[ Hesitation ]

A champagne flute in hand, the korean black haired was laying on his couch. In front of him, he had tons of files on his thighs. His eyes were analyzing each piece of paper one by one. His flute came to caress his rosy lips, letting the champagne ran down his throat. A sigh left his lips, this mission was more complicated than the others. Lazily, he got up from his couch, and grabbed the essential papers for his task. Between his hands was the detailled plan of his future victim's university. It was giant, way too big and this setting was already upsetting the black haired.

He was analyzing the faculty's different departments, that owned security cameras. Which ones seemed more approchable or more discreet, or even the emergency doors the most used. Luckily, the only security cameras in the university was at the entrance, on the teacher's parking and towards the main doors. Otherwise, there were two others cameras in the main hall and one in the big corridor that lead to the big amphitheater. Then, there wasn't any more monitoring device disposed on an electronic system. And it suited the hitman.

As he was planning his precise path, he had a doubt about the amphitheater where his victim will have class tomorrow. Instantly, he grabbed his work phone, this one was untraceable, undetectable and immune to any outsider listening. So he grabbed the object, before dialing his client's number.

❝ - Hello ? Mumbled a feminine voice.

- Isolate yourself as fast as possible. No one can hear what I have to tell you. The black haired replied without wasting time.

- O-oh it's you... She whispered, blushing.

Thirty seconds went by, the girl isolated herself like the assassin asked. The black haired heard two doors being shut, before his client found herself in her room, sheltered from any curious ears.

- It's done. Confirmed the young girl. But... You're calling... You're not scared to get caught ?

- My sim card is undetectable. I'm calling you from my phone dedicated to my work. We call talk in all safety, no matter what happens, no one can listen to our conversation.

- Ok. She mumbled, paying attention. So... Why are you calling me ?

- I need more information.

- Oh yes... Of course. I'm listening.

- The name of the amphitheater in which he has classes tomorrow please.

- Wait. She said, leaving her phone on her bed.

While the korean girl went to check her brother's schedule in his room, Jungkook stared at the wall in front of me. He heard a door being shut through the phone, the girl was back.

 - I hope your brother's not home right now. He mumbled, suspicious that she could have slipped.

- No, he's not here. I'm home alone. She explained with a sweet voice. Tomorrow he has class in the amphitheater B, Heejun. She precised.

Jungkook noted the information in his file.

- Ok. Are you sure that, he stays behind to talk to his teacher Kim Taehyung after class ? His voice sent shivers to his client.

- Yes. He talks to him every night. He tells us how passionate and implicated he is. I also know that he always rushes after classes, once he's done talking to his literature teacher.

- That's the problem. I'll have to do my work inside the university and it's quite risky. There's too many persons, too many eyes. I can't guarantee you that it will be a success before even doing anything. But you can count on me, I never fail at my job.

- I realise that it's complicated. But... I'll never feel okay again, until he dies. The young girl's voice cracked at the end.

She was broken, and Jungkook understood that. Usually, he had no empathy towards anyone. This time, it was an exception.

- He still rapes you ? The black haired whispered.

 - Y-yes... Every week. The korean was now crying.

- Your parents don't see anything ?

- No... He's seen as an angel. Her little voice added, while she tried to hide her sniffling.

- I'll complete my task. I promise you.

Even if, fives minutes earlier Jungkook made her understand that his success wasn't a guarantee to 100%, hearing this young seventeen year old girl, crying and breaking down because of her brother's horrible acts, made him thirstier for murder than usual. He felt that this young girl was sweet, nice. If she came to the point of hiring a hitman to kill her brother, her life must be a living hell.

- T-thank you... Thank you JK. She whispered, she named it like that because that was the only information she had on the black haired's identity. ❞

Jungkook ended the call after saying goodbye to his client. He had pity for her, this young girl. For that, he told her that she could call him whenever she felt bad. He didn't do that with his customers, but he let his human side get the best of him this time. And her case was so hard, that, he would have no mercy killing her brother tomorrow. Because Jungkook was determined to finish him, no matter what could happen.

After this short break, he jumped back in the university's plan. He analyzed the amphitheater that the girl told him about, and he found it with no problem. It was located in a building parallel to the central block. There was around a hundred meters between the two buildings. Firstly, Jungkook will not have to care about cameras. Then, where the boy had class, there were a few emergency doors not too far. The professional killer's hands made their way in his dark hair to pull it, he was thinking about the easiest and shortest way to escape once his mission was accomplished. The exit should be quickly and discreetly accessible. No one should see him, absolutely no one.

