Location: ASAN Medical Center, Seoul, Korea
Time: 9:36 am

Taehyung woke up with tears in his eyes, his breathing ragged as he remembers everything again.

He has buried those memories and kept them locked away, but now, someone is trying to open it again so he'll fall back to the depths and darkness of depression and self-harm.

Worst, fall on his own death.

He roams his tear-filled eyes around the room, noticing the very familiar white walls and floors and the smell that can make anyone feel sick, but not him.

He's in a hospital, not as a doctor but a patient again. He can't remember what happened to him after the police officer showed him the item he never thought he'll be seeing again.

Taehyung covers his face with his hands as the tears continue to flow, the image of Annie lingering in his hazy mind.

His sobs became louder, stirring Jimin who's sleeping on the couch next to the hospital bed. He quickly runs over him with the usual concern look on his face as he stared at Taehyung's devastated state.

"Hey, babe." Jimin whispers, hands quickly wrapped around Taehyung who bursts into horrid cries and wails. His hands soothes the younger's back tenderly, consoling him and silently telling him that everything will be alright.

Taehyung cried nonstop. He feels so bad about himself and everything that's happening to him at the moment.

All he wants is to have a peaceful life but that seems to be too much to ask. Maybe he's meant to suffer the consequences of the past.

Jimin stayed by his side until he falls asleep. He's right there beside him always ready to wipe away his tears.

The day passed by in a whim. When Taehyung wakes up, he was greeted by the police officers, asking for a statement or anything that could possibly help solve the case.

Jimin was against the interview, insisting that the police should let Taehyung rest first, but the latter accepted nevertheless.

Taehyung was seated on his hospital bed, nervously fumbling his fingers as the police officers, the two from last time, occupy the empty chairs on his right side.

"Are you sure you can tell us now everything you know about the item?" Officer Kim Namjoon asked, voice gentle but formal.

Taehyung nodded his head although he's hesitant.

Namjoon sighed, tapping Officer Lee on the shoulder, motioning him to ready the pen and paper together with the recorder.

"We need to record this conversation as our evidence. Is it okay?" Namjoon inquired, holding the recorder on his right hand.

Taehyung nodded his head a little. How he wished Jimin is by his side right now to hold his hand for support.

The officers kindly requested Jimin to go out because the investigation is supposed to be private and confidential.

"Okay, Mr. Kim Taehyung, you may start narrating from what you can remember." Namjoon stated, eyes not leaving Taehyung.

With trembling lips, Taehyung began narrating the truth about the hair accessory. He told everything as he cries again, remembering the face of little Annie.

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Jungkook stilled inside his car, eyes not leaving the entrance of the huge hospital upon seeing the police leave.

He sighed, finally relaxing on the driver's seat as he waits there patiently for the call of his partner.

He absentmindedly took out his phone, the one connected to his target's phone. He clicked on the tracker, wanting to know the exact room where his target is admitted.

He saw the red dot, an indicator of the target's position, on the third floor, west wing of the building.

Jungkook placed his phone on the dashboard as he stared at the red blinking dot.

His ministrations were interrupted by a sudden sound coming from his earpiece, a call from his partner.

"What?" Jungkook boredly asked upon answering.

"Have you seen your bank account?" Yoongi said in a teasing voice.

Jungkook straightened his posture upon hearing Yoongi's question. "Why? The money is already deposited?"

Yoongi cleared his throat. "Check your bank account. I know you'll feel happy about it."

Jungkook was about to reply but the man on the other line is already gone.

"That fucker." He murmured as he took his phone and immediately checked his account.

Jungkook grinned, seeing the digits that he expects after finishing the first two tasks.

"Damn. Our client must really be fucking rich." He whispered, smiling like a lunatic who just won a lottery.

He happily logged out from his account, before going back to the tracker. His eyes met the same blinking red dot on the same position.

Jungkook is getting bored. He looked at the back seat of his car, eyes scanning for a food to eat while he waits.

He wants to finish the third task today. He realized that the sooner he finishes the tasks, the lesser the hassle is.

Jungkook doesn't want to be attached to his target. He admits that out of all the targets he had before, this one is dangerous.

It's dangerous because Jungkook can feel something stirring inside of him whenever he looks at his target through the scope.

And Jungkook doesn't want this kind of danger. He would rather choose getting shot than this danger he feels inside of him.

The kind of danger that tugs on his emotion, on his heart.

Jungkook shivered at the thought. He quickly brushed off the idea and just focused on the task that can bring lots of money to his account.

He waited patiently, until the night falls.

Jungkook quickly puts on his cover as he gets out of his car. He was looking for a possible entry way when his eyes caught a shadow on the rooftop. It was a quick movement, probably from a cat.

The assassin finally found an entry on the second floor where an open window is. All he has to do is to carefully avoid the cctvs, which is just a piece of cake for a professional like him.

Jungkook leaps on the opened window, swiftly setting his feet on the edge, before realizing that the room is that of a janitor's room.

There are a lot of cleaning materials inside, and Jungkook might have found the greatest disguise.

He puts on a janitor's uniform hanging on the wall near the door. He was aware that the cloth stinks, but he doesn't really have a choice.

Jungkook takes the cleaning materials before he walks out of the room looking like a real janitor.

