•Training Begins•
Day 1

The jerk ass Namjoon finally let me start training. There are so many secret passages in this house, it's much bigger than I originally anticipated. CL, Gummy, Taemin and I are in the training center. "You got to make your legs stronger," Taemin tells me as he smacks my thighs, well damn!

"Look, you're still weak." He slightly pushing my shoulder, my body moves. I try another stance, "Weak." He says pushing me again. "Weak." He says again, I try one last stance. "Weak." He repeats himself when he pushes my shoulder and I almost fall. "Taemin, stop doing that." Gummy tells him. "Stand like this." He says, he finally shows me the right way to stand. He smacks my thigh again, "Lightly bend your knees." I do what he says.

I do his exact stance and wait for him check my strength again. He lightly pushes me, and I move a bit, much less than before. "Much better, I wanted to see how you think you should stand first before showing you. We got to work on your thighs and strength." He says I stand up straight. "Now let's start on your training." I nod. He started me out with squats and leg kicks.

Gummy and CL just watched, I guess Taemin is head of training. He's a very good teacher, he helped me stretch out correctly. He told me that my inner rage for my father is a good way to channel my inner strength. The training was very intense, but he didn't yell at me, he was very calm with me, he helped me do things right when I couldn't get it down.

Then I begin to realize that the reason Gummy and CL are watching me, is because I will have to face them on the fighting mat before I face everybody else. "You're doing very good Lalisa, but I think that's enough for today. You should get some rest we will start bright and early tomorrow." My eyebrows knit. "No, I want to continue until I'm sweating, I'm bleeding, or even crying. I have to prove them wrong, Namjoon, and my dad. I'm not stopping, train me." He just stands there and looks at me, "Train me, I want to learn."

He stares at me longer, and I'm not sure if he's disappointed in me or if he's impressed. I hate that everybody thinks that I'm weak when really I'm not. I've been through so much shit in the past few days and I want to show everybody that I can be stronger than anyone they've saved in the WP program. I want to be different. I want to be that person that people can rely on, not some weak person that everyone has to look after.

"Lalisa, I don't want to push you so hard that you break. I've seen it happen, even with the strongest people." And I begin to wonder if he's talking about Namjoon, they say that he has the most horrible story out of everyone here. Out of everyone in the witness protection program, I want to know. "You're not going to break me, you're only going to make me stronger. Not to admit it but, I'm my father's daughter and he's hardheaded, which makes me hardheaded. Teach me, please."

He looks at me with that glare again, I can't quite make out what he's thinking. Maybe he's thinking I'm acting like a teenager, an immature teenager. Or that I'm acting like I'm strong, but really I am strong. "You need your rest, sore muscles cannot work when they are pushed to their limits. That is why I have to train you, to become fit so that you can be able to do everything we do. I'm not going to put you on that mat and have you end up on your back, I want everyone else on their back when they face you on that mat."

His words encourage me, but it makes me think that he's just doing this so that he can make me stop training for today. But maybe he's right, I'll possibly wake up sore in the morning and taking a rest for the day would be for the best. I let out of breath and give in to him. "Fine, but I'm only doing it because I'm hungry. Not because I want to quit." I explain to him. He laughs, "I'm not telling you to take a break because I think you're going to quit. I'm telling you this so that you can get some rest and you won't wake up sore in the morning."

"I know you we have a long way to go, but I wanted to still tell you thank you. I know that in times like this, maybe other people who would be in my situation wouldn't be able to do things I can today or will be able to do in the future. But thank you, for helping me find my inner strength that I didn't know I had. Thank you for believing in me, and caring about how sore my muscles will be in the morning." I laugh.

He smiles, "I know that you're strong, I don't have a doubt in the world about you. And there's really no need to thank me because this is my job and I really do want you to succeed." He wipes the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, "And to be completely honest I want to see Namjoon on his ass when he's on that mat with you."

I smile when he says the right words, I definitely want to see that as well. "And even if he doesn't end up on his ass, I want him to know that everything that he said about you is wrong. That you're not just some girl that he's helping with the witness protection program for the first time. I want him to know that there's a new fucking boogeyman in this house and that it's not him."

I have the biggest smile on my face, I know that he's possibly just telling me this to make me feel better. But really it is, I've never had so much encouraging words be told to me before. I then look at him, "Do people really call him the fucking boogeyman? Because honestly I feel like that's a really stupid name, but I wouldn't mind being called the fucking boogeyman if it means that I beat him."

He laughs, "If you really think about it, it's actually pretty scary name to think about what he can do to you without you even being able to see him. Namjoon is really something else, sometimes I wonder if he's even human. Then I remember all the shit that he's gone through before he became a member of this company."

I've honestly become extremely curious about what Namjoon has gone through, I really want to know now. But I know nobody's going to tell me and that I'm going to have to wait until he tells me himself. I want to know why he's such a cold person, I want to know why he's so mean, I want to know why he's known to be the fucking boogeyman.