Following a certain corridor, Jungkook noticed a window on the plan. It was big, and it wasn't really high. He could escape this way. Logically, he would reach behind the building, the fence was at hand reach and he would only need to reach his car without wasting any second. If Jungkook follow this plan, he would succeed. It was excellent. Convinced by his ideas, the black haired sighed. He gulped down the remaining of champagne, a drop escaped from his lips and rolled down his jaw.

The killer needed to get his stuff ready now. Weapon used ? Knife. No firearm, it would trigger screams as soon as the shot was heard. The fastest and simplest way in this case was a knife. A big, to finish him in three stabs at most. Determined, he stepped in the room where was hidden all his guns, weapons and work material. His cold orbs scanned his amount of knives. He ended up finding the one that stood out the most. Nine inches, silver and shining. Its sharp blade satisfied him.

He placed it in its black case, he grabbed his leather gloves of the same color, his fetish mask that hid his identity and a revolver just in case. We could never be too cautious in this job. Adding to this list of what he needed, a rag to gag him just in case, thin ropes, a detergent product that was really effective to hide any blood stains and a painless asphyxiant. All those elements were put in a big black bag, that would stay in his car.

He had prepared the essential, he only needed his outfit. Which was black jeans, a black sweater, and black sneakers. Black was his color of predilection. Discreet, mysterious, perfect for his image and feline aura. The killer finished his task and then hit the shower. He had to sleep earlier, he needed to be in shape for tomorrow.

After his shower, the handsome young man prepared himself something quick to eat and around twenty one pm, went to sleep. Eyes glaring at his ceiling, Jungkook thought about the sadness in this girl's voice. Poor girl, he thought. She seemed so pure. A new adrenaline rush pulsed through his veins. Tomorrow, he'll kill this Kim Daejung. He had to, because it was his job and he was paid, but also for his client. If this act could reduce the pain she felt, no matter how small that is, Jungkook would be satisfied.

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Day D was here. It was exactly five pm. And Jungkook was ready. Wearing his black clothes from head to toe, his knife's case hidden against his chest under his big sweather, his relvoler behind his lower back, he only needed to put his mask on. He already put his bag in the car this morning, early. Now, it was time to go. Time to go work. He left his home only wearing his hood, he will put his mask on near the university. The less he wore it, the less he earned the attention of people around him.

The black haired lived in the agglomeration far from Seoul. Why ? Because where he lived, streets weren't filled with cameras. The air was peaceful, there were less people, less suspicious that if he lived in town. Plus, drive for half an hour to get to Seoul wasn't something he minded. His Audi R8 was a pleasure to drive. Once he locked his flat, he went down the stairs and quickly climbed in his jewel. He checked that no one had seen him. And as he expected, no one was in this street.

A sigh left his lips, he didn't know why but he had no trust in this mission. He was hesitating. It was too rare coming from him. Because Jungkook was a hardened killer, confident and because perfection was one of his synonym. But he had this feeling that... Something was going to screw things up. This thought angered him. Anger towards no one, but still hatred. If he failed his mission, it would be a disaster. Jungkook had to succeed, it was a duty. There was nothing else to say about it. His eyes were fixated on his wheel, he was lost in thought. He was already leaving, thinking he would fail and it was a big mistake coming from him. He decided to relax by putting his favorite songs, after turning on his racing car and drove to Seoul.

His trip lasted forty minutes. Forty minutes of driving, including twenty minutes stuck in traffic on the principal axes of the seoulian ring road. Well hidden behind his tinted windows, the assassin arrived near the university. Jungkook had learned each steps of his plan by heart the night before. In the first place, he would leave his Audi parked in a street parallel to the building where he would kill. The one behind the fence that surrounded the faculty. The roaring engine was cut, the black haired stared at the few people that were present. Mostly students. But as it was almost six, there wasn't too many people.

Focused, the killer reminded himself the procedure he was going to follow in the following minutes. First, enter by an isolated door. Hide under the staircase not far from the amphitheater, and then he would go find his prey to kill him. The victim would automatically pass by where he was, since the building's exit wasn't far. And finally, the black haired would escape as fast as he appeared. He breathed in. He wasn't going to screw up. There were no reasons he would. He didn't have any problem in the two years he had been doing his job. So why would it happen today ? The black haired tried to convince himself. The clock was ticking, he had no time to waste.

