Trust

"If that's what you want then, of course. I'll go with you," I smiled, reaching out to grab his hand. All I ever wanted was to leave this goddamn mess, and it's finally happening.

"Araso, let's start packing. Just pack lightly," Yoongi smiled, pulling me forward, but before we could even reach his room, the Mins came strolling into the suite. We stopped dead.

"Kids... What are you up to?" Mrs. Min smiled when she found us standing by Yoongi's door.

"Going into my room. Why?" Yoongi shrugged, exchanging restless glances with me. I hope we won't mess up.

"Well, the food should be here soon. Your father and I will be heading out for dinner together," Mrs. Min nodded at Mr. Min, who was drinking water in the kitchen.

"We'll eat when we're hungry," Yoongi shrugged. And we made our way into his room without uttering another word.

"It's impossible," I whispered, carefully closing the door behind us.

"We need to figure out a plan, but we have to leave tonight. It's our only chance," Yoongi dug into his drawers in a hurry. I watched him quietly.

"You know we'll get caught the moment they see us leaving with the bags?" I questioned, leaning against the door. We'll get in so much trouble if we get caught.

"You're right. What do we do? We can't leave through the balcony since we're on the 100th-something floor," Yoongi sighs, turning to look at me in frustration.

"Maybe... we can ask an alpha for help," I thought hard to myself. I'm sure they can help us leave this place.

"Taehyung? He'll help you-"

"No, not Taehyung," I immediately shook my head. I'm sure he'll kill us if he finds out. His name brings me fear and the feeling of attachment at the same time.

"Then who?" Yoongi asks while staring at me.

"Hoseok. He can help us," I bit my lips nervously. I'm not sure if he'll help us, but it's our only chance.

"Alright, contact him then," Yoongi nods, turning back to his drawers. I called Hoseok, and he agreed to come over, but I didn't tell him about our plans yet.

"Let him in. He's here to help me with my project," I ordered the guard as Hoseok stood outside the suite.

"Do you really have to call me over at this time?" Hoseok chuckles as he walks into the suite.

"Hoseok..." I glanced at him nervously.

"What's wrong?" Hoseok curiously smiled at me while glancing around the suite.

"We're leaving and we need your help," Yoongi sighed while he leaned against the couch with his arms folded.

"I'm sorry, what?" Hoseok questioned and glanced at me in confusion.

"I know it's crazy, but we need you to help us out of here," I said nervously.

"You must be kidding me?" Hoseok scoffed, placing his hands in his pocket with an uptight expression.

"We're not kidding. We're leaving tonight," I bit my lower lips anxiously. If he refuses to help us- then we're screwed.

"Sora- This is insane. You can't- I can't help you," Hoseok refused and turned away, but I ran after him.

"Hoseok, listen, please. We can't stay here anymore," I begged, opening my arms to block him from leaving.

"Sora, I can't," Hoseok avoided my arms, but I moved to block him again.

"It's pointless for me! Your mother, Seokjin, Namjoon, and their parents aren't happy with me or Yoongi. We won't last if we stay. Oh? We'll disappear for good," I desperately begged him. Hoseok paused to stare at me for a few seconds.

"Was this your idea?" Hoseok sighed, turning to dart Yoongi a disappointed look.

"Yeah-"

"No! It was mine!" I snapped, cutting Yoongi off.

"Sora, this is insane. You're insane," Hoseok turned to look at me in disbelief.

"Please listen, come here," I tugged Hoseok away from Yoongi and nudged him into the bathroom.

"S-Sora!" Hoseok snaps, pulling his arm away in irritation.

"Listen. I know every household in the society is frightened of Yoongi's presence. Believe me, if Yoongi leaves... you will no longer feel threatened. Yoongi and I will be happy. It's a win-win for all of us," I explained. I grabbed tightly onto Hoseok's arm and stared at him with my pleading eyes.

"I understand. But it's dangerous out there, just you and him? You can't escape the society. There's no way out of this game," Hoseok repeatedly shook his head at me.

"We'll go far away! And no one will even recognize us! It's our only chance! Please listen to me! Yoongi and I entered this whatever game you're playing, very late... so it's not too late to back away," I desperately begged him. Hoseok scanned my eyes quietly as he tried to make up his mind.

"Fine. Fine, but I'm warning you, this is not a good idea. Not for you and especially not for Yoongi," Hoseok gulps nervously as he stares at me.

"Thank you," I smiled, giving him a tight hug.

"Promise me you'll stay safe," Hoseok patted my back with a worried expression.

"I will, and oh! Don't tell anyone about this," I pulled away from Hoseok.

"Of course," He gazed at me sadly. After an intense discussion, we finally stepped out of the bathroom together.

"So?" Yoongi asked, still leaning against the couch.

"What's your plan?" Hoseok questioned, placing his hands on his hips.

"We need you to get us to the train station and take our bags," Yoongi nodded toward our luggage.

"How the hell do I leave this place without being questioned," Hoseok rolls his eyes at Yoongi.

"We'll distract the guards, so you can take our luggage out, and don't worry, I'll disconnect the security footage. No one will notice for the next thirty minutes," Yoongi smirks at Hoseok.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Hoseok exhales deeply.

"Thank you," I smiled at Hoseok.

