"God, why is it that you always have to drag your ass to where I am," I rolled my eyes, walking past coach's son to grab a water bottle.

"Because my ass is attracted to your ass."

"None of me is attracted to any of you," I scrunched my nose.

"That's just what you say baby. I know you really love me deep dow-"

"You know what deep down? Deep down is going to hurt if you don't shut up," I threatened as he pouted.

"You're no fun."

"I'm not here for your entertainment," I rolled my eyes as he plopped onto the bed.

"Join me."

"Over my dead body I will," I scoffed as he pulled my hand towards him.

On instinct as I started to fall into him, my other arm snapped up, my hand smacking his face as he fell back. In the midst of the chaos, the door had opened and someone stood as I turned over to see who it was.

"Sandy shit, was it?" Coach's son turned to him as he pulled me to his waist.

"Santiago," I corrected firmly as coach's son raised his eyebrows at me.

"Someone's defensive for not loving hi-"

"Let me go," I seethed, pushing against his chest as he only tightened his arms around my back.

He brought his lips closer to mine as I turned my head and he was about to kiss over my neck, under my ear.

"You heard her."

In a flash, I was pulled away, breaking off his hold on me as Santiago held me. He kept a fair distance between us, respecting my space as he stared at coach's son.

"Seems like old love may spark again," he grinned as I only raised a brow and Santiago glared.

What does he mean by that?

He walked in front of us, almost as though to make it look like he was pacing in front of us. He stood in front of us as he grinned, swaying himself.

"How do you think Yoongi would feel about that?"

I stiffened at his sudden question as he threw his head back to let out a chuckle.

"Oh, my. I got you good," he smiled as he looked over at me. "Got anything to say baby?"

"Yeah. Firstly," I took a step in front of him as we faced each other off. "I'm going home with Santiago if you weren't aware because Yoongi is," I spoke, giving his chest a firm shove as he stumbled back. "And next," I pulled him up by the collar of his shirt, yanking him to the other side of the room. "Get the hell out of my room."

I brought my leg up, kicking his waist as he fell back and out of the room. Spinning around, I shut the door with my elbow as I heard a low chuckle behind me.

I turned around to face Santiago as he stood with an amused grin.

"What?" I pouted as he shook his hands in front of him.

"No, no. Nothing. It's just that even in the smallest things, you never fail to keep using your martial arts."

"And what's wrong with that?"

"Nothing at all, didn't say any part of it was wrong," he chuckled as I looked away, not meeting his eyes. "Why can't you look at me?"

I met his gaze as he wore a slight frown and I shook my head.

"Because I don't know if I ever loved you."

My answer caused him to sigh and take a seat as I shifted through the room to gather my things.

"I just can't seem to figure it out," I added on. "I mean I obviously don't love you now, and even before we weren't dating or anything. We just hung out and one day you said you loved me a-"

"I still do," he cut me off with a grin as I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, that's great. As I was saying, you said you love me and I said I loved you too. But maybe it was that I said it on instinct because you said it and I replied instead of me actually meaning it," I paced back and forth as I heard Santiago groan.

"Let me help you out of your troubles and make it real simple," he suggested, standing up to walk towards me.

I turned to face him as he stood a distance away from me.

"You don't love me. You didn't love me. Never did, never will," he stated. "You may have thought you loved me simply because I did and do. Always did, always will," he concluded.

"How can you say that with such confidence?"

"Because I've noted it from the start and when you said you loved me, you said it with confusion in your eyes. You may love me, but as a friend. Your love for me has never been like a lover's," he said as he came to stand in front of me, lifting a hand to rest against my cheek.

My eyes widened in realization of how honest he was. The truth between us that I couldn't ever figure out, he gave it to me openly in my hands.

And bOIiiiii was I grateful.

"Now that that's off my chest, I feel much better," I smiled as he smiled back at me, his hand still over me.

"Do you feel anything with my touch?"

I raised my eyebrow at his question as he stared at me, waiting for an answer.

"Hot," I answered as his eyes widened.

"How so?"

"Because your hand is sweaty and really heated," I answered as he sighed. "What?" I asked as he only shook his head and pulled his hand back.

"Nothing, it's just that this is how I note things to figure it all out," he stated with a grin as I only was more confused. "Drop it, let's just get ready and get this night done and over with," he sighed again as he went to sit down and I tidied up the room a bit before we had to leave.

"Alright, I just need to change," I walked into the bathroom as I took off the wet swimsuit and pulled on my clothes to leave.

Grabbing my bag that was on the bed, I slung it over my shoulders as I pulled my wet hair out of its ponytail.

"Let's go Santi," I said as he walked out of the room and I shut the door behind us.

We walked through the hall as we reached the rest of the group. As we all talked, Yoongi pulled me towards him.

"Are you really going to be staying with him?" He whispered in my ear as his arms went around my lower back.

"It's just one night Yoon, coach could have made it far worse," I told him as he sighed, leaning down as he took deep breaths over my neck.

"I see your point, it'll be fine. The guys and I will head home then and I'll pick you up tomorrow at sunrise," he informed as I kept my arms around his neck.

"You don't have to come for me so early," I said as he shook his head, pulling me further into him.

"Of course I do, it'll be a long enough night as it is," he sighed as coach called out to me.

"Yes boss?" I rushed to him as I gave him my bag to take home.

"I was just going to say that we'll take your stuff home for ya," he said as he put my bag with the rest of the things that would go in the car with them.

"Alright then," I nodded, wrapping my arm around Yoongi's side as he placed one over my back.

"Just this night," Yoongi breathed out as his lips brushed against mine.

