"No, that's stupid. We can't do that." One of the guys says from behind me. "Oh? So what do you suppose that we do?" Namjoon asks. "You're trying to make Lalisa defenseless when really she'd be a big help if she at least knew some sort of skills." Namjoon looks at me with cold eyes, I stare back at him with a stare just as cold.

His jaw clenches and he straightens his back. "You don't scare me," I tell him, and it was like everyone died in the room, it got quiet as fuck. Good one Lalisa, good one. "Oh? Is that right?" He asks. I try not to stiffen up or look scared. I don't say anything. "I'm what mobsters call the fucken bogeyman, have you ever seen the bogeyman?" He asks.

It sent a chill up my spine like it rattled my brain to make me confess that I'm scared. But I'm stubborn like my bastard father, so I don't say it. This guy goes on, trying to scare me. "No," I say simply. "That's right, you've never seen the fucken bogeyman, you know why? Cause he hunts in the dark, that's where he kills." He says.

"That's where I kill, nobody sees it coming." He stares at me intensely."You'll think it's a nightmare." He says. "Why the fuck do you think Chaun didn't see it coming when I saved you?" He makes a lot of sense. "Teach me," I say he seems to be taken aback. "What?" He asks. "I said teach me," I repeat myself. He laughs. "You're not capable of being taught, you're a weakling." He says I feel my face heat up. I'm pissed.

"FUCK you!! I've lived all my life under a roof with a man that thought I was nothing! The next time he sees my face, I want him to be scared!" I yell, almost crying. "And after all the shit you teach me." I stand up, facing him. I look at him with all the anger I can. "I want you to be scared of me too," I growl. He searches my face for some sort of sign that I'm not serious.

He wants to see how I react when he pushes me to my limits, he wants me to be in his complete control. He wants me to be weak, and you know what I say about what he wants? Fuck that.

You better believe I'm one hundred percent serious. "Oh shit Namjoon." I hear from behind us. I almost start laughing, but I try not to break character. "Fuck that, I'm not teaching you shit. You're not up for it." He says. My body roars with anger, I'm about to yell at him when Gummy walks up to us.

"I'll teach you." She says, catching Namjoon by surprise. Haha, bitch. I instantly smile at her. "Really?" I ask. "Of course-", "Not, our focus is to protect her," Namjoon says, finishing a sentence she was never going to say. "That's why we train her." She tells him. He stares at her. "It's my job anyways to train people.", "Yeah, only employees," Namjoon says. She looks mad now. "Are you serious? So you want her to be defenseless?" She asks.

He looks at me, God, that cold glare. His glare makes my toes and fingers go cold, Where was he raised? The freezer? He turns to everyone else in the room who are staying quiet, they know not to interfere. A rule I'm obviously not following. "I'm guessing everyone else is agreeing?" He asks, I turn and see everyone nod. I then feel his cold glare back on me, I feel it on my spine as that familiar chill hits my skull.

"You're a fucken stick, what makes you think you can train?" He asks. I quickly look at him. "You're a fucken jerk for insulting me on everything before even knowing what I'm capable of," I tell him. He just looks me up and down before looking at Gummy. "Fine." Is all he says, she looks at me and grins.

**
Namjoon's POV

I'm just trying to do what's best for everyone, having Lalisa learn certain skills will make her too confident and get her in trouble. I've seen it with trainees, and guess where they are now? In the fucking dirt, dead. When the time comes, she's going to be scared shitless. And that's something you can't teach in a room with people you know, that's how I see it. But, I hate being the dick of the group. What would the boss say about this?

I turn to the touchscreen wall, "Look, I just need everyone to go through with their jobs. No lollygagging cause this shit is going down." I announce. "Tech! Run Thailand city street cameras, any cameras that you can. Find out where Chuan Juntasa's wear house is at. Half of you try to track down Lee." , "Yes Namjoon." I hear them answer, I point to the kitchen exit and they run out. "Weaponry, check the count of the artillery room. Take a count of every gun and amount of ammo." I say.

"Yes, Namjoon!!" They answer before I hear them run off, I turn and smack my hand on the island. "I need the smallest person to go and check the secret passage, just to make sure everything is up to par," I say looking at everyone whose remained. Everyone looks around, I roll my eyes. "Jackson, go do it," I say. "What!? I'm not even the smallest person here, have CL or Gummy do it." He pouts.

