(Yoongi POV)

Yanna is very peculiar. She likes puppies, and prefers walks on the beach instead of studying for her exam the next morning. The girl is brave for walking those school halls everyday, especially with all the crappy looks those students give her. I've never seen one person remain so optimistic when their life is literally falling apart minute by minute.

It's been almost a week. I've sat with Yanna everyday. I've walked with her, talked with her, ate lunch with her, ran gym with her, basically everything. I don't leave her side. I mean, those are my orders. Chief told me to make her trust me. So far I think she does. She tells me unnecessary things like what she had for breakfast, and what she understood about Math class today, and how colorful she thought the poster on the event board was. Don't girls tell you useless stuff when they like you? Or am I making that up? Either way, she doesn't leave my side. But that's a good thing... if I can see it that way.

Today is just like any other. I wake up before the sun.

"Here goes another day." I sigh as I sit up.

I think I'm doing a good job. Seems like Yanna trusted me enough for a first week. I'm pretty sure this mission will be easy enough from here on out-- but I'm still dreading it.

I still don't understand exactly what I'm protecting her from. I wish the Chief would have given me more information. Usually, I don't pry and try to get more details about the mission than what I'm initially given, but in this case, I really wish I had.

The Chief wasn't wrong when he told me this mission was different. I'm not used to... not killing my target. Protecting sure is a whole different ball game, but I think I can do this. If anything I want to prove that I can complete any assignment given to me. No matter the requirements.

I just hate school. Yanna isn't so bad, I guess... she sure is difficult though. She says every thing that comes to her head, and she shows every emotion she has with her facial expressions. No wonder she's so sensitive; she wears her heart on her sleeve. Brave girl.

I got dressed a little slower than normal this morning-- can you tell how excited I am about going back to school? I'm basically bouncing off the walls.

I step outside into the brisk wind, strap a small, black mask over my face, and start my morning run to the school grounds.

"Here we go, Yoongi. Orders are orders. You can do this. Keep her safe."

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I walk into the school and pull my mask off, instantly looking for my target-- I mean... Yanna.

"Alright, there she is by the locker again. Better put on a good face, Yoongi. No matter how much you don't like her, you gotta make her trust you. It's all about her safety."

I sigh before plastering the realest smile I can onto my face and waving, "Yanna!" I call out to her.

She looks up from the stack of books in her arms and sees me. As soon as our eyes make contact, I start jogging to her.

Her cheeks turn a light shade of pink... is she embarrassed I called out to her? Either way it doesn't matter as long as my orders are carried out.

"What's up?" I ask in a friendly tone once I reach her.

"Just grabbing my Math book. How are you?" She says with a small smile.

"I'm good." I comment and nod awkwardly, "Guess what?"

She raises her eyebrows as if to oblige with, "What?"

"You look beautiful today."

Okay, okay, stop freaking out. I got used to doing this kind of stuff a few days ago. Yanna always does the same thing... she giggles and then pokes my arm before saying something really cringe worthy.

Yanna blushes deeply and pushes her glasses up her nose. She doesn't say anything.

That's strange. Yanna is never quiet.

"What's wrong?"

Yanna opens her locker and starts exchanging books. She seems a little more... somber today. I wonder why? Did something happen last night? Did I miss something?

My thoughts are distracted by a small, folded piece of paper that falls from her locker to the floor.

"Oh, here." I say, bending down to pick up the note, "You dropped--" My voice is cut off when Yanna quickly rips the paper from my hand.

"Something is wrong."

"Yanna, are you okay?" I ask, my voice dropping.

She nods, "Yeah, I'm fine." She says quickly and stuffs the paper into her jacket pocket.

"What is that note? It must be something important."

"Yanna." I just say her name, and her cheeks start glowing. I can tell she's holding her breath for a good twenty seconds before she lets it go.

She suddenly flips her hair as she turns to me and says very shakily, "It's nothing."

It can't be nothing. I know it can't be. Don't think I can't hear the snickers and whispers from everywhere in the hallway. Yanna inches forwards until she's half way hidden inside her locker. Is she crying?

I've never dealt with stuff like this before, but I know what they do in dramas. Ugh, do I have to? I know it will make her feel better, but I just want to die at the thought of... fine! Let's get this over with.

With one fluid movement, I take her books out of her locker, close the door and take two steps forwards, "Come on." I say with my hand reaching out, open and waiting, "It's time for class.

(Yanna POV)

Yoongi is a little... odd. But I've come to accept that that's just the way he is. Everyone is a little quirky sometimes, everyone has that something about them that makes them special. Yoongi is very special. Well... he is to me.

I had hid my face behind the locker door so Yoongi couldn't see. I didn't want him to see. If there is anyway to keep him from seeing me like this, I'll do it. In a heart beat.

But then... I wasn't expecting him to grab my books, close my locker, and say gently, "Come on. It's time for class."

I'm probably just being silly. But when Yoongi offered me his hand on the way to class, my heart jumped. And when I gratefully took it in mine, I swear everyone in the school could hear my heart beating.

I've never held a guy's hand before. I like it a lot. I felt very... safe holding his hand. It's only been a week, but I think I'm starting to develop feelings for him. Oh, who am I kidding?! I'm definitely developing feelings for him. I told myself I was not going to be a hopeless romantic this year. But look at me now. One smile from a transfer boy sitting next to me, and I'm a blushing, cliché mess.

Once we reached class, Yoongi sat down next to me, and I opened the textbook, scooting it towards him. Why he hasn't gotten his own textbook by now is little weird, but I don't mind sharing.

Yoongi points at the book and follows along with the teacher. His little furrowed eyebrows are so amusing for some reason.

The class ends just as soon as it starts, and I pack up my books. But before I can stand up, Yoongi reaches out his hand again and smiles at me, "Ready?"

It takes me a second...but eventually I manage a nod and reach to take his hand. Yoongi half smiles at me and leads me out of the class room.

He walks down the halls with my books tucked in one hand and my fingers laced in his other. I don't dare say anything. What do I even say?!

But it doesn't end there. After the next class period, he stands and waits for me to finish getting my books together before slipping his hand into mine again! The whole day, I don't walk to a single class without Yoongi's hand carefully holding mine.

Last class of the day, and I can't help but watch him as his lips mouth the words on the board and he takes notes in his notebook. My hand writes, but it's just random lines on my paper as my mind is far too preoccupied with other things.

I don't realize that I'm staring until he comments.

"You're staring." He says flatly without looking up from the book.

"Sorry." I say quickly, and focus back on the board.

I hope he doesn't notice... I'm smiling in class, and no one at this school smiles in class.