A gunshot rang through the air, followed by several screams. A man stood on the roof of a building, running a hand through his sweaty hair as he tucked his gun into its holster and made his way for the stairs. He slipped back down through the building and exited out the back door, placing his hood over his head and putting a face mask on. He was unfazed by the sirens and red and blue lights coming down the streets; he kept his head down and didn’t stop moving.
A few blocks down, he hopped on a motorcycle and sped through the streets, heading for an old building. When he arrived, he parked the bike in the back and went in through a back door. A few heads perked up when he entered, all bearing blank faces except for one. “Jimin! How did it go,” asked one of the men, running over to throw an arm over Jimin’s shoulders.
“As good as always, Hoseok,” he said with a smile. “How were things back here?”
“As good as they were with you. We got a new client, too.”
Jimin slipped out from under Hoseok’s arm, raising an eyebrow. “A new client? We haven’t had any new clients in months though.”
“I know. It’s exciting, but also kind of weird, and sketchy. Namjoon has more information, I'd go see him in his office if you want to know more.”
Jimin headed off for Namjoons office, a deadpan expression on his face. He didn’t knock before entering as he normally would, causing the man to look up from the book he had been reading with a startled expression on his face. “Tell me about this new client, Namjoon,” he said almost threateningly, his arms crossing over his chest.
Namjoon leaned back in his chair with a sigh. “He’s a good friend of an old client. He’s promising-”
He has cut off by Jimin’s abrupt words, “A friend of a client we dropped, or one we lost.”
Namjoon crossed his arms over his lap, a calm and gentle expression on his face. “One who died not long back. They went to school together and were related through marriage.” He took a deep breath. “He specifically requested that you take someone down, and he’s offering a motherload.”
Jimin’s arms fell at his side. “How much of a motherload?”
Namjoon leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk. He paused for a moment, letting out a deep breath. “Fifty grand.”
Jimin’s jaw dropped and his eyes widened. “He’s offering me fifty grand to kill someone?”
Namjoon nodded. “He’s hired many people before you to try and kill him, but none have been successful. It’s an ex-friend of his. He thinks the man killed his girlfriend, but the police never found enough evidence to take it to court. He wants him gone. He says he can’t get on with his life the way he wants to, knowing that he’s out walking the streets a free and happy man. He thinks you’re the only one that can kill him.”
“I-I’m honored, but, do you really think I can do it? I’m quite new to the business, and he’s hired other men before, men that are probably way more experienced than I am. Are you sure about this?"
Namjoon nodded. “You’ve done extremely well so far. I have a lot of faith in you. If anyone can pull this off, I think it’s you. But there’s one more thing you should know.”
Jimin walked out of Namjoon’s office and plopped down on a couch with the others. They sat in silence for long moments before Hoseok nudged his side, urging him on. “So? What happened? Who’s the new client? What’s the new mission?”
“I’m killing the ex-friend of the new client, who’s a friend of an old client we lost from death… And I’m doing it in a bar.”
“Are you going to be okay, hyung,” another spoke up.
Jimin gave him a reassuring smile. “I’ll be fine, Jeongguk. Don’t worry.”
They sat in silence for a few minutes after that, until the oldest raised his voice. “I hate to be that person, but I’m going to have to be that person. If you’re going to a bar- unless it’s a low down one, which I’m assuming it’s very much not- you can’t just walk into it. You’re going to have to… fit the atmosphere.” The others nodded as he continued. “You’d look to out place if you were to walk in how you’d normally dress to, well, go kill someone.”
Jimin nodded. “I understand, Jin. But how do you want me to dress? I am killing someone.”
One of the others smirked and pitched in a reply, “I have some ideas. What’s your kill time?”
“Around 1 am.”
“Good, we have plenty of time, come with me.”
The two got up and left, deciding to grab some lunch at a local pizza place before getting started. Jeongguk looked over at Hoseok after the two left. “What the hell do you think Taehyung’s planning?”
Hoseok shook his head. “I’m not sure what he’s going to do. I’m not sure I want to find out either.”
A few hours later the boys returned, full of pizza and laughing at each other's jokes. Taehyung was dragging Jimin into his room without giving a word to the others. He closed the door behind them, sat Jimin down on his bed, and immediately started digging through his closet. Jimin watched him with a puzzled expression but decided against questioning him. After the minutes Jimin lost track counting, Taehyung emerged from the clothes with a bright smile on his face, and set an outfit off to the side.
He pulled Jimin off the bed and in front of a vanity-like table and took out several makeup palettes. He began talking to Jimin as he went to work, layering on the different things he had. “I don't know if you're allowed to spill or not, but what's the whole thing with the new client and this guy you're killing tonight?”