"The car will be waiting at the back exit," Hoseok nodded and lifted our luggage. Yoongi smiled excitedly and strode out of the suite by himself.

"Are you sure about this?" Hoseok asks, turning to look at me worriedly.

"No regrets," I smiled, waiting for Yoongi to signal us.

"WHO'S THAT?!" Yoongi screamed from the other side of the door. I slowly pulled the door open to get a peek at the situation.

"What are you talking about young master?" The guard questioned, scanning the far end of the corridor in confusion.

"There was a guy in a black mask! He looks suspicious," Yoongi pointed in the direction in shock.

"You and you, come with me," One of the guards beckons the other guards and they rush off in the direction.

"This is crazy," Hoseok whispers quietly.

"Young master, you should remain in the suite," A bulky guard turned to look at Yoongi.

"What are you doing here? I thought eomma ordered you to guide her?" Yoongi asks the guard with a blank stare.

"She did not, sir," The guard dully stared at Yoongi.

"I thought I heard her say so before you left. Are you telling me you weren't paying attention?" Yoongi pretends to be shocked.

"No, sir. I will check-"

"Wow, eomma left half an hour ago! I can't imagine how mad she'll be to be kept waiting," Yoongi huffed at the guard.

"Madam will be mad. I'll call the second shift sir!" The guard gulped in panic and hurried away.

"This is insane- I'm warning you!" Hoseok exhales and we finally rush out of the suite.

"As promised, alright?" I turned to Hoseok nervously.

"As promised," He nods before hurrying away with our luggage. The last thing I remember was his sad stares.

"Come on. Let's get changed," Yoongi pulled me back into the suite. I quickly pulled on my jeans and t-shirt before tying up my hair.

"Wear this," Yoongi placed a white cap on my head.

"We can do this," I exhaled nervously.

"Hold tight," Yoongi nodded while rubbing my cheeks. He leaned in to give me a quick kiss, and we quickly made our way down the empty hallway.

"Young master is left alone we should hurry-"

"Shit," Yoongi cursed, pressing the elevator buttons repeatedly when we heard the guards striding down the other side of the corridor.

"Fuck! Hurry!" Yoongi gritted while slamming his hand repeatedly on the button.

"That was close," I exhaled when the elevator door opened, and we quickly rushed inside. The door finally shuts right before the guard passes by us.

"Someone clicked the elevator button. We have to get off the floor before that," Yoongi inhaled nervously when the 96th button lit up. We quickly got off on the 97th floor and waited for another lift.

"The food was good," A familiar voice echoed from the intersection of the hallway. Taehyung.

"Oh no," I whispered, freezing in place when I recognized his voice.

"I know right? We should order more tomorrow," Jimin chuckles. We heard footsteps approaching us, so I snapped my head towards the elevator in panic.

"Fuck fuck! Hurry!" I started slamming the screen repeatedly. BING. The door slid open. Yoongi rushed inside, and right before I stepped into the elevator- Taehyung appeared at the corner. It felt as if time froze in its place when I saw him. He was smiling. 

Taehyung looked up and we made eye contact. He tilted his head when he recognized me, but before he could comprehend the situation... I stepped into the elevator and disappeared from his sight. It all happened in less than two seconds, but somehow I felt as if the world stopped spinning the moment we made eye contact. I felt this emptiness within my chest... his dark brown eyes staring at me in confusion.

"Sora! We have to go!" Yoongi shook my shoulder, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Oh. Oh," I nodded as we quickly walked out of the elevator and towards the back exit.

"He kept his word," Yoongi smiled when we found a black van waiting for us. We quickly got in and the van drove off at full speed.

"We did it," I turned to smile at Yoongi.

"Off we go. Far... far away," Yoongi wraps his arm around my shoulder. Suddenly, my phone started ringing. Kim Taehyung. I stared at my screen when I felt my heart sinking at the sight of his name. He must be worried. Sighing, I turned off my phone and ignored his call.

"Why would he call you at this hour?" Yoongi asks, eyeing me in confusion.

"He must've caught a glimpse of me at the elevator," I shrugged, putting my phone away. Suddenly, the van pulled into a dark field. Click. Click. The driver locked the car doors.

"Wait... What the fuck.." Yoongi whispered quietly and tensed his body.

"What's going on," I gulped. My heart started racing in fear when I realized something wasn't right about the driver.

"That fucking jerk betrayed us," Yoongi grits in teeth in rage.

"Hello, master. Should I execute your plan of elimination?" The person in the passenger seat questioned in a dull voice with the phone pressed against his ear. PLAN OF WHAT?! HOSEOK...

"HOSEOK! AS PROMISED!" I screamed in fear, hoping he'd hear me through the phone, causing the driver to turn and glare at us. What the hell is he doing to us? This can't be it. He promised.

"We shouldn't have trusted him!" Yoongi clenched his fists in horror.

"Yes, master," The person said shortly before hanging. The van grew hushed as we watched the person in fear. We messed up. This is all my fault. I shouldn't have trusted him.

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'Trust no one.' Namjoon's words repeatedly echoed in my head. 'I know they're nice back in Busan. I understand. But they're one of us here.' Taehyung's voice replayed in my head. 

I should've listened to them...