(Yanna POV)

6 hours earlier

It's hard to sleep. Not because the bed is uncomfortable, or I feel weird sleeping in Yoongi's shirt. Actually, his shirt is really soft. But that's not the point. The point is the ceiling.

Yes, the ceiling.

The ceiling is too high, which means the shadows are too dark, which means the room looks haunted, which means the house is haunted, which means the woods are haunted, and this whole situation is haunted! I. Feel. Haunted!

Sorry. I went a little overboard.

Point is. Even with Yoongi sleeping downstairs, and even though he's proven that he's going to protect me...I still shake.

I shake because I don't know what's going to happen now. I shake because I don't know what the truth is. Do I just sit here now? Do I just stay in this house until hopefully one day Yoongi tells me I can leave? I'm a hostage. No other way to put it. I am being kept here against my will, against my own rights, and against my word, as a hostage.

And Yoongi doesn't even care.

I miss my parents. When I was little, they used to hold me and rock me back and forth, kinda like a dance until I fell asleep. Now that time seems so far away. Everything that has happened in the past forty-eight hours has shook me to my core, and I can't even imagine where my parents are right now.

For real! I have no idea where they are or what they've gotten themselves into. Does all this have something to do with them? Are they the reason Yoongi showed up in the first place? I never considered the three of them being connected somehow, but I guess it makes sense.

God, I need sleep. I'm starting to think crazy things.

The night noises somewhat calm me. I can hear them outside the house. The chirp of crickets, the rustle of the wind, and even the subtle footsteps sooth my--

Wait...footsteps?

knock knock knock~~

I instantly shoot up in bed, put my glasses back on, and stare at my door. I closed it, but it remains unlocked. Carefully, I tiptoe over the door and turn the knob. I peek out and see Yoongi already reaching the kitchen. He opens a drawer and slips a small knife into his sleeve.

I gasp. A knife? Does that mean whoever is at the door is dangerous? Or is Yoongi just taking extra precautions?

Wait a minute. Didn't Yoongi say that this place is safe? This house is supposed to be hidden, right? A safe house. So, who could be at the door at this time of night?

I watch silently as Yoongi opens the door. He immediately freezes after seeing who it is.

"Hello, Yoongi. Long time no see." The man says.

"Jung-?" But Yoongi's words are cut off by a large man who steps in front of the initial face at the door. He punches his fist into Yoongi's head, and the agent falls to the floor.

I didn't mean to squeal...but I did.

"Yoongi!"

The first man's gaze shoots up the stairs, and he spots me right before I slam the door closed. I lock it as fast as I can. My heart is already racing. With all the words Yoongi said to me about being in grave danger and how there are so many things that I don't understand, I just make this situation one hundred times more insane than it already is.

There isn't much I can do at this point. The room is basically empty. But that doesn't stop me from doing everything I can to put as much space between me and whoever just took out my protector.

Some protector. Why didn't Yoongi fight back? Does he know that guy? Either way, he doesn't seem to be on good terms with whoever this guy is.

I run to the window and look down. There's no way I could land a fall like that without any damage. Especially in the state that I'm in. Panic. Pure panic. That's the state I'm in. But there has to be something else I can do to protect myself?

I wish I could make it to that weapons room in the basement. There are definitely things down there I could use. But there's no way.

Think, Yanna. Come on, think!

But my head is clouded by the sounds of their footsteps climbing the stairs right outside. I've never felt this kind of pressure before, it's building in my body so immensely I could snap in half. These guys just took out the one person with hands that I'm supposed to be placing my life in.

I get behind the bed and use the wall to help me push it across the floor to the door. It runs into the door frame with a loud thump, and I can hear the men pounding on the other side now.

"Open the door!" One of them shouts.

"Be a good girl, and we won't hurt you." The other says.

I hold in my shaky breaths and reply with a yell, "Go away!" But they just keep pounding.

