[ Punishment ]

It was friday night, at the beginning of December. It has been a month and a few days since Taehyung was at Jungkook's. The black haired had counted the day. Thirty three days exactly. And tonight, he wasn't here. Not at his home. He had to killer a man, following the files Hoseok had sent him earlier. It was just a cannabis seller, who owed money to his supplier. Strangely, he was asked for his services. Jungkook wasn't fooled, he found it strange. In most of the cases, when it involved drugs, men did the work themselves. So the black haired couldn't say he was serene tonight. Because it wasn't the case. 

He felt something was off. His predatory, killer, instinct foreshadowed nothing good. But Jungkook still decided to accomplish this mission. Hoseok was actually at the killer's house with Taehyung. Jungkook was in the seoulian suburb, in a district dedicated to drugs traffic. The black haired observed around him from his Audi R8. There were men, masked or with a hood on their head for most of them. They weren't many, just a few of them freezing outside while waiting for clients' requests. Jungkook was masked. He still took the risk of wearing his morbid rabbit mask. In any case no one could recognize him but, he could be known as the guy with the famous bunny mask.

Exhausted, he let his eyes wander on his right on an isolated and dark alley. Normally, the man he was supposed to kill would be in this alley. Jungkook would kill him, and the people who requested this crime would get rid of the body. That was the plan. Nothing guaranteed absolute certainty. Really nothing. Biting his lips, Jungkook checked that his gun was on his lower back, he also checked if he had his knife against his forearm, in its case. And obviously, he also brought his sniper. Why ? Because we're never too careful, and he could undergo an aerial or distant external attack.

After checking the surroundings, Jungkook stepped out of his car. He was careful not to make noise when closing his door. Squatting next to his racing car,  he stayed there for a minute, listening around him. His sniper was hidden behind in back, under his oversized sweater. But it was noticeable if people really paid attention to it. Except that it wasn't a good thing, because some people here could take it as an offense. Jungkook wasn't known in this sector, so he had to be fast and leave as fast as he could to limit troubles. He checked that no one was here, before standing up and acting as if nothing.

He walked, head down to hide his mask. The alley was here. It was gloomy, quiet and dark, nothing too reassuring. The young man dressed in black observed the end of this alley. A man was here. The one he had to kill. He moved forward, adopting a relaxed attitude, acting like a good customer in need of his daily dose. He peacefully walked, seeing as he was getting closer to the man. He discreetly brought his hand behind his back, taking his gun, his light revolver. Ten seconds later he looked up, revealing his mask to his victime along with his arm, to put it on his skull. He saw the terror in his eyes. Dread and paralyzed glow. Boom, the man was dead. A bullet through his head.

As Jungkook was getting ready to escape, a shot was heard, a few inches away from his face. He understood that he was targeted, that he needed to quickly hide. With a quick analyze, the black haired noticed a trash container against the wall opposite to him. It was those kind of big rectangular trash containers. With two quick steps, he hid, a bit stressed. A few inches away from him layed his dead victim, in a pool of blood. A few more gunshots were heard. They were clearly aiming at Jungkook. 

He started doubting the loyalty of the men who asked him to kill the now dead man. Was it an ambush ? Does someone want him dead ? Jungkook groaned. He was in a delicate situation. He didn't know how many men were after him, neither did he know where they were or what they wanted. Clearly, they wanted to kill him. There was no doubt on that. Especially when another bullet brushed past him. Jungkook quickly did his best to take his favorite sniper. He gulped a first time. He tried to keep his cool, keep calm. It was cold, the light wasn't enough, the place was dark and gloomy and he was alone. People wanted him dead. However Jungkook had to get home alive. Teeth gritted behind his mask, he listened carefully to the sounds around him. Nothing particular.

Maybe his opponents were high up somewhere. They also had long range rifles and snipers. The black haired breathed in, licking his lips. Another gunshot, brushed past him once again. The person aiming at him was good. There was no doubt about it. The mission was harder than Jungkook had imagined. He slowly squatted, to reach the side of the container. Very discreetly, he brought the viewfinder to his brown eyes. He could breathe for a few seconds before another bullet was shot towards him. He dodged it. But now he knew where his attacker was. On the four floors building's roof fifty-ish meters away from the alley he was in. It could see it was a man, and he was alone.

However Jungkook was sure there were more people here to attack him. The man up here wasn't the only one. There is more. Because he heard footsteps, not far from where he stood. People walking. It wasn't people who were running away. He quickly understood that he was trapped, which pissed him off seeing how things were going. Another gunshot, the bullet ran in the wall a few meters away from him. Jungkook kept waiting. He really shouldn't shoot now, but he should shoot right after another gunshot. He was focused, he felt his heart beat faster. Nothing serious. He wasn't scared, the black haired knew he HAD to get away from this.

Tight-lipped, gaze fixated in his viewfinder, he felt the experimented man was going to shoot one more time. And his intuition was good. As he was getting ready to shoot, his rival shot. A second later, the black haired got ready, and he could perfectly see the hostile individual in his line of sight. He had no pity. He killed him with two bullets in the head. Once this task was done, he pressed his back against the container once again. Jungkook thought he had half of the job done when he killed that man. He was really surprised to see a guy up on the building on his right. He started aiming at the black haired who swore, getting away as fast as possible. Then, thanks to his experience and his fitness, the brought the sniper back to his eyes before shooting two bullets in the man's chest. He fell stiff, Jungkook got lucky.

But his luck wasn't long. Now it wasn't two guys attacking him, but at least six. He had killed two. And the twenty-one year old black haired thought he had gotten away from it. With his guards up, he started slowly walking to the end of the alley, while being careful of the noise surrounding him. His eyes fixated the two sides of the street, when two men in black came to him. Both had a sharp blade of about thirty centimeters.

