Flashback

Location: Cheongdam-dong, Seoul
Time: 10:25 pm

Jungkook turned around, after firing his rifle. He successfully shot the picture hanging on the wall exactly on the forehead of his target who's now crunching like a ball on the sofa, obviously traumatized as he shivers in fear.

My job's done here. I'd better get that 50,000 bucks.

He looked at his "To-do list" and checked Task #1 Threaten Kim Taehyung.

With quick movements, Jungkook gathered his things to make sure he's not leaving any trace. He was about to put his rifle inside its case when his curiosity took over his system.

He doesn't know why but something deep within him starts to stir, and his insides began to clench, alerting his mind and body. The warning signs on his head were giving him a signal that something bad is happening.

Slowly, Jungkook raised his rifle again and looked at the scope. His eyes widened when he saw that his target is still like a ball on the couch, only this time he seems to be not....... breathing?!

Jungkook panicked.

Fuck! Did he have a heart attack?!

Shit.Shit.Shit!

Jungkook hurriedly jumped off the building, hanging here and there before landing on the ground as smooth as a cat. He pressed his earpiece and contacted his partner.

"Yoongi! Can you check the medical history of our target? History of heart attack maybe?"

Jungkook runs across the street. He hurriedly jumped over the tall gates surrounding Taehyung's house, not minding the small wound that he got along the process.

"Why? Did something happen?" Yoongi boredly asked before scrolling down Taehyung's medical records.

"He seems to stop from breathing." Jungkook breathed heavily as he runs toward the door.

Fuck. It's locked.

His eyes searched for another entrance, and to his fortune, saw that one of the windows was left open.

"Then that's good news to us."

Jungkook stopped on his tracks after hearing Yoongi's words.

"I don't think that's a problem at all. If the target's already dead, then our job is done." Yoongi stated as a matter of fact.

Jungkook was silent for a moment. Yes, his partner is right. If Taehyung died just like that, then everything is good. They'll be getting a million bucks and start off with another mission.

Yeah. Everything's good.

Jungkook turned his back from the door and took a step away from it. He took another step and stopped. Something inside him keeps on making his every step unbearable. His mind keeps on telling him to leave the place, and he knows that's the most logical thing to do.

Why he's a fucking killer after all! He's not like the super hero with red cape who saves live. He's a fucking killer and he's best at it.

Then why is he climbing the open window and rushing toward the couch where Taehyung is lying?

God dammit! What are you doing Jungkook?

He brushed off the thought as he carefully checked Taehyung's pulse and breathing. Jungkook can barely feel his pulse. It's too weak that one can mistake him as dead.

"Jungkook are you listening?" Yoongi said from the other line. "Why is your tracker still in that house? I said you fucking leave there now Jungkook!"

The assassin did not respond. He was too busy to look for Taehyung's phone. He searched the front pocket of his jeans, and there's none. He fumbled the backside pockets and found it.

He tried opening, but it requires a passcode.

Fuck.

He took Taehyung's right thumb and pressed it on the scanner and bam! It opened.

"Jungkook are you listening?! Puta." Yoongi shouted on the other line. Irritated, Jungkook cut off the line. He'll just find an excuse later. What's important now is for him to call an ambulance.

After a few rings, someone spoke on the other line.

"Emergency hotline how---"

"I-I need an ambulance, I-I can't breathe.." Jungkook acted as if on pain. He changed his voice to that of Taehyung's through a voice changing device that Yoongi invented. It always comes handy.

"Okay sir. Calm down. I need you to give me the details so stay with me."

Jungkook gave all the information needed. He looked at his target and checked his pulse again. He checked his breathing and noticed that it worsened.

Fuck. Breathe.

He quickly performed CPR. He gave Taehyung a combination of chest compressions and rescue breaths to keep his heart and circulation going.

Jungkook pressed his lips to Tae's closed ones as he gives him air to breathe. He pressed his hand on his chest, in a pumping motion, to stabilize his breathing.

After a few more pumps, Tae's pulse came back, though it's still weak. Jungkook slumped on the floor, a sigh of relief escaped his mouth. He looked at his target's face, before slowly touching his hair that covers his closed eyes.

Thank goodness.

Jungkook stayed beside Taehyung until he heard the siren of the incoming ambulance. He stood and went out of the house to hide behind the tall trees before the paramedics entered the door and attend to Taehyung who's still unconscious on the couch.

The assassin looked at Taehyung for the last time before the ambulance took him away. He sighed before pressing his earpiece.

"You fucking jerk! Don't tell me you did that?!" Yoongi bursted out on the other line.

"Don't be too whiny hyung. You sound like a girl." He laughed before jumping over the gates and back to the building where he left his things.

"Don't fucking joke now Jungkook. You better have a good excuse." Yoongi said wih a warning on his voice.

Jungkook chuckled. "Of course I do. Look hyung, if I let him die just like that, we'll be losing a lot of bucks! We still have a lot of tasks to do and that's 50,000 each! Fucking 50k dude!"

Yoongi did not respond for a while, maybe thinking if his excuse is reasonable enough. After a long silence, Yoongi finally spoke. "Fine. Just make sure that's the only reason Jungkook." He warned before cutting off the line.

Jungkook sighed. All of a sudden, he felt so tired. Yoongi's words keep on repeating over and over again in his troubled mind.

Just make sure that's the only reason Jungkook.

Yes. That's the only reason.... What more can it be?

The assassin nodded his head, as if he really convinced himself. Little did he know that his right thumb is subconsciously feeling the warmth on his lips.

The same lips that he used to save his target.

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Sorry if there are a lot of curse 😂 I'm a "Fuck" kind of person.

Love you 😘