"DO IT!" I yell and he gets out of his seat. "FUCK! okaaaaaaay!" He yells back, I pick up my fist like I'm going to punch him and he runs out of the kitchen. "For the rest of you, we need to think of several scenarios of which Chuan might come for Lalisa. We can't be sitting ducks when that man shows up." I explain.

"Eeeeeheheheheeeew" I hear in the wall. "All these spider webs. Aaaaaah Fucken Namjoon.", "I can hear you in the wall you horses ass," I say. "Oh man, oh shit.. hahaha I mean-", "Save it, Jackson," I say. Then it goes quiet. Everyone has their tablets out and they're typing. I turn to Lalisa who is drawing on the touch screen wall. My face heats up, I'm about to walk up to her when I feel a hand grip my arm.

"Baby, you can't shit on everything she wants to do. She lost her mother just last night, in case you forgot. Let her live a little, you wouldn't want to remind her of her father, would you?" She asks me. I turn and look down at her. "No, I wouldn't," I confess. "Just let it slide then, okay?" She says, followed by a kiss on my cheek.

I just nod and keep a close eye on Lalisa, wouldn't want her touching files on the touch wall. "When you're done send them to the wall and I'll blow it up," I say. Something blasts on the wall and everyone sees what's playing, Lalisa must have pushed on her file. AH SHIT. I watch her step back, she stares in horror. It's the recording from the sticky cameras I had assembled in her house yesterday.

**
Lalisa's POV

I watch as my mother is shredded into nothing but a pile of grounded meat. My hand flies over my mouth and I scream falling to my knees. Tears running down my cheeks, flashbacks of last night flood into my brain. A hand touches my shoulder and I jump away from them, landing on my side and pulling my knees to my chest. I feel everyone's eyes.

My body is shaking. I should have known, I should have known touching my file would be something horrible. I thought it would be the same file of me he had in the vanilla folder that was in his car. It's my fault for touching my file, I'm stupid and reckless. "Lalisa." I hear someone call me. I shut my eyes, the image of my mother never leaving my brain. "Lalisa." I hear again.

"Mom..." I whisper. I'm pulled off the floor, I can't stand up, my legs are weak. "It's okay." I look up and see CL, I cry more and hold onto her. "That's what she gets for touching things she shouldn't be." I hear Namjoon. Anger roars in my veins. "FUCK YOU!! I LOSE MY MOTHER AND ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS YOUR FUCKEN WALL!" I scream, my throat burning.

He just stares at me, he has no feelings, he doesn't care about anyone but himself. "Let's go Lalisa." I hear CL, I give Namjoon the dirtiest look I can make and follow CL upstairs. She walks me to my room and I sit on the bed, I can't control my tears. "It's okay Lalisa, you can cry." She rubs my back.

"Why is he like that?" I ask through sobs. "Namjoon has the most brutal story out of all of us. It's not his fault that he's like that." She tells me. "He's so bipolar, how can Gummy be with him?" I ask. "We can all relate, I guess we just put up with him." She says. I force myself to stop crying. "What's your story?" I ask.

She's quiet. "I'm sorry, you don't have to tell me," I say. She shakes her head. "I'm case 14 of the first WP program, Kim Chin, at the time was running the Seoul Mob." She starts. "Much like you, my dad borrowed money. But not even that, he was a member of the mob. He was very close with Mr. Kim." She says. "I was 16 at the time." Wow, she was much younger than me. "Everything was perfect, I was top of my graduating class. Until one day my father came home and he was rushing us to get our stuff ready to leave."

"My older sister, at the time, was getting ready to leave for college, she was 23." She looks down at her nails that are black painted. "He didn't need to explain a thing, even at my age I knew that he had done something horribly wrong." She adds. "We didn't get far, we were almost out of Seoul, but of course Chin wouldn't allow that." I stare at her. "They rammed our car, knocked us all out and when I woke up, we were in a wear house, my dad was being beaten to death and my mother and older sister were being raped."

My eyes water. "I thought a lot about how they might have been saving me, or maybe the men forgot about me, but oh, I was wrong." She lets out a breath and looks at me, she undoes the back of her choker and takes it off. I try not to let my eyes widen, I try not to stare too long. "After they murdered my family, all the men who didn't get their way with my mother and sister, they got their way with me." Her eyes water a bit.

