(Yoongi POV)

"So, Yoongi? How old are you?" Yanna asks me.

She's been quizzing me for the past fifteen minutes while I've been racking my brain to think up lie after lie after lie. All in all, she's cool to talk to. She just... never shuts up. It's annoying. I'm sitting at her kitchen counter while Yanna runs her mouth a million miles an hour.

But something is weird. I feel... on edge but also comfortable at the same time. Lying to her is easy, but also oddly difficult.

"Twenty-thre-" I have to catch myself. Why did I have to catch myself? I am trained to lie, why am I struggling to have a simple conversation with this girl? "Twenty. And three months. I got held back in school due to family complications." I finally answer her question. She seems to buy it.

"Ah, I see. You're my Oppa." Yanna bites her lip, looking down at the knife she's using to cut up some strawberries for a snack for the both of us. When Yanna invited me in for a snack, I was expecting her to break out a bag of chips or something. Nah man, she's going all out.

"Oh... no."

"Yeah," I chuckle nervously (because I am actually nervous), "I guess you could call me that."

"I can?" Yanna says lifting her gaze to find mine.

"What?! No! That's not what I- I didn't mean it like-"

"Uhh sure, why not?" God help me.

Yanna blushes like a fire truck, "O-Okay, Oppa." She says with a stutter and a shy smile.

"What did I just do? I guess I am supposed to be her boyfriend to get her to trust me completely. Those are the orders that the Chief gave me. This doesn't mean I feel anything for this girl. This is just my mission. That's all."

Yanna keeps on with her excessive questions, "So what's your favorite subject?"

"My what-?"

She giggles, "In school, Oppa! What's your favorite subject in school?"

"Oh," I relax a little and think, "Ummm... I really only liked Gym. Although I always did well in English for some reason."

Yanna pauses cutting the berries and stares at me, "Did?"

"Crap."

I have to correct myself, "I mean... at... my old school. I always did well in English there. I guess things like that don't change when you switch schools, right?" I try to just laugh that off, but it's awkward.

I just screwed up everything didn't I? Why am I slipping up so much? All day today I've been so smooth and cool, and now suddenly I can't form a proper sentence. She keeps asking me question after question. I've been put through vigorous training to be able to withstand even the deadliest of threats and questioning by the most powerful men in the world! But I can't take this lying to an innocent citizen.

Yanna smiles at me, "Yeah, I guess you're right."

I sigh in relief.

Yanna finishes cutting the strawberries, "Do you like cream?"

"Huh?" I look up at her.

She giggles, "Cream. Like peaches and cream? Except all I have are strawberries, I hope that's okay."

I nod, "Yeah. That sounds good."

She smiles wide at me and turns around to grab the cream from the fridge. I run my hands through my hair and let out a big breath while she's not looking.

"Get it under control, Yoongi. How are you gonna make this happen if you're a total wreak?! The Chief wants you to be her boyfriend. Boyfriend! That means 100% trust. She has to trust you, which means your lies have got to be perfect. So, for the love of god, get it together!"

Yanna returns with the cream and starts prepping the fruit for us, "So... do you live with your parents? You asked me about mine so I'm curious about your family."

I swallow, "My... family ... is also away." I decide to say.

Yanna stops and leans over crossed arms, giving me all of her attention, "Really? Where are they?"

I look away and my mind wonders, "My Dad left when I was very little. It was just me and my Mom for the longest time. And then the fire and--" I stop myself.

Yanna's saddened eyes are the size of basketballs, "The fire? Oppa?"

I clear my throat and look back to her, "That's why we moved here. There was a uhh... fire. Yeah, a fire. And now I live here." I hope that sounded convincing.

Yanna leans farther over the countertop, "So where is your Mom?"

"Oh!" I realize I never explained my mom's whereabouts, "She's in Florida. On Vacation."

Yanna gasps, "She's in America?!"

I nod. Is that so impressive? I've been to America plenty of times.

Yanna twirls and stares up the ceiling, "I've heard America is a really great place! I would love to visit! See the Grand Canyon and go to Las Vegas. Oh! And New York City? I bet it's beautiful in the fall. Is it beautiful?"

I can't help but crack a small smile. A genuine one. Because Yanna is genuinely happy hearing about my life. Even if ninety percent of it is lies.

"Yeah, it's beautiful in the fall."

Yanna bites her lip and steps from behind the counter, "My parents go to America all the time. They said that if you look in the right places, you can find lots of people dancing." She takes hold of her skirt and holds it out to the sides a little as if it's a dress. She curtsies to me, "Do you know how to dance, Oppa?"

I instantly freeze up, "No, no. I don't dance."

Yanna's jaw drops, "Why not?"

"I was too busy being trained on how to take apart and put a Boberg XR9-S back together...It's a gun."

I shrug, "I just never learned."

Yanna shakes her head in obvious disapproval, "Well, that just won't do. Looks like I'll have to teach you."

"What--?" And with that, Yanna takes a firm grasp of my wrist and pulls me to stand with her in the middle of the kitchen. She smiles up at me, and I can't help but look away. Am I embarrassed? No, I'm just-- uncomfortable.

I've never been this close to a girl before, except my Mom. And yeah, that sounds lame, but you also gotta remember my upbringing. Oh, wait... you don't know that part of the story yet. Well, I'll tell you later. For now, just know that what is happening right now makes me sick and very nervous.

Yanna's cheeks blush like roses, as she guides one of my hands to her waist, and the other to hold hers out in the air.

"Now," she instructs, "You step forwards, and I'll step back. Right foot, ready?"

