the sound of bare feet being dragged on the cold floor. Within the next two seconds, I realize my worst nightmare is real.

I can tell from the way she cries. I can tell from the way she struggles. I can just tell... it's her.

She is dragged and thrown in front of me, blindfolded, hands bound behind her back, my white t-shirt she's wearing is now stained black from dirt.

"Yanna." I say her name, unconsciously straining against my ties.

She lifts her head, and gasps, "Yoongi! Is that you?" She searches for me by frantically moving her head from side to side, her sight blocked by the blindfold.

"Hey, hey! I'm right here. I'm here." I assure her. Even if I can't reach her, I use my voice to let her know she's not alone.

Yanna immediately lets out a few tears when she hears my voice, her body leaning closer to me like she's searching for me.

I keep pulling and pulling on my restraints while Jungkook laughs, "Look at the way you guys reach for each other! This is pathetic really." He wipes away a fake tear, "I could watch you guys all night."

"Let her go, Jungkook." I demand.

Jungkook steps back and his jaw drops, "Oh? Did you just... command me? I'm not your trainee anymore, Yoongi. Remember that." His voice dropped like a bass at the last words. His eyes narrow, and he scowls at the memories that come rushing back to the both of us.

Those memories haunted me for the longest time. Eventually, I escaped them. Jungkook, from what it seems, hasn't yet. Or maybe he never will.

Jungkook walks to where Yanna is still shaking on her knees. He runs a hand through her hair slowly while every sensation in my bones inflames. She jerks at the unexpected feeling.

"Get your hands off her."

Jungkook scoffs, "Another command! I swear, it's like you want me to touch her." He grips her shoulders and forces her to stand. Yanna yelps, her breath that much heavier now.

She can't see. The rest of her senses must be on overdrive right now. Her sense of smell, hearing... touch.

Jungkook traces his thumb across her jaw and watches her flinch under his touch, "Such a pretty girl. Although you could do with a makeover." He plays with the edge of the shirt that's hanging just to the top of her bare thighs, "I think I have a much more appropriate outfit choice you could wear for me." He whispers into her sensitive ear.

"Jungkook. I'm warning you." I can feel myself ready to explode. With every hand he lays on her, my heart races in a dangerous way. I've never felt this way before. Like I need to get to her before Jungkook lays another finger on her skin, or I might explode.

I dare not even consider the possibility that he has already touched her.

All I know is this new feeling... is giving me strength like I've never experienced. I can feel my wrists slipping from the ropes with every second that passes. The veins in my hands are apparent like daggers as I pull, pull, until I know for a fact it won't be long now until the ropes slip.

No matter how much I feel the desire to steal Yanna away, I have to wait for the perfect moment. This is where the job gets tricky.

He only chuckles, "What are you gonna do? Oh, I know! How about you tell me what you're protecting... or I'll just take little Yanna here to the back room, and we can have a little fun while you try to remember." He looks back at the shaking girl in his arms, "Would you like that, Baby? How about you and me have a little fun?"

No... that's the last straw.

"Shut up! Shut up!" My voice breaks.

Jungkook freezes. He stares at me with wide eyes.

Yanna jumps at my voice.

I've never exploded like that before. Every mission I've ever had, I've always remained calm and cool in these kinds of situations. It must feel like Christmas for Jungkook right now, watching me turn into a complete mess with one slight touch. I don't care if he touches me... the thing is, he's touching Yanna.

"Oh my.... god." Jungkook stares at me with his hands still on Yanna.

"What?" I ask with an annoyed huff a breath.

"You actually care about her, don't you?"

I blush but keep eye contact with the maniac, "You don't know anything."

"Oh, I think I can figure it out. Let's see if my guess is correct." He smirks, "You were assigned to protect this girl from god knows what, and it annoys you how optimistically oblivious she can be while at the same time making you genuinely care about her. Tell me if I'm hot or cold?"

"You're sick."

"But I'm right." He holds up a finger, "Don't worry. I'll be real gentle with her." Jungkook pulls Yanna closer, "If you want me to stop, Yoongi, just say so."

