Guys, do you know the musical BMC??? If you do, do you ship Michael and Jeremy :))) 'Cause this girl does~ they are my precious children~♥♥

I put on some chill tunes on the media because this chapter might stress out some people. By that I mean me.

[Have you guys found her?!] A white haired actor angrily types on his phone and posts it on the RFA chat room. He wasn't one to get mad this much but the current situation was an exception. Who wouldn't be mad when a precious friend of yours suddenly disappears because of a man who had the audacity to stop looking after her.

[We haven't.] The reply came in five minutes after and was from the man who was leading the search parties, though finally glad to be answered, the white haired actor couldn't help but fume and bite his lower lip bitterly.

[What the hell Jumin?! You still haven't found her? It's been days! Have you even been trying?!] He questions the dark haired man, not trying to hide at all the fury he was experiencing right now.

The dark haired man scans through the actor's words with a displeased frown. He rubs his tired temples in frustration as his mind starts to imagine the actor in his very room screaming at him like a parent scolding their child.

[Of course I've been trying, Zen. What do you think I've been doing for these past few days? Ordering people around while I casually lounge with a wine glass in my hand, waiting for satisfying results to be bestowed upon me?]

The white haired actor couldn't help but grimace. He would be lying if he said he didn't think about it and it annoyed him greatly how easily the dar haired man could read his mind when he was angry.

[I don't care, Jumin! Just double your search parties or something that'll speed up our progress! Bah! I'm going out for a drive.]

[Zen, it's raining.] The dark haired man types in. As much as he disliked the man, he didn't want any harm to come to him. After all, the girl who was currently missing didn't like it when people get hurt because of her.

Reminiscing about her made the dark haired man incredibly depressed. He missed her constant supportive and kind messages, not to mention her wondrous cheery voice whenever they talked over the phone. He wished to hear that voice again. Even if it was just for a short while or just a simple chuckle or something. Lastly, he wished for her to be found and finally be back safe and sound in her apartment.

Oh how he wished for this to come true.

As the dark haired man submerges into his thoughts, the white haired actor writes in a message before exiting the chat room.

[Doesn't matter, rain won't stop me from searching for her again.]

Turning off his phone, he grabs his leather jacker, puts it on and walks out of his apartment. It was pouring outside, just as the dark haired man told him, but despite the loud pitter patters of the rain the white haired man goes over to his motorcycle and takes it out to the city, hoping and praying to find some lead about the girl that's been missing for days.

Y/N woke up an hour ago. She didn't know what time it was but she was sure it was still morning despite the unfortunate rain occurring at the world outside her cell window. Shielding herself from the little rain that entered her window, she placed herself near her cell door and waited for Saeran to arrive and check up on her. She didn't usually do this though. Most days she would sleep the morning and afternoon away and be taken to Rika or be doused with drugs at night. It wasn't a pleasant schedule but sleeping kept herself sane. She didn't want to break now when she was so close to her goal.

'Just a few more weeks' she thought to herself as she fiddle with Saeran's jacket which was situated neatly on her lap.

"You're up early," a voice suddenly calls out to Y/N, taking her out of her thoughts and back to reality. She averts her eyes up to her new visitor and smiles a little. It was evident that this person was the one she waiting for because of his fluffy looking white hair and teal green eyes.

He had a cup of water and a fresh plate of bacon and eggs in his hands. Without his jacket on, Y/N could see the boy's lean and slim figure and that cursed Mint eye tattoo on the side of his right forearm. She purses her lips into a thin line while observing the white haired boy enter her cell and place the plate of food in front of her. "I'm sorry if this doesn't taste good or if it's too sweet. I'm not exactly the best cook around," Saeran says to Y/N, lightly letting out a cough after.

Y/N notices this and stares at the boy with concern. "You look like you've recently took a morning stroll in hell. You should really rest or take a nap every now and then,"

Saeran, who was trying to prevent more coughs to escape his mouth, glares at the young woman. Though he knew he looked like shite, he didn't want anyone else to tell him he does. Especially this hypocrite of a woman in front of him.