"And before you know it, I'll be back," I comforted him, kissing his cheek as I let him go with a squeeze.

We parted ways as we left the building and they got in the car and I got on Santiago's motorcycle with him as he revved the engine.

"Ready to go, baby gi-"

"I'm not your baby girl," I cut him off as he snorted.

"So what? Are you Yoongi's?"

"Excuse you?"

"Nothing," he responded harshly as I sighed.

"Whatever you say," I insist as he stayed silent.

"You still didn't deny it," he pointed out as I simply rested my head against his back.

"Nor did I accept it," I added as he nodded.

"You don't have any reason to do either," he dropped the topic.

"Thank you."

"But I do have to ask, there was a girl who kept following you even after the match. Maybe you knew her as a fan or something?"

His sudden question made me shrug before my eyes widened.

"Yui," I breathed out, remembering that I saw her at the match.

"Oh, is that her name? She was at the photoshoot too," he stated as I sat upright.

"Your hawk eyes never seem to fail," I noted as he chuckled.

"I'm a tracker and you know that," he said and I sighed.

"That too was my fault."

"I enjoy what I do."

"It also puts your life at risk."

"So does yours."

"So?"

"So?"

We both stopped bickering as we stopped at a red light and I looked up at the sky.

"So is that how you found them and went to them?" I asked quietly as he gave a simple nod.

"Coach also told me to join the agency as a tracker again," he informed as I stayed shocked.

"You mean the bodyguard agency that I'm in and coach leads?" I raised an eyebrow as he gave me a nod in response.

"I told him that I'll leave it up to you to decide and whatever you choose will be my final decision," he said as I narrowed my eyes.

"Join the team."

"Okay, so I'll leave tomo- wait, what?!" He exclaimed as his grip over the accelerator loosened and I placed my hand over his to tighten it again.

"You heard me, and you shouldn't have any arguments," I shrugged as he was surprised.

"Why? I thought you were against the whole idea of me working in this line of field," he asked.

"True, but then again, never know when we'll need a tracker. And there's not one as good enough as you are nor would I trust them as much as I do you," I explained as he turned to face me and grinned.

Smacking the top of his head, I scolded him.

"Eyes on the road," I said as he turned back around.

"How can I when you're so gorgeous?"

"Oh, how you win my heart," I rolled my eyes as he chuckled.

"You'll be swooning over me all night."

He chuckled, speeding through the street as we turned and he stopped abruptly.

"We're here?" I looked up at the towers that stood before us as he nodded.

"Welcome to my penthouse."

With a grin, he pulled me in as he tossed his keys to a man in uniform.

"What a way to put use to your money from the agency," I realized.

"Got that right, now tonight will be a bit of a rough night for us," he started off as he stared at me, coming closer.

Raising an eyebrow at him, the elevator stopped at the top floor with a ding and we stepped out.

"So, I've got a surprise waiting for us in our room," he said as he strode forward, keeping me by his side.

As we walked through the floor, Santiago stood in front of a room as he kicked the door open and my eyes widened at the scene before us.

Muffled screams came from Yui who was tied up in a chair in the dark room.

Turning the lights on, Santiago stood behind me as he shut the door.

"Santi, you did this?"

"She was being too clingy so I was going to take her out, but I also saw her having an encounter with you and as well as with Yoongi," he informed as I nodded. "Then I got a little hostage and now she's here and she spoke about how your parents will come to rescue her."

"Yeah, she told me the same bullshit," I sighed. "But man, have I wanted to crack a good hit at you," I leaned down towards her as she kept screaming and thrashing around.

Bringing my leg up, I swung at her as she fell over and the chair cracked.

"Now tell me what's your game plan?" I turned to Santiago as he stared at me.

It's as if I asked the same question, the one he wasn't expecting from when we were partners in crime.

The one from when we used to be together.

He knew the question, and I knew the answer.

I thought that was your thing.

"I thought that was your thing."

"Uh, no?"

"We'll put a combined effort then. What's your idea?" He said as he held my gaze.

"Keep her as hostage," I responded as he smirked.

"This is why it's usually your thing."

"That's because you make it my thing."

Rolling my eyes, I turned around as we left the room, slamming the door behind us as I sat down on a couch.

"You live lavish," I noted as I gazed over his place.

"What? Plans to move in?" He asked as he poured champagne into two glasses.

"If the seven desire, then I will simply do as they wish."

"So you're under their control?" He raised a brow as I rolled my eyes.

"You figured that out just now?"

"And you're fine with that?"

"Couldn't be happier."

We held eye contact as he didn't dare to say another word against me.

"If that's how you wish to live."

"I do, it's my way to live lavish. They are my lavish."

"Someone's gotten attached," he teased with a grin as I rolled my eyes again.

"It's p-"

"Part of your job. Yeah, how long will you keep telling yourself that?" He raised a brow as his tone turned serious.

"I don't get it, are you playing mind games with me?"

"No, it's simple. What does your heart desire?"

We held eye contact for a while before I shrugged and he gave a sigh in response.

"Then how the hell do you want me to help you?" He ran a hand through his hair as he walked over to the counter.

"I didn't ask for your help last thing I remember," I said as he turned to me with a bottle of vodka in his hand.

"Exactly, but you're going to need it. Because when the time comes, you'll be forced into making a decision that you will push yourself towards."

"I don't get it," I scrunched my eyebrows as he took a sip of the bottle and landed his eyes on me.

"Then let's do this the easy way."

"Shoot."

"Let's say, for example," he started off as I gave him a nod to continue.

He turned around to place the bottle down, turning back to face me as he leaned against the counter.

"Your parents find BTS and they want to take one member hostage. Who should they not take?"