Suddenly, I can sense a rhythm to their knocking. It's slow. It's deep. It's sudden.

They're breaking down the door? They're...breaking down the door!

I slowly let out my breath when I realize. They came here after me, didn't they? Yoongi was right. I am in danger. He was telling the truth all along. He's been protecting me from the very beginning.

All of a sudden, all I want is Yoongi to burst through the door instead and assure me that everything is going to be okay. But I know that won't happen.

Instead, the wood of the door begins to crack. And soon enough, the bed begins to move as the door is slowly shoved open.

With every inch the bedposts falter, my pulse races faster, and my hands begin to sweat.

"Stay away..." I whimper, and right then the door swings open and the bed topples over.

I'm greeted by a very large man dressed in black, and a smaller but still muscular man walking in behind him.

The second man scans me up and down as he takes a few steps into the room. I'm suddenly very aware that all I'm wearing is a t-shirt and socks.

He smiles, "Hello there. And who might you be?"

Who am I? So, he doesn't know who I am? So, he didn't come here for me specifically?

I clear my throat, so my voice won't shake, "I'm nobody. I'm not important." I tell him, hoping he'll leave. I don't know who he is, but if he's not on Yoongi's good side he's not on my good side.

The man chuckles, "Oh, I doubt that. You know Yoongi, don't you? He brought you here, didn't he?"

I slowly nod. Just how much should I let this man know that I know? I have the feeling he's one of the bad guys. It's more than a feeling. It's a reassurance every time I glance to the side and see Yoongi's unconscious body being draped over his (I'm guessing) henchman's shoulder.

"Well then!" The main guy says excitedly, "Looks like we both have something in common!" He takes steps forward with each step I take back.

"What?" I ask, flattening myself against the wall.

He gestures out the room, "Come on. I am taking you both away now."

I don't move.

"It's time to go." He says through clenched teeth.

I shake my head, "I don't trust you." I say quietly, scared my words will upset him even more. But I don't know what else to do.

He lets out a long, drawn out sigh and puts his hands on his hips, "Now don't be difficult. This can be a whole lot easier if you cooperate with me."

I shake my head again. Is that all I can do? I feel frozen in fear at this point. Yoongi was right... I really am in danger.

"Okay, well I didn't like playing nice anyway."

With a single snap of his fingers, I scream as the henchman steps to me and puts his hand over my mouth, forcing my screams to a stop.

Maybe it's from the shock. Maybe it's my body protecting itself. Maybe I'm just a wimp. But I can't stop myself from collapsing in his grip and letting my mind shut out the world.

