Min Yoongi. I didn't know him, and I never would. He was to die within the next week, for reasons unknown to me, but by my hand none the less.
I folded the papers with his name and details on them, and slipped them back into the envelope. Then I took out a match and set the papers alight. I watched as they burned, disintegrating in my gloved hand. There had been no point in keeping them; I already had them memorised.
I began to walk away, but as I did I heard footsteps behind me. Without turning around or slowing my pace, I called back to my shadower.
"I would hope, Mr Jung, that you'd trust me enough to carry out my profession on my own. I am, as you know, one of the best."
The footsteps behind me slowed, and then stopped altogether. I smirked into the collar of my coat.
I awoke early the next morning. I had a job to complete.
It had said in the papers that every Sunday morning Min Yoongi would 'take a stroll before church'. He would be dead before he arrived.
I stood outside his mansion of a house, disguised as a police officer, and thought of ways to make his 'accident' occur. (I'd never been someone who planned every move, better at thinking on my feet.)
I stood there for 10 minutes before I decided things weren't going as they should. Min should have left by now. I was running over options in my head when his door opened, and I encountered the first problem: he was with friends. The second problem I noticed when I looked at his face: he was worried. Which explained why he was with friends. An anxious person tends to surround themselves with people to ensure they have witnesses and someone to help them if anything occurs. They also tend to become overly cautious.
I skimmed over the new options in my head, and made my decision. When Min and his friends walked through the front gate, I stepped forward to meet them.
"Good morning young sirs. Is a Master Min Yoongi among you?" Min appeared startled, yet when he spoke, his voice was strong.
"Yes. I am he. But may I ask, officer, who are you and why do you wish to know?"
"Constable Lee, sir," I replied, "And Lord Kim suggested you might prefer to have an escort to church this morning." I knew Lord Kim was a trusted friends of his father's, and Min's Godfather. He was also good friends with his sons. I'd taken a gamble that he would know what had happened, even if I was in the dark.
Min was briefly silent, then broke into a gummy smile.
"That is just like Seokjin, is it not?" The boys he was with nodded.
"Does that mean we came to accompany you for nothing?" complained one.
"Of course not!" he exclaimed, then turned back to me.
"Tell Lord Kim that he is too kind, especially since he is leaving for London tomorrow morning! Thank him for his kindness. However, tell him I need no such consideration at present. Good day, Constable."
They left, and I cursed under my breath.
"WHAT!?" I took a step back to avoid the torrent of abuse sure to come. When it stopped, I spoke.
"I give my apologies Mr Jung, but there is no other way."
"It was to be done within the week! Our arrangement-"
"Is impossible to uphold without discovery." Silence.
"If you don't succeed this time then so help me-!" I left, ignoring his curses and threats. I didn't care what he thought of me; as long as I was paid.
A masked ball. To be held in honour of Lord Kim's return, with his bride-to-be. The wedding was to occur the day after. Min was invited to both. He'd only be attending one.
I approached the footman and gave him a name.
"Mr Choi of Cumbria!" People began to mutter. I'd been sure to spread the rumours before my appearance.
"He has contacts everywhere! A respectable man-"
"He's acquainted with the Royal Family! Apparently he grew up with the Prince-"
"Owns a good third of Cumbria! All to himself-"
"£10 000 a year! And his father-"
"He's said to be handsome! Very handsome-"
"And he's looking for a husband!"
I smirked behind my mask.
"I do not understand what all this fuss is about!" Min's voice. "There has been plenty a rich gentleman travel this way!"
I scanned the vast room and spotted him instantly. His fiery nature stood out everywhere.
"Yes, yes Yoongi, but not a young, handsome, romantic, almost princely one! And the simple fact that he's looking for a husband, rather than a bride! It's just-"
"Exciting?" Dead silence. No one dared even breath. Except for Min who was finding it a challenge to disguise his bemusement. I had hoped my interruption would do exactly this.
"Lord Kim and Miss Park Jimin!" Their arrival was enough of an excuse for the conversation to start again,but I had succeeded; Min Yoongi kept his eyes unashamedly on me all evening.
"Do you dance, Mr Choi?" It was the first time he had spoken to me that night.
"Yes, but I'm afraid not very well." Min smiled. "You are Master Min, are you not?" He seemed surprised by my directness.
"Yes. I am he." I nodded once.
"Well then, Master Min, would you do me the honour of tolerating me for the next dance?"