"The first man that had his way with me, I bit his ear, ripped that fucker right off." She clinched her choker in her hand tightly. "This huge scar on my neck is from when they slit my throat." She chuckles. "An inch deeper and I would have been dead." She grins and puts her choker back on. "WPP saved my life, and I begged that they let me work for them. I wanted to help them help people like me."

"I'm sorry," I tell her. She smiles, "For what?" She asks. "About what you had to go through." She throws her arm around my shoulder. "It's an ugly and dangerous world out here Lalisa, and sometimes sorry isn't what people need to hear." She lets out a breath. "Just tell me that you'll fight, promise me that you'll be strong and never give up." She says.

I nod. "I will, I really will. I promise." She hugs me, "You're like the little sister I never had." She says. I smile and hug her back. "You know if we all come out of this okay. Maybe Sehun would give you a job." I look at her. "Really?" I ask. She nods, "We all came from losing our family, I'm sure he'd let you stay. You have a family now, that's us." My eyes start to water, I've never had a family.

Yeah, my mom, but it wasn't till yesterday that she actually thought about me. Just then someone walks through the door. "I'm sorry about Namjoon, I apologize on his behalf," Gummy says. I grin, "Thanks, Gummy, but I'd like an apology from Namjoon himself." She nods. "I understand.","So I'll be your new trainee?" I ask. She smiles and nods.

"CL and I will teach you all we know, even Taemin." She says. "Thanks, I really want to show my father that he's wrong about me. I know that I'm going to see him in the future, and it's definitely not going to be on good terms." I explain. Both women nod. "And, I want to show Namjoon that I'm not the weakling that he thinks I am." They smile.

"You got to beat us first little sister." Gummy smiles. "Sorry to break it to you, but we've beaten every member of WPP in this house. Especially Namjoon, he's the one you really have to work up for." Gummy nods agreeing with CL. "So what you're saying is.. I have to beat you two, Taemin, everyone in this house in order to make it up to Namjoon." They nod.

"That's your real test." My eyebrows go up. "He's like the big boss at the end of the game." CL laughs. "Will I learn other skills?" I ask. "If everyone is willing to teach you. I'm sure you won't learn tech, but the only other thing you can learn is shooting. Depending on how long we're here, you might not be able to." Gummy says. Now that, I'm excited about. To be able to hold a gun in my hand, hell yes.

"Really, everyone has their preferences in weapons.","Everyone specializes in all sorts of guns, knives and any other weapon you can think of." I'm really interested in this topic. "Of course, Namjoon is our lead in top ranks in all the weapons and distance shots." Is there anything Namjoon can't do?

"Jackson is our fastest though, which is why Sehun always pairs him and Namjoon together." Gummy explains. I then get flashbacks of my dream. "Does everyone have a reference in body shots?" I ask. "We only teach either chest or head, everywhere else would be completely useless," CL answers my question.

It's quiet for a while, then there's a knock at the door. I'm in high hopes that it's Namjoon, ready to give me the apology that I rightfully deserve. But, my high hopes are kicked down like a baby at the mall on Black Friday. It's BamBam. I grin, "Hey, how you doin'?" He asks. "I'm doing good," I say. He tilts his head.

"Namjoon didn't need to do that." He says. I feel two hands on my back and the next thing I knew, CL and Gummy were out the door. I'm left alone with this fruity peddle kid, BamBam. "Apparently it's his thing to treat everyone like shit," I say. He keeps his distance. "Yeah, I know. But it's no excuse, even if it's his first time in the WP program. He shouldn't treat you like that." He says.

I raise an eyebrow. "Do I know you from somewhere?" I ask. He bites his lip. "Why do I feel like I do?" He asks. I stare at him a little longer. "What's your real name?" I ask, why does this guy seem so familiar to me? Do I know him? "Kunpimook Bhuwakul." He says. I stare at him in disbelief. "No," I say, he nods. I stand up and walk over to him, he seems to shake a bit.

Is he scared of me? Or has Namjoon been telling everyone about not getting close to me, get to him? "You don't remember me, do you?" I ask. "You know me from somewhere?" He asks. I stare in his eyes, was this him? I have a huge feeling that he knows me, but is hiding it. "You're from Thailand, aren't you?" I ask. He nods, I grin. "Yes, I know you," I tell him.

