Jimin halted his Lexus in front of a very unkempt building.

After an extremely uncomfortable night with that Yoongi man, he booked a room in a motel nearby and headed to a bar. He was feeling very uncomfortable last night, probably the crowd was bothering him.

He was always by himself and didn't get comfortable with everybody. He barely met people apart from the ones he killed so feeling nauseous in the crowd was almost inevitable.

That too, he subsided by chugging a few shots but things got out of control when he was totally consumed in alcohol and overwhelmed. When a man led him to the dance floor, sticked around but Jimin could merely figure out what was happening. The man decided to take advantage of Jimin's drunken state and that's when his defense mechanism kicked in, causing Jimin to whack his head with a vase.

After that, a purple haired bartender had led him out, soothing him for what happened in the bar. And said that him acting upon adrenaline wasn't his fault. He would have been raped.

Who'd care if he ever got raped?

He woke up this morning, remembering everything and felt like throwing up. He felt like crying, he really did, but...what would he gain by crying? No one cared anyway.

Shrugging off the thoughts as he always did, he got out of the car, chucking his palm into his pocket to draw out his phone and check if he was at the right location.

He made his way inside the building, taking stairs for the basement. Not even wanting to touch the unhygienic railing. He was already feeling suffocated, more suffocating than the room he locked himself in because he was feeling maniacal.

After making his way down, he knocked at the only door present there.

"Name?" A muffled voice asked from behind the door.

"Jimin." He answered as the door screeched open, revealing a tall man with tan skin and a thin face. His clothes were dirty and shabby and the same went for his hair.

"What do you want?" He asked in a vicious tone.

"The thing you do the best," Jimin answered.

"I don't do it for free."

"And I'm not an idiot. I'll give you extra for only working for me until the task is done."

The man is front him's lips turned into a sly smirk as he moved his hand towards Jimin for a handshake.

"I'm Namjoon. Kim Namjoon."

I'm Jimin. Just Jimin. God, he really needed to stop getting sappy every damn time. It was almost unhealthy. Why did he always drift off to these dark and overwhelming thoughts?

Maybe because he had no one to tell them to. He didn't let his thoughts out so they stayed in his mind and tormented him.

"Come in," Namjoon said, stepping aside and letting Jimin into his small and hideous - Jimin thought - cabin. A laptop kept on a desk and electrical wires literally everywhere around the small room Jimin had difficulty stepping into without stepping on something.

Namjoon leaned his lower back onto the desk before eyeing at Jimin. He poked his tongue in his cheek as Jimin shoved his hands into his pockets.

"So, what's the deal?"

"Two tasks for you but first," Jimin paused, cautiously eyeing Namjoon. "How can I trust you?"

Namjoon snorted. "You can't trust me. Why would I stay loyal to you? The fact is, Jimin, I stay loyal to money. As long as the money is in my hands, I'll spin technology as you wish."

"But what if my rivals pay you too? How can I expect you to not play a two-way game for money?"

"Then, you'll have every right to slaughter me," Namjoon said confidently.

Jimin huffed a breath. "Yeah, but I'm not gaining anything by slaughtering you. So, why don't you do things as said? I'll pay you double and you keep your service shut for others till then."

"Consider it a deal."

"Fine, first, you need to get me information about an estate. Min estate ran by Min Jihyun. It's information and it's best men."

"Mhm."

"Second, you'll have to find out a list of events, like intimate gatherings for trusted ones. Not on a large basis."

"Okay."

"How much time will it take."

"It depends upon how strong their protection is. I'll call you as soon as possible."

Jimin licked his lips and nodded in approval before turning around and taking a few steps to leave before he halted and glanced from his shoulder at Namjoon.

"How did you know I slaughter people?" He husked.

Namjoon laughed wryly, "Not anyone can get inside my cabin before I get an upper hand on them, Jimin."

                               ****
Jimin put a kettle on the gas stove as he tore the ramen packet with his teeth and therein goes the noodles into the water.

It was the next day after Jimin visited the Namjoon guy.

The room he booked wasn't much. A small and shabby place which he really needed to clean all though he didn't know how many nights was he going to spend in his bed. Spider webs and dust all over the place. A hellcouch and a small bedroom. He wasn't really a fan of it but for hiding, it was a good place.

He continued to stir the ramen, still in his grey sweatpants...just sweatpants as he rummaged through his phone.
A message popped up in his phone and he quickly clicked it seeing from whom it was.

KNJ

–Found something. The first task is completed, come soon.

Jimin closed his phone, after writing an 'I'll be there'. He ate his ramen, took a nice good shower, and headed to Namjoon again.

He had to admit the man was pretty fast in his work. Hope he was good too.

Jimin parked his car in front of the same building as yesterday, striding off to the basement and knocking the door.

Namjoon opened the door and Jimin entered the same suffocating room Namjoon called his cabin. No bit of sunlight just a bulb handing at the ceiling.

"Did you find everything?"

"Yes," Namjoon said, sitting on his laptop again and opening some websites. "The estate - as you said - is ran by Min Jihyun. They don't really come and show themselves in the public. They're more intimate and pay off the police to look the other way of their crimes."

Jimin hummed, standing behind Namjoon. "Anything else? The best men?"

"Yes. There isn't much about them, to be honest. One is Jung Hoseok - great at shooting and good experience in martial arts, he is also some sort of family friend. Another is Jeon Jungkook - guides the security team. Trains them too. Muscle macho man I'd say and Min Jihyun's personal assistant."

Jimin hummed again, watching closely at the information.

"Anyone else?"

"Not that I have come to known of. Although I have pictures of these two."

Namjoon clicked a few buttons of his keyboard before pressing enter, waiting keenly for the picture to load.

The image came to view,  revealing a man with a pointed nose, thin lips, smooth skin, and dark eyes holding a devilish and twisted aura.

"Jeon Jungkook."

Namjoon once again clicked a few buttons as another image appeared on the screen. This time of a tan man with sharp features. Jimin's heart was caught up in his throat by looking at the photo. He was the guy who came to pick up that Yoongi guy whom he crashed into two days ago.

"What's his name again?"

"Jung Hoseok."

Jimin's breathing deepened as he remembered Yoongi and the firearm tucked in his belt. His lips parting as he connected the dots.

"Is there someone named Yoongi?"

There it was. Out in the world. That he couldn't help but get curious about the drunk flirtatious guy he crashed into.

"Full name?"

"Don't know...just Yoongi."

Namjoon bit down his lips, searching for any information for Yoongi. It took almost an hour or so for Namjoon to find out that information. Jimin's feet were almost numb at that point, constantly breathing down Namjoon's neck as he recklessly opened web browsers and sites.

"Found it!"

Jimin widened his eyes, leaning forward to see what he found. There was a picture of the same guy he found drunk that night, pale skin, luscious lips, and those pair of eyes–

"Min Yoongi."

His breath halted at his full name but before he could ask anything, Namjoon started.

"No wonder I didn't catch him at first, he's a family member. He is the...lets say the brain of the whole estate."

Jimin furrowed his eyebrows. Connecting all the dots together. So the drunk pervert was an important part of the assassin group he was ordered to kill. A smirk found its way on Jimin's lips.

Looks like Min Yoongi was going to pay for his car dent the hard way.