"Certainly." Then he left to talk with others.
"The moon is rather dull tonight." Min and I were outside on the terrace. Alone. He wasn't fazed. "Do you not agree?"
"It seems just as bright tonight as any other," I replied coolly.
"Well I'd have to disagree. To me, it seems dull." I chuckled quietly."What are you laughing at?" he demanded, studying me.
"Just your apparent love of the moon. Tonight, you say it seems larger, rounder and duller, while it looks the same now as it ever did to me!"
"That just proves you aren't a very observant person." I chuckled again. He glared at me. I smiled at him despite it, and slowly melted his glare. He gazed up at me, then glanced away blushing.
"You are staring at me," he mumbled.
"Yes." No point in denying it. He frowned, looking out at the night sky.
"You're a strange man, Mr Choi," he stated.
"I would hope so, Master Min," I replied. Min stood, thinking, then turned to face me.
"Yoongi." I raised my eyebrows, then smiled.
"Alright, Yoongi." He smiled in triumph, then walked back inside. I stared after him for a moment, before realising I'd missed my chance. I cursed under my breath.
"How long do you intend to stay, Mr Choi?" I was in the Min's parlour. Mrs Min was speaking. Mr Min was not there. Yoongi was...
"As long as I possibly can, Mrs Min. I find this town of yours a very pleasant place indeed."
"That is very good to hear. There used to be many people of good fortune such as yourself visiting here, but it is not so anymore."
"I honestly cannot see why!"
"None of us can, Mr Choi. It simply does not make sense." I nodded. Pretending to be interested. I just need to get Yoongi alone. Then I could finally get paid.
"Would you care to attend dinner here tonight, Mr Choi?" It was Yoongi. "My mother was meaning to ask you, but I dare say it has escaped her mind."
"Oh! Well, I do not wish to intrude-"
"You would not be intruding," replied Mrs Min.
I glanced between Mrs Choi and Yoongi.
"Well, if you insist..."
I walked slowly, hating myself. This shouldn't have happened. I couldn't bring myself to kill him. Why? There were too many reasons. The biggest was obvious though: I was in love with him. I'd fallen for his unkempt hair, his flaming eyes and his curious charm. However, the thing that really hooked me was his brutal honesty and astonishing stubbornness. While others worded false praises and encouragements, he told you that you were terrible without batting a lash. Contradict some over and over and they'll back down, yet when he believed in something strongly you could not sway him. He was unlike any other young master. He reminded me of me...
Another huge factor in my unwillingness was why Mr Jung wanted him dead. It was just so... petty! Min's brother had become rather drunk at dinner and at cards that night told everything.
"My dear friend," he had said, although I had only made his acquaintance that night, "you are lucky!"
"Why?" I had asked.
"Why?! Because dear Yoongi could be engaged by now!" I had blinked, surprised by his forwardness. "Mr Jung, I think his name was, asked for his hand not but one month ago! He turned him down, for his age. Mr Jung was not happy. Humiliated! he was. For he'd made his intentions clear for quite a while!" I hadn't been able to reply. I'd left shortly afterwards. Yoongi had humiliated him, so he had him killed. Or would have done if it wasn't for my damned conscience!
But this started me thinking; how many people had I killed for the exact same reason as Mr Jung's whim? I had assumed the people I murdered had just reasons to die. I'd assumed my employers had been right in the head! I'd assumed... nothing. I hadn't thought about reasons! I hadn't cared. That wasn't my job. All I'd cared about was the large sum of money I acquired at the end of each job. Ill-gotten gains.
I sighed, not knowing what to do. I kill. I get paid. I leave. Routine. Routine that I loathed myself for getting into. Routine that wasn't an option anymore. What were my other options?
Confess to Yoongi and pray he'll run away with me? Tell Mr Jung I'm unable to complete my task and hope he won't turn me in, tell Yoongi before I can, or try to kill me himself? Could I leave and never look back? Should I kill myself? Kill Mr Jung? I did not want to die, but I couldn't bare to live without Yoongi. To kill Jung? I was drawn to it, but no. I would never kill again. Ever. I promised myself that. Confess to Yoongi... Could I bring myself to tell him? Could I risk him hating me? The choice was taken from me when I heard his voice.
"It's very rude to leave unannounced and without a goodbye you know." Despite his words, his tone was playful. That would soon change.
"Yoongi," I began, turning to face him, "I have something to confess."