"Stop."

Jungkook cups her face and stares at her blindfolded eyes, "Just say no, and I'll let her go, Yoongi."

"No!" I try again to free myself, my eyes glued to the space between Jungkook and Yanna slowly diminishing.

His lips graze hers for only a second before his teeth sink into her bottom lip, and I hear Yanna whimper from the sudden sting.

He---kissed her.

That small, defenseless whimper is all it took for me to really find my strength.

My chest tightens for a split second before it explodes. With a scream and a pull, the ropes loosen just enough for me to escape and I leap from my chair.

Jungkook quickly pushes Yanna away, and she collapses to the floor, but he doesn't have enough time to brace for my impact.

I pull Jungkook to the ground with me as I tackle him, his body pinned beneath mine like a child. My fist slams down on his jaw once... twice... three times... four times. My words echo with every punch.

"Never...touch...her...again!"

I feel violent, enraged, and absolutely betrayed. My actions are justified. Aren't they? He kissed Yanna! He freaking kissed her!

Jungkook looks up at me with blood dripping from his lips, and a fire behind his eyes, "Oh, I've missed you, Min Yoongi." His fist follows his words as his uppercut to my chin knocks me backwards.

I'm immediately pulled to standing, my feet lifted from the ground when Jungkook's large, army guard holds me up by locking my arms above my head.

Within a few seconds, Jungkook is also back on his feet, "Well, well, well. Did I discover a weakness?"

He steps past Yanna who is now motionless on the floor. She probably passed out from the initial shock. That's good. I don't need her to be awake for this next part.

Jungkook's fist hits my gut, and I groan from the impact.

He frowns at me before using my shirt to wipe away the blood on his face.

"You..." I gasp for the breath that was knocked out of me, "... can do better than that."

Jungkook smirks, "If you insist."

Of course, getting beaten to near death doesn't feel good. But the longer I can keep Jungkook distracted the better. Even now, my mind is racing to come up with a way to escape. But more than that, the longer Jungkook is focused on me, the less he's focused on Yanna.

Another... and another... and another...

Punch after punch, my body grows weaker. I thought I was better than this. No, I am better than this. Jungkook smiles the entire time.

My eyes always find themselves staring at the figure on the floor. Small. Helpless. Dirty. Hurt. Yanna lies there unconscious and unknowingly beautiful. It may seem weird to consider her beautiful in this state, but to me, right now she is beautiful because she is the most important person in the room. And I swear on my life, I will not let Jungkook take her from me.

Jungkook pauses after a few minutes, and rolls his wrist, "Had enough?"

I shake my head without a word.

"Talk!" Jungkook screams in my face, obvious frustration pushing him close to the edge.

I look up and glance at Yanna once more before I find Jungkook's eyes, "You hurt her. So, you don't get a word out of me. But... if you let her go... I'll tell you anything you want to know." I try to bargain with him.

"How can I know you'll keep your word?" He crosses his arms and scowls.

I lift my head and stare into his depraved, iniquitous eyes, "You have my word. ONLY... if Yanna goes free. Just let me talk to her first so she doesn't try to come back for me."

Jungkook huffs a few breaths, and hits me once more just for good measure, "Put him down." He orders, and my body drops through the air.

I cough and struggle to breath as I sit on the ground. Sure, I still have some strength left, but you never let your enemy know what you have and what you don't. Lesson number one.

Jungkook squats down to where I am and holds up three fingers, "I am giving you three minutes. Don't squander them, Min Yoongi."

I nod, and hold up an okay sign, "Sure thing, boss." I mock him. I'm actually surprised Jungkook is compromising at all. He must be feeling generous today.

He snaps his fingers and his henchman opens the door for him. He tells his bodyguard to watch the door before walking out. Agent 223 stands inside the room after locking the door back, watching my every move as instructed.

I was hoping to have a moment with Yanna alone, but I guess things are going to have work like this.

This is my chance. Three minutes. I have three minutes to pull off the greatest escape plan in history.

A/N another update cuz I felt like it.