"I didn't kill him, Yoongi! I swear I didn't kill him!"

"You're lying! All you ever did to me is lie! Every fucking thing, Jimin."

Jimin faltered, chest heaving with so many memories it was hard not to burst out in front of his one found love. The only one. His healer.

"Look around, Yoongi. I have nothing. Why would I lie to you? What do I even have to lose to keep the truth from you? All I ever had was you, so why would I kill him when I knew that would take you away from me? It's just you've made a conscious decision of seeing me as a monster. Why, Yoongi? You were the only one who ever adored me, understood my pain, broke down my stoic exterior. Why aren't you trusting me?"

1 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚘...

"Jimin, come on." The man said cautiously at the pale and lean figure fronting his back on him in the desolate room.

The person himself had such a suffocating aura around him that the man felt sick in guts by the atmosphere of the room, filled with sorrow and something dark and smothering which made him almost throw up.

Jimin glimpsed at the man over his shoulder, waning his eyes.

"Why?" Jimin inquired in a raspy voice as if hadn't been used for a long time.

"Boss has something for you... A task."

Jimin gazed back at his front, inflating a long sigh before cracking his spine straight, his eyes following the wall patterns in front of him as he rose his chin. He stretched a bit and got up, inclined for the refreshment of the outer world.

He stood up and spun around, raw eyes contacting with the man standing at the entrance. It made a shudder run down the man's spine.

The man wavered when Jimin began walking towards him, carrying an aura of hazard with him. Standing directly in front of the man, he cocked an eyebrow like a maniac.

"Shall we?" He asked, implying at the man to step aside as he obliged, stepping aside and letting Jimin make his way to the Boss.

Jimin walked down the barren hall passageway, knowing all too adequately where to go. His vicious eyes skimming everything after a lengthy time. His bare steps legging it like a feline, without a sound.

He reached to a bureau, creaking the door open as he permeated a dilapidated office. He inclined on the door frame, a sore calmness filling up the atmosphere.

He smirked, discerning the enormous leather chair surrounding the man behind it.

"Hi, there," Jimin smirked.

"Now, if this isn't my darling Jimin." The deep voice behind the chair exclaimed in a high pitched amusing tone.

Jimin chuckled, amazed by how genuinely wicked it sounded. He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning his shoulder on the door frame.

"What do you have for me this time? Better be of my taste." Jimin asked, holding back his enthusiasm.

After a long break of being in his room and thinking about his parent's expiration in a car collision, cliché in his opinion, he was back to the game.

"A massacre." The voice declared as Jimin observed the man who's hand could be seen, clicking, and unclicking a pen.

Jimin stiffened, body going rigid as he glared at the back of the seat as if it was the man himself.

"You know I don't do family."

"And it isn't." The man finally turned around, disclosing his face to Jimin the first time in months. Lucious skin, perfectly carved nose, sharp jawline, and such alluring like that Jimin felt his throat dry.

"It's an estate, assassins."

Jimin scoffed. "Assassins? Like us?"

"Mhm." Taehyung hummed in his deep voice and calming voice.

"Why, may I ask?"

"That happens to be confidential between me and myself, Jimin." Taehyung sneered.

"Confidential?" Jimin scoffed. "Fine, consider it done."

"Now that's the obedient one I remember, " Taehyung husked, prompting Jimin to remember some really delicious moments with the man.

Who flat cared about why Taehyung wanted a massacre? It just meant Jimin would be free to go wild.

"What's the name of this estate?"

"Min. Ran by Min Jihyun. You need to kill him and his most trusted men. "

Jimin hummed in approval. "The rules stay the same, Taehyung, none of your other men intrude in my business. No information about me to anyone, where I stay or go shouldn't matter unless your work is being done."

Taehyung spewed a glass of bourbon for himself, gesturing it towards Jimin and asking him if he wanted some.

Jimin nodded and Taehyung poured a glass for him too, a wicked smirk dancing on his thin lips.

"What are you gonna do during this time?" Taehyung asked with amusement, knowing Jimin had his own plans.

"Bang," Jimin answered straightforwardly.

A chuckle escaped Taehyung's mouth as he rubbed his finger across his lip.

"You Brat."

Jimin grinned, winking at Taehyung before sipping on his drink. Letting the soar liquid buzz his mind and burn his throat.

It was time to go on a hunt.

****

"I said shut up! Or the next bullet will be in your skull, Hoseok."

"See," Hoseok implied. "This is what I'm talking about, you're so stressed. You need to get preoccupied. It has been so long since you've been distracted. You just shot someone which was entirely unnecessary."

"He was a jerk."

"He just called you daddy. When an individual says that to you, you bang, Yoongi. You don't scour your boots in his throat before shooting his head!"

"Slut." Yoongi grunted. "I don't wanna fuck whores."

Hoseok paused for a second, tapping his index finger on the glass he was holding as he crossed his legs on the couch positioned in the club.

"Are you in love with someone?"

Yoongi dwindled his eyes, glaring at Hoseok, he was already at the edge and didn't need his endeavors to get him laid right now.

Hoseok hurled his hands up in defeat, shaking his head in exhaustion.

"Did something happen? With you and your brother?" He asked.

Yoongi slumped his shoulders, staring blankly in front of him. The club was so alive with drunk youngsters. Yoongi was almost feeling like an old hag.

"Does it matter?" Yoongi eventually said. "He is still my family."

"What was it about?"

"He is nice at times, most of the time. But I hate his rage. I don't know what exactly did I do to piss him off so much."

Yoongi clicked his tongue, shaking his head before sipping in the golden liquid in his glass, hoping it would be of some help.

He was thinking deeply. He was feeling trapped. What the fuck. His older brother should have been his conscience. But all he did was bark orders at him.

Yoongi do this. Yoongi do that. Yoongi go kill that bastard.

He kissed his teeth, really need a break from all this.

"I'm gonna take a break." He declared. "I need a good long break from my brother."

"Why is your brother so worked up in the first place?"

"I know vaguely," Yoongi answered. "It's a family, super-rich family and it's heir is somewhere missing. Rich people flying off their kids to other countries probably. But it's missing for twenty years. I don't even know whether it's a boy or a girl. Just my brother wants that empire of their's to be his."

"Wow, what's special in this family?"

"The special thing is, it's my brother's target." Yoongi scoffed. "And he'll stop at nothing to find their child."

"Why the child though? They can simply harass the owners."

"The owners are dead which leaves the child the only person with the possession. He or She won't be a child anymore though."

Hoseok chuckled, now wasted.

"Are you still not getting laid?"

Yoongi shook his head innocently, looking down at his boots which covered in blood. Disgusting, he thought, rubbing his shoe on the floor to get rid of the drying blood dirtying his $2000 shoes.

He didn't want to fuck out his frustration in someone's ass. He'd rather stay to himself and the drink he knew would haunt him tomorrow morning.

He swirled the golden liquid, watching the glass intently, going deep in thoughts as if drowning. Everyone said he was very sensual. His thoughts were always deep and that he said a big deal in a small sentence.

But right now, Yoongi's mind was flooded with everything and nothing at the same time. He didn't even understand what was going on. As if something disastrously good was going to happen.

What was life?