« Fucking shit. » Jungkook swore when he understood the situation.

Instantly, he pulled his knife out from where it was hidden against his forearm. He had put back his sniper in his back, and he knew his revolver wasn't far, behind his back. Jungkook hesitated. Who was he going to kill first ? Hard to choose, both were determined to kill him. Randomly, the assassin choose to start with the one on the left. He seemed less hardened. Jungkook's aura literally changed. He had to save his life. The black haired decided to surprise his rivals. With his own liveliness, he rushed towards the guy, pissed off.

Obviously his enemy saw that Jungkook was rushing towards him, he stopped walking, to prepare himself for the bunny masked guy's attack. The black haired was more tricky. He hid his gesture behind his back, and from nowhere, he threw his knife with an incredible strength. The man wasn't expecting it at all, he received the knife in his throat. He fell on the ground in a deafening sound. But, no time to feel relieved, he had to kill the other. The black haired didn't have his knife anymore, now that he had stabbed the first guy. The other man ran towards Jungkook, we couldn't see his face, he was masked.

Surprisingly, he had a significant striking force. From his first attempt, he succeeded to touch Jungkook's face, cutting through his mask and his skin. Revolted against this hostile energumen, the black haired punched him forcefully, so strong that the sound of bone breaking echoed. However, even with this big injury, he tried to stab Jungkook's throat, then his chest, and the important femoral artery. With agility, Jungkook dodged every attack. He got a cut on his right forearm, even though he wore a big sweater. Teeth gritted, he decided to skip to the finale of his fight. 

He threw a powerful kick, hitting his rival's head who was destabilized by Jungkook's attack. His body lost balance, he felt dizzy from the masterful kick. He almost lost consciousness. This little lapse of time was fatal for him. Jungkook pulled out his revolver and shoot. With no mercy. Two bullets through the head, one through the chest and two through his knees. He had shot him down. A sigh of relief left his cold lips, chapped from the cold temperature. This sigh, he had let it out too early. He lowered his vigilance, it was fatal for the black haired man. A last man up on the roof of a 72 feet (22 meters) building, had shot a bullet through his right shoulder. Ironically, Jungkook was only wearing a bullet proof vest which only convered his chest. 

A whine of pain left his mouth as the bullet burned a hole in his shoulder, before he went to hide once again behind this container. He felt his blood dripping from the wound. It was bad, he could lose a lot of blood. He had to go back home. Except he had to kill the last man, get back to his car, apply a tourniquet and go home as fast as possible. He pulled back his sniper, his arm was giving him so much pain. But he tried to get himself back together. His life was on the line. He breathed out to calm himself, be concentrated and keep his professionalism. He felt his own blood dripping down his chest, soaking his black sweater. It was so unpleasant, unbearable even. He decided to finish this now. Viewfinder in front of his eyes, he found the silhouette in the night, he shot three times. The man just died.

Instantly he started to run, even with his difficulties and pain, towards his car. Not a single person was there. Everyone had deserted ever since the first gunshots had echoed. The black haired ran, unlocking his Audi R8, before getting inside.

« Damn. What a shitty night. » He let out, exhausted.

His doors were locked, he didn't start the engine to not arouse suspicion. He saw that he was staining his beautiful leather car seat because of the red liquid dripping from his wound.

« No, fuck. I'll dirty my car. » He sighed.

Everything was against him, he was pissed off. He quickly grabbed his bag from the backseat after taking his mask off. Inside the bag, there was a thick rope and two cotton squares, nothing more. It was enough to apply a tourniquet and clean the wound a little bit. He took his sweater off, ending shirtless in his Audi, frowning. He was disturbed by everything that happened tonight in a little bit of time. He tried to focus on his task. Jungkook observed his deep wound in the sun visor mirror, it was far from not being serious. The problem was that he took the bullet in his shoulder. It wasn't easy to apply his tourniquet.

But instead, he decided to do two. One under, near his armpit, and another one above, which was on his right collarbone. Jungkook grabbed the first part of rope, he folded it in two to form a loop. He circled it around his arm, keeping the loop in sight, then he passed both ends of the black rope in the loop. He had done a rope trick, but he wasn't done. He let a part on the right side, and pulled the other end to his left. He found himself with both ends, one on the right and one on the left, both which passed through the loop. He then made a knot with both ends, being careful not to tie it too tight, but also careful to not tie it not tight enough. And he did the exact same thing when he put the rope under his arm, so it could press against his wound. He was hurting so bad. It was the first time Jungkook was shot.

The black haired was finally done. He was able to put his sweater back on, once his blood had dripped enough on his driver seat. He took the time to clean what he could with a towel, but it needed a deep cleaning. After ten minutes being here, the killer could go home. He started the engine and without wasting time he sped up to leave this district. He thought of Taehyung, he thought of Hoseok. His best friend had probably left. Jungkook was thirty minutes late already and his best friend had told him he had something important this night, after keeping an eye on Taehyung. So maybe the hazel haired man was alone in the apartment, not tied up, free.

He violently hit the wheel in anger. What if the teacher had escaped or killed himself. If that happened, tonight would definitely be Jungkook's worst night. Pissed off, the black haired sped off the streets, his powerful engine roared through the avenues. He was driving so fast, some people were scared. It was this way until he joined the external ringroad, to get back home. Always fastier, always angrier. The police wasn't here, to his luck. Ten more minutes and Jungkook would be home. Driving at 250 kph, or even 300 kph sometimes, his car definitely helped him a lot. 

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Here's chapter 8 !

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