His mask in his pocket, Jungkook stepped out of the car. He saw a group of students at the corner of the street but they didn't seem to pay attention to him. Walking fast, quietly, he rushed into the bushes that ran along the fence. He was relaxed to see no one was behind the building. As planned, it was a forbidden access. It wasn't until he made sure no one could see him that Jungkook jumped over the fence that was 1.50 meters high (59 inches, I guess?). Now, he was ready to step inside, his identity had to be hidden. Once he put his bloody bunny mask on his face, the black haired pushed the iron door, before immediatly looking if anyone was in the corridor. No luck, three students came from his left. But Jungkook was going on the right. Yet, he waited for them to pass by, it was more careful. Eyes focused on his watch, Jungkook saw that it was 5:55 pm. Five minutes. It was the mandatory deadline to go hide under the stairs. When there wasn't anyone left in the corridor, the assassin rushed on his right, and to his delight, his eyes noticed the staircase.

Careful, Jungkook went to hid under the stairs, hidden from any stare. No one could see him here, unless someone came. In that case, Jungkook would kill that person. It was quick to be 6:05. Students stepped out from the door opposed to him, others went up the stairs. 6:13 pm, it was calm once again. Like a charming feline, the thin muscled silhouette of the killer rushed along the ten meters in order to reach the amphitheater. He stepped inside, a little staircase was there. He heard two voices. Mannish. A husky one, a pleasure to hear, another one, younger, less charming. Shit. The teacher was still here. He didn't leave from the teacher-only outing. He was talking with this Daejung. Damn, the black haired thought.

The worse was when he heard the voices getting closer. That damn Kim Taehyung was leaving from the students' door ? Why doesn't he leave the building from the teacher's door ? That wasn't good, the voices were only getting closer and Jungkook couldn't take the risk of leaving. It was now or never, as planned. Mad that his plan wasn't going as he planned, the black haired left his so called hiding place. At the bottom of the stairs, he skillfully drew out his butcher knife from its case, making the blade brush against his shirt. The weapon was hanging from his hand. It was shining a silvery sharpness, the man's attitude was suddenly shivering from fear.

Especially when, his future victime arrived. The young man was here, at the top of the stairs, smiling. He was looking back, probably towards his teacher. But once he dropped his eyes down the stairs at his feet, his smile faded in a sparkling fear. His orbs scanned the man wearing all black, his face hidden with the bunny mask, and mostly the knife. At first, he thought it was just a bad joke. Though, when the killer rushed up the stairs to jump on him, Kim Daejung understood. He understood that he, was here to kill him. 

« Daejung ? » A husky voice asked, confused.

« Run ! Don't look back, just run ! » The student screamed to his teacher.

The teacher didn't understand the fear in his student's eyes. Until the assassin appeared in front of him, until the blade got jabbed in Daejung's chest at a quick speed, until the blade came out, only to get stabbed back in. Even a third time. Under his favorite teacher's gaze, the young man was losing his life. He was stabbed by a imminent death, his eyes lost its lucidity, as the three stabs killed him. Fifteen seconds. That was the time he had left. The sixteen second, it was already too late, Daejung was dead. Blood stained the stairs, the wall on the right, and the floor. A symphony of fiery melancholy and fresh red tones.

The teacher was petrified. Paralyzed. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, he was scared he was having a nightmare. Because what just happened now couldn't be real.

« D-Daejung ... ? Daejung !? » He breathed, frightened.

« Run or you die. You got three seconds. » Whispered the assassin.

The shocked eyes of the hazel haired man, didn't understand.

« One. » 

His heart was beating so hard, Kim Taehyung was going to have a cardiac arrest.

« Two. »

His own legs started running. He couldn't control them, he couldn't control anything. Right now, it was his survival instinct. Almost tripping drown the stairs, Taehyung was running, as fast as he could, as fast as the adrenaline told him to run for his life. But the fear was here, it stopped him from giving his all.

« Three. »

Footsteps echoed behind him. Fast. Really fast. Why was this man so fast ? Taehyung was running, running in this corridor. But no one was here. Why was no one here to help him ?

« Help ! Please ! » He screamed from the top of his lungs.

« Too late, asshole. » Whispered a voice close to him.

As he was running, this man stopped him in a matter of seconds, and without the hazel haired man understanding anything, he got thrown in the restroom. The door was closed, the masked killer grabbed Taehyung by his throat before pushing him in a stall. The teacher was going to die. Die even before the killer could touch him. Fear would kill him.

« Motherfucker. You couldn't scream louder, uh ? Spat the black haired, angry. How do you want to die ? Strangulation ? Bullet through the head ? Slit throat ? I'm giving you a choice, I am being lenient. »

Tears flooded the teacher's eyes. The pain in his heart was unbearable.

« I'm begging you. Spare me... » His broken voice whispered.

Jungkook laughed. It was funny, he was hesitating.

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I'm thinking of posting every wednesday, what do you think? 💜

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