"Don't tell me what to do, old hag," Saeran says grumpily as he crosses his arms. Y/N takes the plastic fork from the plate and quietly stabs the yolk of her egg, causing it to spill over the bacon. "If I'm an old hag, then what would that make you? I'm only a few months older than you after all, so why don't you be a good kid and listen to the older and smarter one," the female says as she brings a piece of the egg to her mouth. She wasn't exactly in the mood to argue with the boy this early in the morning but if she must, she will.

"Just because you're older doesn't mean I have to follow what you tell me to do nor does that mean you're smarter than me," Saeran huffs out. "Plus, I won't be getting any breaks at all if I have to watch over your stupid ass all day," he says, rubbing the back of his neck in frustration. Though he didn't want to admit it to Y/N, he actually did need sleep. A human being has limits and Saeran was beginning to pass to the point of no return with his lack of sleep.

But he couldn't just randomly sleep while on an important job. He wanted to make his saviour proud.

Saeran slicks back his hair out of stress and takes out a cigarette and lighter from his pocket. "Why not ask Rika for a vacation?" Y/N suddenly says, taking aback the white haired boy. "You mean like, ask for a favor?" Saeran gasps out, shooting a devastated look at the young woman as he lights his cigarette with the lighter. "Yeah, tell her you need relaxation especially with all the work and stress you've been experiencing," Y/N conveys as she wipes her greasy mouth with her the back of her hand.

Saeran couldn't comprehend what she just said to him as if it was a foreign language he didn't know or understood. To ask a favor from the woman who saved his life; who gave him a new chance in redemption? He couldn't help but laugh and scoff internally. What an idiotic young woman she is indeed.

"I can't do that. If I do I might as well shoot myself afterwards because she'll punish me greatly," Saeran says tiredly, breathing in smoke from his cigarette then blowing it all back out.

Y/N squints at the boy in distaste, "It's worth risking a bullet rather than assuming you'll miss before you even get the chance to fire," she states as she finishes her breakfast. Saeran looks up at the stone ceiling and contemplates the young woman's words. He just couldn't bring himself to do it. He would rather die than displease his saviour. Die than make her angry.

So without anything to say, Saeran continues to smoke in silence, hoping that the young woman would drop the subject.

Y/N, knowing that the boy wouldn't answer or talk to her any about it any longer, says, "Come here,"

Saeran raises a brow at her, confused, but nonetheless walks over to the young woman. She pats the place beside her, urging the boy to sit. With an exasperated sigh, he obliges. "What's this abou-," the boy cuts himself off when Y/N suddenly places a hand on the side of Saeran's head and gently pulls it to her lap. Saeran was about to protest and curse at her but Y/N stops him by gently stroking his hair and shushing him.

"Sleep for now," Y/N says as she continues to caress the boy's hair. "Your job is to guard me and make sure I won't try to escape correct? Then you can do that while resting,"

Saeran squints at the young woman, trying to find out what the catch was with her sudden kindness. Y/N, feeling the boy's burning gaze, looks down at him with an unreadable expression. "I won't leave your side, Saeran. I promise," she says as she gently drapes the jacket he lent to her on his body. Saeran really wanted to stand up and say no but his tired body couldn't help but relax.

"Fine," he yawns out before finally answering sleep's constant calls to him. Y/N, happy that she made the boy rest, gladly joins him in his slumber.

Ughhh, my brain hurts just by writing this chapter. I feel like I'm going to pass out any second;; Thanks for reading this new chapter of Secrets by the way! Hope y'all enjoyed it more than I do~ I seriously stressed over this too much (especially with that damned edit) but I had a lot of fun writing again. If there are any mistakes with my grammar and tense, don't hesitate to tell me~

Also, before I forget, to the galineta who recommended this book to her friends, I am seriously flattered. This has honestly never happened to me before so thank you~💕💕 Well maybe it did but without my knowing, so yeah~

I'll see y'all in another year I guess xD I'm kidding. Maybe a month or a week later.