The last thing I remember before passing out is being thrown over his shoulder, the house floor boards creaking underneath our weight as he carries me out the door and away from the house I was told was supposed to be safe, and the sight of Yoongi upside down on the other side.

~~~~~~~~~

I've been in this room since I woke up. It's smelly, the ground is cold, and it's pitch black. I can't barely see a thing.

Wait... oh god...

A blindfold? I'm laying on my side on the cold, damp floor with my hands tied behind my back... with a blindfold! Where are my glasses? Where am I?!

My voice is scratchy, painful, and nothing short of heartbreaking, "Yoongi!" I scream, "Min Yoongi!"

I sit up a little before losing my balance and falling over on my side. I manage to stumble to my knees. I can't see anything, and no matter how hard I try, this blindfold is not coming off.

I may have had glasses my whole life, but I've never felt disabled or limited in what I could do.

Until now.

This feeling of being alone and powerless is more frightening than being bullied for a thousand days. I'm scared. Scared and incapable of rescuing myself.

I wonder if Yoongi is even still here? Is he coming for me? Or did he leave me here? Should I be surprised if he did leave? He told me he would protect me. He told me he never lied about protecting me. I pray to god he isn't lying about protecting me now.

If I still had enough strength, I could cry. I feel like crying. I feel like screaming. I feel like dying.

There's a door somewhere across the room that opens with a loud creek, and footsteps come into the room. I gasp for breath, hoping I'm small enough to not be seen in the corner.

"Well, well, well. Look who woke up."

His voice. It's the same man who was at the house. The same man... what is his name?

"How are you feeling?" He asks me.

I'm still so shook, for loss of a better word. My body is literally shaking. My head is spinning. Is this really happening?

I hear the man chuckle, "It's okay. You don't have to answer me--"

"How did you find me?" I interrupt him.

I can practically hear his smile, "Don't question my methods. Just do what I say, and everything will be okay."

I swallow, "Why am I finding it hard to believe you?"

The man sighs, and I can sense he kneels in front of me. He places a hand on my knee, and I jump, "Do you trust Yoongi?" He asks seriously.

"Y-Yes." I answer him, even though most of what I'm feeling for Yoongi is hope he's still alive.

He clicks his tongue, "That didn't sound very convincing."

"Yes. I do." I say again, trying to sound more direct.

"Why?" He asks by squeezing my knee in his grip.

I shake my head. All I know is what he's told me. And I can only think of one thing I can derive from Yoongi's explanations, "He...he's a survivor."

"Never trust a survivor until you learn what they did to survive." He says, quickly shutting me up.

I gasp when a thought hits me, "What did you do?"

I hear him chuckle and he pats my knee, "Oh, Darling. You should be asking me, 'what are you going to do?'."

I tremble and you can hear it in my voice, "What are you going to do?"

He leans forwards and I can feel his lips graze over my ear. I flinch, but I'm far too nervous to move, "I'm going to survive." He whispers to me.

I swallow. With every word that comes out of his mouth, I can feel the pressure in my gut grow as well, telling me there is something very much wrong with this man. His every word sounds like a lie. Yoongi's words sound like paradise compared to the slight growl he has in his voice.

He stands up and claps, "Now you wait here, and I'm gonna check on our agent."

This makes me perk up, my body lifting itself as if to follow the man, "Yoongi? He's here? Where? Where is he? Please, let me see him! Did you hurt--?

My questions are silenced by a hot, quick slap stinging my cheek, causing me to collapse to my side. I hide my face between my legs, and curl into a tiny ball, hoping whoever this psychopath is can't see how much I'm struggling not to cry.

He doesn't say another word. He just walks out.

Once I know he's left the room, and I know I'm safe to cry I let it out.

Tears soak the inside of my eyes as my limbs go numb. I'm normally timid, that's what my parents tell me, but now I can feel the anxiety and fear tear through every skin cell, every bone, every vein.

I was perfectly happy where I was. Walking the school hallways alone. I didn't need to hold anyone's hand. I didn't need a jammed locker. I didn't need a math partner. I didn't need my hate notes ripped up for me. I didn't even need my parents to be home every weekend.

Yoongi changed all that. And now look at me.

Pathetic. Alone. Scared. But that isn't even the worst part. The worst part... is that I desperately want him to save me. The same man who took all of that from me. My complacency. My comfort. All I knew that could be defined as normal is all gone now. Nothing in my life will ever be normal again.