Jimin sighed lightly. “Well, Namjoon didn't say I couldn't tell you anything, so I guess I'll tell you what he told me.”
Taehyung nodded as he continued to work with the makeup.
“The new client is a friend of one of our old clients, one who died not long ago. I don't know who that client was, or what the name of the new one it, but the two were related by marriage and went to school together. I'm going to the bar to kill the clients ex-friend. The client thinks the man killed his girlfriend, but it was never proven. Namjoon told me the client said he couldn't live his life the way he wanted to, knowing that the man is out there living a free and happy life. He's hired other hitmen before to try and kill the man, but they've been unsuccessful. He thinks I'll be the one to kill him… and he's offering fifty grand.”
Taehyung dropped the makeup palette he'd been using, his eyes going wide. “You're pulling my leg.”
Jimin shook his head. “I'm serious.”
“He's paying you that much to kill some guy he thinks murdered his girlfriend, and couldn't be taken down by anyone else?”
Jimin nodded. “Yes, he is.”
Taehyung scoffed. “Wow, you're one lucky puppy.”
“In some ways, yeah. I'm getting fifty grand, but I'm also running two missions in one day. Not to mention the other three I've already run this week.”
“That's true. Maybe you'll get a break after this. At least you haven't been killing on every mission, that would really run you down.” He touched up a few spots in the makeup and then held up a mirror for Jimin to look it. “All done. What do you think?”
Jimin looked at his reflection, turning his head at different angles to see what Taehyung had done. “I think it looks amazing.” He smiled. “What's next?”
Taehyung pulled out a flat iron and plugged it. “Your hair, and then the clothes- the best part.”
Once the flat iron had heated up, he straightened Jimin's hair, styling it with volume and pushing it away from his face slightly, so that it revealed his forehead. Once he finished with Jimin's hair, he handed him the clothes and sent him to the bathroom to change. He emerged a few minutes later, and Taehyung fixed a few things, as well as added some accessories and final touches. “You ready to see it?”
Jimin took a deep breath. “I don't know, am I?”
Taehyung didn't reply before he turned Jimin towards the mirror. The boy's jaw instantly dropped. “Holy shit, Taehyung… I look… I don't even know.”
Taehyung placed a hand on his shoulder. “You look amazing. Now let's go show the others.” He walked out of his room and cleared his throat, grabbing the attention of the others, who were seated on the couches in their living room-like area. “Introducing, the all-new Jimin. Ready to slay a life at the bar tonight.”
Jimin took that as his cue, and strutted out of the room, stopping in front of Taehyung and placing a hand on his hip. The jaws of the others dropped, as their eyes traced up and down him. From his tall boots, up his legs to the straps the clung around his thighs, to the short-shorts, up his chest to the halter and white button-up shirt, and to his face that was painted with makeup and finished off with earrings, a choker, and a fake lip piercing.
Jeongguk stuck his tongue out slightly, his eyebrows playfully bouncing on his forehead. He received a smack under the chin from Jin, to which he jeered at the older male, “What? I’m just messing with him. It’s not like I want to-”
“Okay! I think it’s time we get ready for the mission,” Hoseok threw in, cutting Jeongguk off.
Namjoon appeared from his office then, his ajar jaw expressing that Jimin looked good, without any words needed. He keep his composure, not wasting time to bat an eyelash at Jeongguk’s playful appetence. “Hoseok’s right. We need to get Jimin into the bar so he can set up for the kill. It’ll be after midnight by the time we get everything set and get him there, so we need to start working now.” The others nodded as he continued.
“We’ll put his motorcycle on the trailer with the van and drop him off at the back of the bar. Jeon and Yoongi, you’ll be stationed nearby just incase anything goes wrong, while the rest of us come back here. Jin will park the van a few blocks away, and bring you two back once Jimin completes the mission. We’ll leave the bike out back so Jimin has an escape vehicle after he finishes the kill.”
The others nodded in unison and got up on their leaders command, heading out the back door of the warehouse. Within thirty minutes they had Jimin's motorcycle loaded onto the trailer that was attached to the back of their van, which was loaded with guns, amo, knives, and other equipment. Jeongguk and Yoongi slipped bulletproof vests over their heads and climbed into the van with everyone else, placing guns into the holsters on their sides. Jin was driving while Jiin took the passenger seat, sweaty on his palms. Namjoon was in the back, going over the plan with everyone in order to ensure it would be done without flaw.
Within twenty minutes they were parked in the lot behind the bar, unloading the bike and getting Jimin ready to go in. The bright city lights, as well as the late summer day, made in seem as though the sun hadn’t gone down just yet, giving the city a dangerous dusk feel and setting the mood perfectly. Yoongi was on guard, giving a look of warning to anyone who dared to look at them for longer then a second, asking themselves what was going on. Jin was in the van planning backup routes incase things went south, and Namjoon and Taehyung were doing equipment checks while Jeongguk and Hoseok gave Jimin a pep talk and went over the plan with him one last time.