I swallow and nod. No, I am most definitely NOT ready! I doubt this is what Chief had in mind when he said, "keep her safe". If he knew that this is what I was doing undercover, I wonder if he would keep me on this assignment. Oh well, it's too late to give up now.

I gently hold Yanna's waist as I stare at our feet. I take a step.

"Good!" Yanna praises me (although I'm pretty sure I could have stepped on her foot and she would have been happy).

I take another step, this time backwards and Yanna steps forwards. After a few steps, Yanna stops me and giggles.

"Now, try to step without staring at your feet. Look at me instead."

The instant I lift my eyes, Yanna drops hers. She takes a few seconds and then looks back up at me, this time with her all her face, not just her cheeks, a rosy pink.

"R-Ready?" She says watching my eyes.

I nod and hold on to her a little tighter, getting ready to step on her foot (probably).

She counts to three and then we both step in time to the music that isn't there. She may be hearing it in her mind, but to me all I hear is the sound of my own manliness being shot in the gut.

I can't believe I'm taking dance lessons! From a girl!

One more step and Yanna's smile has faded into a content expression. She looks peaceful, but also as if she can barely breath. I try to put a little more space between us to give her room, but that backfires quickly. Before I know it, Yanna trips over her heal and starts plummeting backwards towards the ground.

She gasps, and all my instincts kick in as I reach forwards and snatch her in the air. I pull her to my chest and hold her there securely. Yanna quickly wraps her arms around me as a way to keep herself from falling.

We both pause for a few moments, perfectly still.

"Crap. How do a stand up without this being awkward?"

This position is not one I was hoping to find myself in at any point in my life. Not that I was overly excited to learn how to dance in the first place, but now things have escalated past the point of no return.

Yanna takes a breath and pulls away from my neck a little so she can see my face, my arms still holding her close like the dip at the end of a dance. I mean, I guess that's appropriate.

"Thank....you." She says slowly, staring into my eyes with some kind of haze glossing over them.

I chuckle nervously, "Don't mention it. Are you okay?"

She nods, her eyes never leaving mine.

"Good." I gently lift her back to her feet, and make sure she's stable.

Yanna looks up at me with her arms still wrapped around my neck, and my hands still holding her sides like they were when I caught her.

For a moment, she doesn't move so I feel uncomfortable moving as well. But as soon as she blinks herself back to reality and starts lifting her arms away, I awkwardly do the same.

"Well, thank you for the dance lessons." I try to clear away the silence in the air.

Yanna laughs nervously and waves her hand across her blushing face, "Oh, you're welcome! Don't even worry about it."

I rock back and forth on my heals while Yanna smiles at me. For a good two minutes that's all she does. She smiles at me.

"Oh! The fruit!" She suddenly remembers and giggles cutely before going back to finishing up our snack.

She places the two bowls in front of us and goes around the corner to sit with me at the counter, "Enjoy, Oppa!" She beams.

Something I've noticed about Yanna and granted this is only after spending one day with her, is that she picks herself up very quickly, she trusts easily, and she's the most nauseatingly optimistic person I've ever met.

She takes a bite and immediately starts telling me stories, before she even has a chance to chew. I probably should tell her to be careful, but I'm too focused on looking like I'm interested in her.

It must have been at least half an hour before we got to a pausing point in which I quickly change the subject, "Well, it's been great to hear about your family, but I probably should get going. I still have some unpacking and other crap to do so..." I nod, letting Yanna finish the sentence on her own.

She perks up once more and takes both our bowls to the sink, "Yeah, of course! You obviously have a lot of stuff to get done, and I'm just keeping you here all locked up like my prisoner or something." She laughs.

That wasn't very funny, but I laugh with her anyway. Another lie.

She walks me to the door, and I bow before stepping back into the freezing outside world, "Thanks for the snacks and the stories. I really enjoyed talking and dancing with you."

Yanna blushes and bows back to me, "It was my pleasure. Really, I should be thanking you. I know it's only been one day, but I appreciate everything you did."

I tilt my head, "What did I do?"

Yanna shrugs, "You... didn't shut me out."

This girl. She's got some life. And she doesn't even know... it's only getting a heck of a lot harder from here on out.

(Yanna POV)

Dear Diary,

I met the most wonderful guy today. I know, I know what you're thinking, but he's just my friend. But still... he's just my friend. He's not going to back-stab me, or betray me, or lie to me. I can't believe that after three years of living in that hell of a high school, I finally have found an angel. That's what he was to me today. Really! An angel! He has dark, solemn eyes, but his smile has me convinced he is, in fact, an angel.

His name is Yoongi. He's my Oppa. Yes, he even said I could call him that! Can you believe it?! I honestly don't know if I believe it yet, or not. All of this just seems like it's too much like a fairy tale, or one of those dramas you see on TV. This kind of stuff never happens to people like me. But... if you think about it... this kind of stuff always happens to people like me.

Oh yeah! Also, my parents should be home soon! I haven't seen them in over a month so I'm very excited. You remember my parents, right? My Dad is very tall and muscular. My Mom is also tall and very slender, I guess I get those traits from her. They told me they wouldn't make it back in time for my birthday, but they will be here the day after. That doesn't bother me as long as they come home so I can see them again. You know how much I love birthdays, and just the fact that they are trying so hard to be here when I know January is a big selling month for them (what with New Year's and all) it means so much to me that they try so hard. They love me, and I love them. I honestly don't know what I would do without them.

I think that's all for today, Diary. Thanks for listening, you're always here for me ;) Tomorrow is going to be another full day!!

P.s. Wanna know what I'm looking forward to the most tomorrow?

Min Yoongi <3