He arranged his cap on his head, together with his face mask, making sure to cover his face.

His movements are fast, heading to the third floor where his target is.

On his way up, he saw a blonde whom he easily recognized, talking to the receptionist with his face full of wary.

"Have you seen one of your patients? Kim Taehyung? I was just out for a while to get our food but when I returned he's no longer inside his room." the blonde said, fingers tapping on the desk.

"Maybe he just went for a walk, sir. I'll call our personnel to check the premises." the nurse said, smiling sweetly.

The blonde nodded his head before running down the stairs, probably to check on the park outside.

Jungkook knotted his head at this. He's sure the blonde man is Park Jimin, best friend of his target.

So that means Kim Taehyung is not in his room?

Jungkook quickly runs on the third floor, pretending to do some cleaning on the rooms there.

He took his phone out, instantly checking the tracker and saw the red blinking light still on the same room where it was since earlier.

The assassin hurriedly knocked on the door, but no one was seemed to be inside.

He pushed the door open, revealing an empty room. His eyes scanned the area and saw his target's phone on the bedside table.

Jungkook almost curses at this.

He closed the door, eyes scanning the hallway, hoping to see his target. He walked, trying to figure out where Taehyung must have went.

Then suddenly something hits him.

Jungkook's eyes grew large at the realization.

His eyes darted up as his feet move in its own accord, climbing the stairs to that particular place.

Shit! Shit!

Jungkook doesn't know why he's running like a mad man. His instinct is telling him that Taehyung is up there.

He's the shadow on the rooftop.

The assassin finally reached the top floor, his breathing ragged as he forced the door open, creating a loud bang.

He quickly steps outside, the cold wind gushing, but he did not care.

Jungkook runs forward, eyes frantic as he scanned the whole area which is only lighted by the small lamps on the posts.

Fuck! Is he not here? Am I just thinking too much?

Jungkook nears the railings and his heart almost stops when at the corner of his eyes, he saw a shadow of a man standing on the edge of the railing.

Fuck!

He rushed toward the man, who has his hands opened wide, the strong wind almost knocking him off the edge, and in one wrong move, he'll fall on the ground, a 70 feet fall.

The man's blue hair is dancing in the wind as he keeps standing there with his eyes closed.

"H-hey." Jungkook called out, in the softest voice possible, afraid to rattle the man.

The man slowly turned around and that's when Jungkook finally sees his face.

His face full of tears and sorrow.

"Sir, what are you doing there?" He calmly asked as he moves forward, steps slow and careful.

The man smiled bitterly, his innocent eyes already numb from crying, his mind no longer sees any logic, and his heart no longer has will to live.

Jungkook can see the pain in Taehyung's face as he steps backward. The assassin almost held his breath, seeing how near the man is to falling.

"H-hey.. Don't move anymore, sir. Come down here and let's talk." He said, moving closer and closer, until he's only a few inches away.

Taehyung just smiled, closing his eyes before saying "Wait for me, Annie." He mumbled before stepping one more, his feet slipping off the edge. He closes his eyes to let himself fall.

Jungkook held his breath as he jumps the remaining distance, hand reaching out for Taehyung's hand.

Everything seems to stop.

Taehyung felt his body fall down, but not on the ground. He felt a strong yet warm feeling beneath him as he heard a painful grunt.

"F-fuck."

Taehyung flutters his eyes open only to be welcomed by the janitor below him with his arms wrapped around his waist in a protective manner.

The janitor opened his eyes, grimacing a little upon feeling the pain on his back and arms, probably from broken bones.

"Y-you okay?" the janitor said, voice cracking from the seering pain.

Taehyung doesn't know if he's going to be happy or not. He wants to die but this man just saves him.

"Get away from me!" He shouted, quickly standing before stepping on the railings again.

"Fuck!"

Taehyung heard the man curse, before feeling the same strong arms stopping him from moving.

"I said get away from me! Let me just die!! Let me die!!" He shouted, hysterical. He felt so bad about himself that he just wants to end everything, right there and then.

Jungkook held the man closer to him. He can feel his body shake as he cries and it tugs his own heart, as if on pain or something else.

"Let me die!! I want to die! Please..." Taehyung pleaded, his frail body falling on the floor.

Jungkook saw the pain in his eyes as he stared at him.

He knows he should just let him be. Let him die on his own and his job would be finished.

But seeing the pain in those eyes, those tears that flow nonstop, Jungkook doesn't know anymore.

He lets himself act, depending on what his emotions tell him to do.

He duck down, cupping the man's face on his hands as he wipes his tears away.

"Your life is precious. Don't waste it like this." He murmurs as his thumbs brush over the man's eyes.

Taehyung stopped, his eyes mesmerized by those dark eyes. Even though the man is wearing a cap and a face mask, those eyes look so familiar.

He slowly reached out his hand on the man's face, and without another word, he removed his mask.

Taehyung held his breath as he stared at the man in front of him. He can feel his heart beating out of his chest as he stared at those eyes, memorizing every detail of his handsome face.

He was so caught up in the moment that he didn't feel the man get a handkerchief with chloroform and knocked him off to sleep.

"This is for the best."

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Sorry if I'm such a lame writer. Damn. I don't know anymore.