“What’s your targets name,” Hoseok asked, as a part of preparing Jimin.
“Lee Kimseok,” he replied, unphased.
“What are you going to do when you go in,” Jeongguk asked this time, as he attached a specially designed holster to Jimin. Yoongi and Hoseok had engineered it so that it comfortably fit under a pair of shorts without being seen, and granted the wearer easy access to the gun held in it.
“I act like I’m here to party, fit in doing whatever I can until I find my target, then execute him and get out.”
“And what do you do once Mr. Lee is shot,” Hoseok questioned, raising an eyebrow.
“I leave the building, send the signal to Jeongguk and Yoongi, and go straight back to the warehouse.”
Hoseok and Jeongguk nodded to each other before turning to Namjoon. “We’re ready,” Jeongguk told him with a serious face.
Namjoon nodded before turning the others to get their okay to start the mission. Taehyung and Jin gave him a nod, and Yoongi followed it with a silent salute, slipping a mask over his face as he prepared to go to his position. “You all know what to do, and you’re all most certainly prepared to do it,” Namjoon said confidently. “It’s go time.”
The backup duo headed across the road, Jeongguk slipping the hood of his jacket over his head as they left the parking lot. Yoongi quickly headed after the younger male, spinning around the check their surroundings a few times, being mindful of the gun that was across his back. Once they had disappeared into the alley across the street, Taehyung and Namjoon climbed back into the van, followed by Hoseok after he gave Jimin a few last words of encouragement. Jin would then drive a few blocks down and sit in wait, while the other three walked back to the warehouse.
As they pulled out of the parking lot, Jimin made his way to the front of the building, strutting into the bar with a sly look on his face. Heads turned as he entered, a few jaws dropping upon seeing his appearance. Catching a group of people ogling at him, he looked at them with a cocked eyebrow, a smirk playing across his lips as he playfully aloud words, “Take a note: I don’t strip for free,” to slip past his lips. He walked away after that, his hips swaying to the music and a soft scoff escaping his throat at their flabbergasted expressions.
He moved through the large crowd of dancing figures, scanning every face that he could in hopes of finding his target. It wasn't until he broke through to the other side that he saw the man. He was older, probably in his late thirties or early forties; he a had a stubble and dark brown hair that was cut close to his head; and he was surrounded by other men, all holding a beer and laughing at some joke one of them had told. Jimin knew he had to make his move now.
He turned back into the crowd, heading towards the bar, a plan of action now in mind. He had made it about halfway through the heap of people when he felt an arm snake around his waist and turn him around. He eyebrows knitted into a furrow as he came face to face with a man not much older than him, who was clearly drunk, as were his two other male friends who snickered behind him. “What's the price to see you strip, cutie?” The pet name rolled off the man's tongue like a bad whiskey and set chills down Jimin's spine.
Jimin took a deep breath, his face turning cold. He brought his face closer to the man, something threatening in his gaze. “Death by my bare hands.” His voice was low and raspy, the words slipping through his teeth like this hiss of a snake. He stared at the man for only a moment before standing up straight, smiling innocently at him, and perkily walking away from the small group and towards the bar. His expression dropped back to cold and dead only moments after he turned from the man, though, who was now standing in the middle of the dance floor with his jaw hanging open.
He finally made it to the bar, walking up to nearest bartender and dropping the death glare. “Can you send a drink to Mr. Lee over there,” he asked, smiling cutely and pointing towards the man's table. “And can you tell him he has someone who wants to meet him in the back?” He bowed slightly when the bartender gave his approval, and then slipped off to wait for his target to come find him.
He found a dark corner in the back and began fidgeting with his gun, trying to make it as un-obvious as possible that he had a gun strapped to his leg. His heart suddenly sank when he heard a husky voice call out to him, “Hey! What are you doing?” He thought he was done for. But as the man approached him, Jimin could smell the heavy scent of alcohol on him and realized he was too drunk to notice anything.
The man walked over to him, his legs wobbling slightly underneath him from his intoxicated state. “What are you doing here all alone, cutie?” Jimin tensed at that nickname again, and his brain was instantly telling him to get out. Before he had time to react, the man had his hands on Jimin, one falling at the line of his pants while the other fell around his collar bone, his fingers reaching up to stroke his neck and jawline.
Jimin was about to reach for his gun, but he stopped himself upon realizing he had someone he actually needed to kill. “Don't make my job harder than it has to be. I don't want to have to kill you, too,” the words slipped through his gritted teeth. At that point he couldn't tell if the man was messing with his shorts or not, but he knew he had to get out of the man's grip.