And yet, I want him. Here. I don't want just anyone. I don't even want my parents. I want Min Yoongi to burst through the door and make all this go away. I want the transfer boy from Daegu. I want my protector. I want my best friend. I want Min Yoongi.

I hear the door open again, and in walks a heavy set of footsteps.

"Come on." The deep voice says.

I shake my head, keeping it tucked between my legs, "No, no. Please, I don't want to--" I gasp when he picks me off the floor and begins dragging me across the room.

"No!" I squeal, but it's no use. My voice is helpless when it's drowning in tears. I can't stop them from clogging my throat.

I'm taken out of the room and down a hallway, I think. It's not very far, but it feels like I'm being dragged for years. My whimpers and whispers echo throughout whatever warehouse this is.

I'm dragged for a few more moments before I'm thrown forwards. My hands are still tied so I can't stop myself from sliding a little on my side.

"Yanna."

I lift my head and gasp, instantly recognizing that voice. It sounds like pure hope to me, "Yoongi! Is that you?"

"Hey, hey! I'm right here." I can hear him, but no matter how long I wait he doesn't come to me. He must be bound in some way as well. I try to lean towards his voice, but the room echoes and makes it harder for me to distinguish where he is exactly.

That's when I hear that sick laugh, "Look at the way you guys reach for each other! This is pathetic really. I could watch you guys all night."

Yoongi's voice is layered with disdain, "Let her go, Jungkook."

Jungkook? That's the name of this psycho?

I hear a step come towards me as Jungkook scoffs, "Oh? Did you just... command me? I'm not your trainee anymore, Yoongi. Remember that."

I'm trying to steady my breaths, but all my efforts go to waste when I feel a cold hand brush through my hair.

Immediately, Yoongi starts demanding, "Get your hands off her."

Jungkook scoffs, "Another command! I swear, it's like you want me to touch her."

No, please...

I can't even see, but I can imagine Yoongi's face just from how heavy his breaths are.

I yelp when Jungkook suddenly grips my shoulders and brings me to stand. Now my own breath seems impossibly heavy. My heart races simply from how responsive my sense of touch is right now.

"Such a pretty girl." Jungkook comments, watching me uncontrollably flinch from the way his thumb traces my jaw line.

Even I can feel Yoongi's gaze, "Jungkook. I'm warning you."

Yoongi, please... don't let him touch me. I'm begging you.

I know I'm just a job to Yoongi. I'm nothing more than an assignment... but right now I so desperately need him to think of me as more. If he can.

Jungkook chuckles, his hot breath hitting my lips, "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.'" Jungkook slides his finger from my jaw to my cheek, "Would you like that, Baby? How about you and me have a little fun?"

My voice breaks with a sob. I pull and pull on the restraints keeping my wrists tied, but my body is also completely weak with fear.

"Shut up! Shut up!" Yoongi screams.

I've never heard him that loud, demanding, or distraught before. His booming voice scares me still, and all my fidgeting stops with a gasp slipping from my lips.

Jungkook freezes as well.

"Oh my...god." I hear Jungkook gasp.

"What?" Yoongi huffs.

"You actually care about her, don't you?" Jungkook whispers as if he's a six-year-old sharing a secret on the playground.

Do you, Yoongi? Please, I need you to care. You can go back to hating me after tonight, but please...

Yoongi simply states with a straight voice, "You don't know anything."

"Oh, I think I can figure it out. Let's see if my guess is correct." Jungkook says giddily, "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." Yoongi spits.

"But I'm right." I feel Jungkook pull me closer, "Just tell me when to stop."

"Stop." Yoongi says immediately.

But Jungkook just pulls me closer. I can feel how close he is to my body. I squirm, and pull away, but this man is too strong. He has such a hold on me now, I can't fight him.

He cups my face with his icy palm, "Just say no, and I'll let her go."

Yoongi shouts, "No!"

Next thing I feel is the graze of Jungkook's lips on mine. The feeling grips my heart and makes all of me sink into the depths. My first kiss.... and he took it. A tear falls to join our lips before I feel his teeth sink into my bottom lip. The sting brings a small whimper from my throat.

I don't have to strength to push Jungkook away, but I don't have to. In the next two seconds, I feel a hand push on my shoulder, causing me to fall backwards onto the cold floor.

I grunt when I land, my shoulder taking most of the impact.

