SEVEN

I lean into him, my eyes still fixed onto the target board. We'd moved onto the second one after I'd finally gotten the bullseye of the first one, which had taken three hours to do and which I was also pretty sure it was by pure chance.

And now Park Jimin was looking extremely frustrated with how I was progressing.

He fixes a glare at me the moment my back presses slightly into the front of his chest.

"What?" I say as innocently as I can, my hands hurting from holding up this stupid bow for too long. But I still watch him in amusement when his cheeks start to blush in anger and frustration.

"You know." He hisses, the words coming from deep his throat. "I really tried to be patient, but this is absolutely ridiculous. Are you playing with me?"

"Does it look like I'm playing?" I exclaim, showing him my bandaged palms.

"I can't do this anymore." He says, dragging a hand across his face. "It's been hours. I need a break from putting up with you."

"Well— well, me too!" I sputter after him when he leaves, the door clicking close behind him.

When I'm left alone, I fix a hateful stare at the target— the spots around it littered with all my failed arrows.

Why can't you just do this?

This should be easy.

Growling, I hurl the bow to the ground and watch the weapon clatter against the smooth black floor. It shouldn't be like this. Why was this one thing setting me back so much?

I sigh, burying my face in my hands and sinking down to my knees.

I was going to have to apologize to Jimin.

Grumbling, I pick up the bow I'd thrown and slide it back into the spot where I'd found it. And I'm about to turn around, start heading towards the door Jimin has gone through when the lights suddenly go off.

The entire room descends to complete darkness, leaving me stunned.

Okay.

What?!

Keep calm, I tell myself first as I instantly find the wall with my hand. Maybe it just turned off because it didn't sense that much motion in here. Motion sensor. Yeah.

I easily visualize the structure of the room in my mind, and start walking towards where the door should be when something suddenly brushes across the bare skin of my forearm.

And my mind explodes in panic.

Bug?

I spin around, shaking my arms as fast as I can. Now I've completely lost my sense of direction, but I don't freaking care.

There's a bug in here.

All my attention is now in the darkness around me, and I feel so completely helpless as I keep moving my arms. That's the only thing I can think of, before I hurriedly try finding the wall again.

"J-Jimin!"

But of course he can't hear me.

Cursing when I find myself hesitating, I quickly start feeling the walls again when I stumble backwards in realization.

What if I accidentally touch it?

Don't be stupid, I tell myself. It probably went off to somewhere else in this damn big room and has almost zero possibility of making contact with me again.

Just stand up and find the door.

But in the end, I find myself curled up into a tight little ball on the floor with my arms folded inside of my shirt— trembling and panicking.

It's literally just one small bug. You're being stupid and dumb. What's wrong with you?

Jimin's going to think you're so stupid.

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JIMIN

"Seven. Let's practice."

But nobody answers me, and I knock again on the door of her assigned room. I call her a second time, but still, no answer.

"I'm coming in."

But to my surprise, the door is unlocked. It swings open easily when I push against it, and my eyes narrow in confusion when I don't find anyone inside.

"Seven?"

Was she still at the training room?

Worry begins to chill the back of my neck when I finally close the door to her room again. It'd been two hours since I'd left her there— had she gotten lost while finding her room?

But she couldn't have. The only thing I'd seen her being bad at was archery, not her sense of direction. And as far as I knew, she was an excellent tracker. Which meant that couldn't have happened.

The inside of the training room is dark when I push the door open.

No one's here.

And I'm about to turn back to go search somewhere else when a soft, shaky voice comes from the corner.

"Jimin....."

"Seven?!" The moment I recognize her voice, I instantly slam my hand against the light pad.

She's on the floor, looking up at me with vulnerable, panicked eyes with her body curled as tight as possible.

Terror's already drained all the color from her face.

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SEVEN

Jimin pulls me up from the cold floor, back of his hand pressing against my cheek. It feels warm, and I struggle to hold back relieved tears from spilling out of my eyes.

"You're so cold." He breathes, eyes going wide in fury. "Who—"

"It's just— it's just me."

I've turned my face away so he can't see my features, so that he can't see how stupid I seem. Who stayed in a room for an entire two hours just because they were afraid of a tiny bug roaming around?

I rest my head against his shoulder, feeling safe now that he was here with me.

"....I'll get you to your room. Is that fine with you?"

I'm about to nod, before I hesitate. I didn't want to be left alone right now. But I didn't really want to tell him that either, because it was just going to be so embarrassing when he already knew why I'd been all that the past two hours.

He was an assassin. There was no way he didn't know by now.

I'm chewing on my lip, still wondering what to say when he starts walking. His hand is pressed tightly against my back, and I look up in surprise when he clicks open a door.

It's not my room.

"I thought you wouldn't want to be by yourself." He says quietly, and I swallow gratefully as he puts me down on what must be the largest bed I've ever seen in my whole life.

I laugh, feeling better.

"So Jungkook wasn't lying." I say, and he blinks at me. "You really do have a massive bed."

His lips are moving, like he wants to say something. Jimin hesitates, looking down at the ground until I finally have to encourage him.

"It's fine to ask. I'm okay now."

His face heats a bit in embarrassment.

"Why would you turn off the lights?" He says, and my eyes get a bit wide. I already have his covers pulled up to my neck, having become instinct by now.

"It— turned off by itself."

"What?" He shakes his head, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "The lights in there stay on and off until someone touches the light pad either outside or inside the room."

"Oh." I say in a tiny voice, feeling too tired to really think about it. "Maybe someone didn't see me and turned off the lights."

He stands there for a while, chewing on his bottom lip as I snuggle underneath the warmth of the bed. It smells of him, and it's calming.

"Sleep." He says when he notices me blinking sleepily. "I'll get you something to eat, alright?"

I force a small smile on my face, trying to lighten up the mood a bit. I'd made it too heavy.

"So all I have to do is act like this to get you to be my personal servant, yeah?"

The look he gives me next shuts me up.

"Seven—" He says, fingers tightening around the doorknob. "Don't joke about something like this. I promise I'll find out who did this to you."

And then before I can even say a single word to that, he closes the door behind him.