"Lalisa, want to help us make dinner? I'm pretty sure all the guys are upstairs in the kitchen again thinking of several game plans since for the past few hours they haven't been able to think of anything." CL calls to me, I nod quickly. "We should make them dinner I think that would be really nice and that they would really appreciate it. People should never work on an empty stomach." Gummy adds.

"They always say, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach," I say, they look at me and start laughing. I'm completely confused. "Why would you say that?" CL asks. "Are you trying to get to somebody's heart, Lisa?" Gummy asks. I begin to blush really hard, "No? I'm not trying to get to anybody's heart, I'm saying for Gummy to do that for Namjoon. I just thought...."

They start to laugh again, "We're just kidding Lalisa. If you were to try to get at someone's heart right now, that would be against the rules." I stare at them, "Why is dating a member of the company, against the rules?" They both become serious, "It has happened before." Taemin then takes over.

"There was this worker who was just like Namjoon. He did everything, and he was also new to the witness protection program. He was up on his first case, and he ended up falling in love with the girl. It caused a lot of problems and he chose the girl over his job with the company. Sehun didn't want that to happen ever again, so he made it a rule that workers aren't allowed to have relationships with clients." Taemin explains.

I see why this big boss guy would make such a rule, he doesn't want to lose workers. "How do I become a worker then?" I ask. They all look at me confused, "Is there somebody that you like on the team already?","Is that why you asking so many questions about relationships?" I laugh nervously, "I only asked one question and I got my answer. Now I'm asking another question, how do I become a member of the company? I don't have a family, I don't have everyone."

I fix my hair. "Ever since you all arrived, I've felt at home. And I haven't felt that in a long time." I say, my eyes watering a bit. CL smiles and so does Gummy. "Then let's all have a dinner like a family," Gummy says walking over to me and wrapping an arm around my shoulder. We all head up to the kitchen, everyone is very serious, Namjoon looks like he's ready to pull out all his hair.

"Here, come so that we can start on food," CL says as she pulls me to the cooking area of the kitchen. Taemin sneaks into the group of guys and I turn to help the girls with the food. We end up making a whole lot of Kimchi since there's a lot of us. I've eaten it but never made this before, they teach me and when I got to taste a little bit, it's absolutely delicious.

Soon all the busy boys were all at the table and we were all eating delicious food. BamBam sits in front of me, Chanyeol on one side of me and Jackson on the other. "This is delicious ladies," Jackson announces, everyone hums and nods in agreement. I smile and continue eating. I see a spoon come over and squish my meat, trying to take some. I turn towards Jackson, "Stop, get your own food." But he still tries as he laughs.

"Jackson." I laugh, pushing his hand away. I then hear a large thud. "Ow!! What the fuck Namjoon?" Jackson asks. "Stop fucking around and eat your food," Namjoon says passing by with another plate of food. I frown, "He was only teasing." I tell him. Namjoon stares at me with an intense glare. "Well, he's fucken annoying me." He says before walking back to his seat next to Gummy.

I look at Jackson, I pat his arm before going back to my eating. I'm no longer in the mood to play around. It becomes super quiet again, up until everyone helped clean up and we all headed up to bed. I walk over to my room when I hear someone call my name, I turn around. I smile. "Hey Jackson," I say.

"I'm sorry about-", "Don't worry about it, I know you were just kidding," I say. He slightly nods. "I'm glad you're training, I was one of the people who thought it'd be a good idea for you to have some sort of skills.", "You'll look after me right?" I ask. He nods, "Of course, you're everyone's responsibility now." I walk to him, wrapping my arms around him, he freezes.

He hugs me back, "I wish I had a big brother like you, your goofiness really cheers me up." He chuckles, "You're like the little sister I never had." He says. For some reason, my eyes start to water and I pull away walking to my room, leaving him confused. I don't know why I left in the middle of our conversation. My heart doesn't know what's going on. Neither does my brain.

**
Day 5

For the past few days, after my legs, we went for arms. Taemin says after this, I will learn how to block and finally learn how to defend myself. Taemin also says I'm a fast learner, which I know because I'm a dancer. I'm a very skilled dancer, but for a couple of years since my father borrowed from the Mob, I stopped going because I didn't want those people to be in danger.

"Pa Pa!" I hit the punching bag, left, right. Taemin holds the punching bag so that it doesn't sway. "Jab jab." Right touch touch. "Pa jab jab pa." Right, touch touch left. "Now we're going to work a bit on your defense, and how to work with both your arms and legs." He says. He walks over to a rack and grabs two circular hand mitts, ones that boxer trainers use. "This is where things get a little more intense."

I let out a breath, "More intense than everything so far?" He laughs. "Yes, now keep up, unless you want to get hit in the face with these things." I nod. "We'll start off slow, then gradually get faster. The whole point of these things is for you to punch them, and avoid them." He explains. "Okay," I say. He faces them towards me. "When I slightly drop a hand, that's the hand you have to punch with, okay?" He slightly drops his left hand and I punch with my left, he nods.