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

I can hear his growls. I can hear each moment his fists slam down on Jungkook. Each time making my body freeze, and my chest tighten.

With my sight gone, my brain has the job of imagining the scene in front of me. If you didn't know, I have an overactive imagination, and right now I hate myself for it.

"Oh, I've missed you Yoongi." I hear Jungkook's voice right before Yoongi's grunt and a body falling backwards.

Block it out, Yanna. Just block it out. Like you always have.

"Well, well, well. Did I discover a weakness?" Jungkook chuckles as he steps over me. I keep motionless.

I can tell how hard each punch to Yoongi is from his groans, "You... can do better than that." I hear him stupidly say.

I might be missing a few things, but all in all, I know what's happening in this room.

No! Yoongi! What are you thinking! Make him stop!

"If you insist." Jungkook says, and then it happens...

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

Each time the sound reaches my ear, my heart breaks. I'm not the one being punched, but I feel the pain inflicted every time Yoongi gasps.

Yoongi... I know we don't get along all the time, and I know our friendship was based on lies for the first part, but... you do mean a lot to me. I need you... I need you... if you really are going to be my protector like you said you would be, then fight. Fight for me. Fight to free us. Don't let this Jungkook guy win. He's nothing compared to you. You are strong. And you have to win. You have to! Please, you have to! Yoongi...

After a few minutes of torture, Jungkook asks, "Had enough?"

Yoongi doesn't say anything.

"Talk!" Jungkook shouts.

All I hear is Yoongi take a deep breath...and then, "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."

No!

Jungkook scoffs, "How can I know you'll keep your word?"

Yoongi sighs, ""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 thinks about the offer for a few moments. He huffs a breath, "Put him down."

Yoongi's body hits the ground with a slap, and his coughs reach my ear in a horribly sick way. He sounds weak. Sad. Defeated.

Jungkook lowers his voice, "I am giving you three minutes. Don't squander them, Min Yoongi."

Maybe I did a little too good a job of convincing myself to block it all out because next thing I know, there is silence...

But then something I didn't expect happens. My wrists are untied.

"Yanna." I hear Yoongi's voice right before I feel his hands. He places them on my cheeks and lifts my face, "Are you okay?" His thumbs caress my skin, and he moves my head from side to side, "Are you hurt? Did he hurt you?" He asks quickly.

I shakily take his hands in mine and bring them down to my lap, "Oh my god, Yoongi." I can't help the tears, "What did he do to you? And who even is that Jungkook guy? What does he want with us?" My chest raises and falls rapidly with each question, "Does he want to kill us?"

Yoongi sighs, and I can feel his hands holding mine as he speaks. He rubs soothing circles over my palms, but that doesn't help very much right now, "I'll explain later, but right now we have got to move. If we're gonna get out of here, I need you to listen to me, okay?"

I nod and he starts to untie my blindfold.

Once he pulls it off my eyes, I blink until my eyes become adjusted to the dim lighting in the room. It's not much, considering I can't really see without my glasses anyway. It's very blurry, but I can clearly make out how painful Yoongi looks. He has blood on his face from nasty cuts, and dirt smeared from his hands to his feet. He looks...beaten.

"Oh no..."

"What happened?" I ask slowly even though I heard... I know... I just want to hope that I misheard everything that just went down.

Yoongi grabs my wrists as they lower, and helps me stand to my feet, "Don't worry about me."

I shake my head, "But you're...you're..."

Yoongi interrupts me, "I'm fine." He assures me, "But we don't have much time, so I need you to work with me, okay? I need you to trust me."

"I don't know if..." I start but my voice trails off. It's too scary. How can I trust him when I don't even feel like I can move on my own?

Yoongi sighs and rubs his thumb over the back of my hand to keep my attention on him instead of the pressing life or death matters at hand, "Three minutes. That's all I need, Yanna. Trust me for three minutes."

Even though it's hard to make out his exact facial expression, something about his voice calms me and makes me shiver at the same time, "O-Okay.... Yoongi?"

"Hm?" He hums in reply. I can already hear the rustling of his clothes as he prepares to put a plan in action.

"Are you okay?" I ask in all honesty.

He stops. He steps back to me, and then I feel his hands cup my face one more time. He whispers sincerely, "I will be. Just trust me, okay?"

"O-Okay... I trust you."