He raises an eyebrow. "High school, that's where we met. I'm sure you don't even recognize me, my hair and face are different." He chuckles. "I see that, little Lalisa Manoban." He smiles. "So you remember me?" I ask. "Some things, but yeah.. a little, how crazy, such a small world. " I give him the biggest smile that I can.

"I can't ever forget your face, you were my best friend," I tell him, then I slightly frown. "And then you vanished and I never saw you again. I never got an explanation, but.. when I saw the news, I thought..." It's quiet, he's staring at me weird. I know he remembers, and this persona he's put on for his job, is really getting on my nerves. "When did this happen to you?" I ask. "I'm case 39, yeah, hey save guys like me too." He says.

"Not as brutal as Namjoon's story, but it's really simple. The Mobsters kill my family that tried to help the community, it's all a huge mystery honestly. I was supposed to die with them... but, being a stubborn teenager. Basically, shit went down. I was pissed that my parents put me in such a horrible position. I regret not dying with my family and the last words I had with them." He looks at me for a while and then out at the sunny sky in the window behind me.

"I should have appreciated what my family did for Thailand, but I was selfish and closed minded. Like CL always says, it's ugly work. But every family has their own ugliness." He says. "Maybe I'll go into more depth later, right now I just want to talk to you about your training." He says. I nod and walk over to my bed, this time he follows me.

I wish I could remember more about what happened with his family, all I can remember is that the incident was all over the news, but he turned himself into a ghost. But one of those ghosts that when people they know, see them and you just get that click. "Oh yeah, mmhmm." Is all I say, I'm too busy with looking for more memories of our past.

Why am I so caught up on pursuing this boy? What if he's not even who I think he is?

"Though I'm with WPP, I really want to help you prove Namjoon wrong, I want him to look at you and he scared shitless." He smiles. "All of us actually want that for you. Like I said, it wasn't right for him to talk to you like that. And I'm sorry about your Mother. I hope that tech can find your father and turn him into Chaun, who will hopefully leave you alone."

I bite my lip. "It may not be that easy, what if even when he has my father and he still wants me?" I ask. "Then we make Chuan Juntasa scared of you too." He says. It really makes me feel better that he wants to help me like everyone else. I then gasp, but he doesn't move. "What?" He asks calmly. "I have something." I run over to my luggage and pull out the little memory box that I've kept for years.

When I was younger, I wanted to remember everything. Especially if I had friends, being the daughter of a moron who wanted to be associated with the Mafia causes people to stop being your friend. Basically, nobody wants to be around because they don't want to get involved, that's always the huge factor.

I walk back towards him and he stares at me, "Here, I haven't looked through this in years but... I think this will help you remember me." I hand it to him and he takes it from me. I stand really close to him and watch him open it. It's a small treasure chest shaped box, it's painted in all sorts of pastel colors and it also has glitter on the top. Oh gosh, I was so cringy when I was little kid.

He instantly laughs and takes out the first photo. "No way." He says, I smile wide and look at the photo too. "This was back when we were on this dance team, and danced on television.", "Yup, I was way taller than you." I tease, I nudge his arm with my elbow. "Well, you're not now." He says, nudging me back.

"Whatever." I roll my eyes. He looks through all the photos of us together, and also of me when I was a baby and things weren't horrible. "Lalisa." He says I look at him. "I actually do remember, I was afraid you wouldn't when it came me. And when you started to, it really made me confused.. and it made me wish that we were in the old days because it was back when we were innocent." He looks deep in my eyes.

"I'm a ghost, I didn't expect this from you." He confesses to me. "You're not a ghost to me, I see you." My heart starts to pound, how could I forget BamBam? He was the first boy I ever liked, I guess chaos with the Mafia really pushed important people out of my head. "Good." He whispers. I stare at his face, wow, he's kind of a hunk now, isn't he?

I catch myself and blink before I speak again, "I literally haven't opened that box in years." I say. "I can tell by the dust." He chuckles. I grin and lean against him, "N-Namjoon would be mad." He tells me, I shrug in response. "I don't care what Namjoon thinks," I say, he just sits there and lets me lean against him. Maybe I'm being needy, but I wish he'd at least hug me back like he used to.

----------------------------

[ R E V I S E D ]