It went on for a while, left, right, right, right, left, left, right. "Now when I drop it to my hip, that's where you use your knee." I nod. Left, knee, knee, right, knee, left, left, knee, knee, right, right. He smiles, "You're doing great. Now with the ducks, I'm not going to apologize if I hit you in the head. You have to pay attention." I nod.

Then he begins, right, left, knee, duck, duck, left, left, duck, right. "Nice, now we're going to speed up a bit so you can get a taste of how it feels." I take a deep breath. Rightleftrightkneekneeduckduckkneerightkneeleft. "You're pretty fast.", "I'm trying to be." I wipe my forehead.

"Now, for better cover bring your hands up." He shows me how to position my hands with the round mits he's wearing. I nod and bring them in front of my face, "Better stance." He tells me, I adjust my legs and bend my knees a bit. "Good Good." He nods. "Here we going again." He shakes his arms before he raises them again, I'm ready.

**
Namjoon's POV

I walk through the halls, finding myself a bit curious on her progress. I look into the training facility, she's fast. I guess, but everyone else is faster than her, period. I look over at CL and my baby girl Gummy, they seem very impressed. I'm not, it took her five days while it took me an hour to be at her level.

"Namjoon, whatcha doing?" I roll my eyes. "Checking out your competition? It's pretty good for her first day right? I'd like to say she's doing very well, better than she was a couple hours ago." I turn to him. "Shut up, I just wanted to see her skills. But she's very slow, so I'm not impressed."

He rolls his eyes, "You're never impressed.", "Jackson shut the fuck up." He lets out a breath. "Why are you here?" I ask. "Checking out the competition, you know all of us have to face her." He says I shrug. "I ain't got nothing to worry about, she'll give up right on her first person. CL better not take it easy." I say. "What the fuck is your problem? Do you have something against Lalisa? Why is it that you look down on her so much? What's the deal with you?" He asks me.

"Why are you close to her all of a sudden?" He stares at me with a straight face, as if he didn't expect me to say something about it. I saw him last night hugging her in front of her room. I'm not blind and I refuse to stay quiet about what's happening in this house and on this team since she's arrived. "What? Didn't think I'd notice?" I ask. I walk past him, shoving his shoulder with my own shoulder.

"Fucken watch yourself Jackson, or you'll get fired. I can't lose my partner." I say. "Especially not to her, she's going to get one of us killed, and I would hate her for life if it was you." And he gives me a dirty look. "You sweat like she's planning some sort of evil plan to take down the company and kill every single one of us. It's honestly ridiculous."

What is it that everyone likes about her? She's not even all that, she acts like she's a baby. Whining all the fucken time until she gets her way and everyone goes to comforts her, we need to be serious, not making best friends and several boyfriends. She's also turned my own girlfriend against me, which pisses me off even more because I don't want a fucked up relationship.

Everyone is so interested in her, it's going to get people killed. And I don't want that to happen, these are my teammates. I can't lose anyone or it's on my head. I swear if she causes someone's life I'm going to hurt her so bad. I don't give a fuck if she's a girl. I'm the alpha looking out for my pack, not letting a little runt get in my way.
**
CL's POV

I see Namjoon and Jackson in the hallway, Namjoon looks pissed as hell. I don't understand what his problem is. Maybe because this isn't what he wanted, he didn't want us to supposedly waste our energy on teaching Lalisa how to defend herself. Fuck him, yeah, he's head leader around here. But there are some things that he isn't right about.

He can't just expect Lalisa to be defenseless, that will cost her life and others. Jackson stands in the doorway, looking in at ... me? No, Jackson, don't tell me. I get up and walk over to the door, he looks startled. I open the door and grab his coat before he can walk away. "What are you doing?" I ask him, closing the door behind me.

"Checking out the competition." He says. I raise an eyebrow. "I'm not your competition," I say. He grins, "Don't flatter yourself." I cross my arms over my chest. "Don't make me slap you." It's like his face changes, it's seductive and he seems to be drawing me in. He sets a hand on the door and leans his face towards me, tilting his head making sure I see his eyes.

"Promise?" He asks. It's like at this moment he was ten times as attractive to me. I've always found him good looking, but at this moment he's much more than that. I pull his shirt and connect our lips, he instantly kisses me back. Is this what he wanted? Me? But I'm damaged, why would he want a girl like me? The kiss was quite rough, maybe because neither of us knows how to be soft.

His arm tight around me, I pull away. "Why me?" I ask. "Why not you? Do you not want me?" He asks. "I'm damaged goods, you wouldn't want that," I say. He has a straight expression on his face. "No, you're not." He says I bite my lip. "But if this isn't what you want, I understand." He steps back. "I'll wait for you." He says walking down the hall.

I stay against the door, all that I've been through.. I don't think I'd be able to learn how to love because everyone I love... dies.

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