The man began pressing his body closer to Jimin, and by the time they were grazing skin he was over it. Jimin slammed his head forward into the man's nose, giving him enough room to pry his hands from where they had ended up on his body. He swiftly kicked him in the gut and shoved him into the bathroom, before turning around and getting just enough time to recompose himself before Mr. Lee came walking over.
Jimin greeted the man with a simple bow. “I'm glad you made it.”
“You wanted to see me,” the man questioned, raising an eyebrow. He was confused as to why a young man such as Jimin had asked for him. No one ever asked for him unless they wanted money, and he was almost positive that the boy didn't want money.
“I guess you could say that,” Jimin replied, his fingers messing with the bottom of his shorts.
Mr. Lee just gave him a look of confusion, but that was all quick to disappear as Jimin removed his gun from under his shorts and pulled the trigger, sending a bullet flying through his skull. He quickly shoved the gun back into the holster, almost before the man's limp body even hit the floor. He let a shriek pass his lips, trying to act as innocent as possible. People were quickly starting to panic though, and he knew he needed to get out of there.
He moved past the now dead body of Mr. Lee and headed for nearest door. Almost everyone looked at him as he passed by. Some gave looks of fear, some of wonder, and some of plain lust. He didn't dare return anyone's look, but he couldn't help but give a comment to the open ear. “That's why you don't fuck around in bars.” He snarled and then disappeared into the shadow of the edges of the bar before slipping outside.
He emerged into the back lot, a loud yell raising from his throat to let Yoongi and Jeongguk know he was finished. His words pierced the silence of the streets, so it was no problem for the boys to hear. As they moved away from where they had been perched in defense, Jeongguk pulled out a walkie talkie and signaled over to Jin. “Jimin is out of the bar and we are making our way to you now. I repeat, Jimin is out of the bar and we are coming to you now. 10-24. Out.”
The sound of Jimin's motorcycle filled the air as he started the bike. He happened to catch Yoongi and Jeongguk leaping off a balcony across the street, as he was putting his helmet on, and saw them run towards the safety of the van. As he heard a door slam open behind him, followed by some yelling and cursing, he flew out of the parking lot, tires screeching behind him. The hairs on the back of his neck raised in concern, his breathing rising to a not-so-steady rate. Despite the fear pulsating throughout his body, he kept his head straight and continued to speed down the road.
It took him only fifteen or so minutes to get back to the warehouse, after twisting through back streets and slipping down unknown roads to make sure no one was following him. Once he arrived back at their hideout, he parked the bike in its normal spot and headed inside, taking notice of the van that was back as well. Yoongi, Jeongguk, and Jin must have made a straight dash to get back. He opened the back door and quietly made his way inside, noticing the silence of the building. Most of the lights were turned off, and he could hear a gentle snore from someone's bedroom. It was around 3am, so the group was probably sleeping. Jimin nodded in content to himself as he made his way for his room, happy that his friends were resting after a long day.
Around thirty minutes later he emerged from his room, brought out by the gentle crackling of a fire. He saw the youngest sitting on the couch in a trance as he stared into the orange flames. “What are you doing up, Jeongguk?”
The male looked up at the sudden voice, being pulled out of his thoughts. He was almost shocked upon seeing Jimin's appearance. The male had changed out of his work clothes, and was looking rather soft compared to the way he had when he entered the bar. He was still wearing the shorts, but he now had on a pull-over hoodie, and his piercings and choker were gone, as well as his makeup being halfway rubbed off. Jeongguk knew the reason Jimin was out there wasn't to know why he was up, he could see it in his eyes. Without answering the older males question, he patted the spot on the couch next to him, silently beckoning Jimin to sit with him.
He did without a second thought. And without a word, his pressed himself near to Jeongguk, keeping his arms wrapped around himself for comfort.
“You're tense,” Jeongguk said in shock, turning his gaze to look at the male next to him. “Someone put their hands on you, didn't they?” His words came out hushed, almost inaudible.
Jimin didn't say anything, but rather pushed himself closer to his friend and burying his face into his chest ever so slightly. Jeongguk let him stay like that for a few long moments, before bringing his arms up to gently wrap them around the unsettled man. He could feel Jimin’s body trembling slightly under his grip, causing words of comfort to escape from his mouth. “Shh, it's okay, Jimin. You're safe. No one is going to lay a finger on you now, okay? You're back at the warehouse and it's just me and the other boys. Okay?” He felt the boy nod his head against his chest. “Good. Now just lay here until your relaxed.”
And that's exactly what Jimin did. He stayed there for what felt like forever, but a good forever. In reality it was maybe an hour at most, but it felt like a relaxing days worth of time. His head on Jeongguk’s chest, and the youngers arms wrapped around his back. It was peace. It was what he needed after that mission.