Hollow || yoonmin

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/9809204.

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M, Multi
Fandom: | Bangtan Boys | BTS
Relationship: Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin, Kim Namjoon | Rap Monster/Kim
Seokjin | Jin, Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin
Character: Min Yoongi | Suga, Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim Namjoon |
Rap Monster, Kim Taehyung | V, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Jeon
Jungkook
Additional Tags: bts - Freeform, bangtanboys, yoonmin, vmin - Freeform, namjin -
Freeform, Minor Kim Namjoon | Rap Monster/Kim Seokjin | Jin, Drama
& Romance, Angst, References to Depression, Suicidal Thoughts,
Suicide Attempt, Min Yoongi | Suga is Bad at Feelings, Park Jimin
(BTS) is a Little Shit, Jeon Jungkook is a Good Friend, Gang Violence,
Sad and Happy, Grumpy Min Yoongi | Suga, Alternate Universe - Spies
& Secret Agents, Kim Seokjin | Jin is a Good Hyung, Kim Seokjin | Jin
is a Sweetheart, Jin - Freeform
Stats: Published: 2017-02-18 Completed: 2019-10-11 Chapters: 38/38 Words:
53432

Hollow || yoonmin
by daddyoungho

Summary

Also putting more creamer than usual, the coffee looked too much like the eyes he had
glared into the other day and it nagged him to the core. So he resolved this by adding even
more creamer than there already was.

Even if it tasted odd he drank it anyways.

Yoongi was hoping Hoseok would somehow forget the question and move on to get his
own mug of coffee as well. He didn’t want to remember the youthful face and those plump
lips that entranced him, causing him to fail an assignment for the first time ever.

Notes

what should I say? enjoy!

 One

He snorted contemptuously.

The broken wire gates of the usually busy highway was completely blocked off and sealed shut. He
stood on his toes but it did no justice as he was stuck at the size of 5 foot 8 inches- arguably not as
short as people say- but short enough for the average male to tower over him.
How many times had he caused havoc and car accidents trying to kill himself?

Probably enough.

The local authorities even posted his face around the area, claiming that he was a danger to society
and his self, no surprise in that. He recalled almost running into a lamp post late one night and
seeing another face that looked identical to his, it was a poster of him and in big bold letters it said,
‘PARK JIMIN’
It seems the town was also set on revealing his face and identity to the public as well. Yet he didn’t
mind, everyone knew him like the new guy next door- mainly- because they pitied him. Most of
the closest people who surrounded him knew he was a suicidal maniac, it was a well known fact
and Jimin did nothing about it primarily because he could not care less about what people thought
about him.

With a heavy sigh, he pulled his sleeves up past his elbow and attempted to climb the newly
constructed wall- key word attempted- although he was strong his arm couldn’t reach the next
indent on the wall. His fingers barely touched the sharp edge of it and it maddened him to no avail.

“Stupid wall...” He released his grip and awkwardly landed on his feet.

Since there was nothing else to do, he ruffled his unwashed and diluted silver locks and decided to
make his way home in his shabby apartment. Maybe once there, he thought, he could drink the rest
of his withering self away till his body shuts down from alcohol poisoning.

“You’ll wonder why you even took the job in the first place.” The blank and cold eyes of the
sleepy man’s boss slid a piece of paper towards his direction.

He wore a nicely ironed suit that cost the average person’s weekly paycheck- or even more, black
tie straight, and slacks rid of any traces of lint. His onyx hair was effortlessly styled and blow-dried
with little to no effort, which in reality actually took at least twenty minutes to manage each time he
prepared for work. It’s not like he went to a formal gathering each day, it was a part of his job to
look and dress professional- if not suave- for his victims before their last waking breath.

The unusual fact of it is that his usually lax demeanor didn’t reflect what he does for a living
whatsoever.

He took the paper which had the address scribbled on it- quickly glancing- and shoved it in his
pocket, then picked up the gun sitting on the desk and placed it in its rightful holster.
“Hey.” He stopped mid-step, “Don’t miss.”

The man yawned and tilted his head sideways, “I’m Min Yoongi. I never miss.”
 Two

The click of the lock was barely audible in the dead silence of the early morning hours.

Yoongi smoothly pocketed his picks and firmly gripped the doorknob and rotated it in such a
specific and calculated method that he had always done so for the past 6 and a half years. He had
done this too much to fail and to top it off, his boss stated that the job was easier than easy so had
nothing at all to be concerned about.

Warm air hit him as he entered the messy apartment, clothes and empty glass bottles were strung
about the small couch set and it reeked of strong quality alcohol. He slightly crinkled his nose in
disgust at the living conditions, even after all this time he wondered how people could live like
this.

The room was dark as the curtains were closed, the carelessly managed place gave off a sort of
hopeless vibe to some degree. He concluded with the fact that the tenant must be a drunkard of
some sort, just living with no absolute goal in life quite possibly, the environment told him that
much at least.

He slightly crinkled his nose at the sharp sensation in his nostrils and wordlessly grabbed the
handgun in his holster.

The firm yet relaxed grip on his weapon ensured that he was on kill mode, silent and unwavering,
calculating everything down till the result of the results itself. He rounded the furniture and gently
pushed the slightly ajar door opened, his eyes immediately found a sleeping figure rolled in a
sleeping bag on the floor.

The barrel of his gun pointed right at the messy head of hair, finger ready to place just the right
amount of pressure on the curved trigger. Instead of finishing off the about-to-be-victim right then
and there, he slightly lowered the barrel and took a good look at his features.

He looked rather young, a baby face with its rightful plump lips and cheeks. The boy’s complexion
was mighty pale, dark rings sat under the wells of his closed eyes indicating no rest, his hair was
washed out gray-silver with dark roots which oddly complimented his porcelain skin.

It was the first time Yoongi ever stopped to actually look at his victim, he looked pretty- scratch
that- he looked beautiful, Yoongi thought.

He was too busy spacing out and foolishly didn’t notice that his victim was slowly stirring awake.
A raspy breath came out of his throat as the groggy figure noticed the intruder- who just so
happened to hold a gun right in front of him. The next thing Yoongi knew was that he was tackled
back towards a side table and lamp, his gun being wrestled out of his now steel grip.
“Give. Me. It.” The boy rasped and succeeded in prying the gun out of his grasp.

He could feel the thrill and adrenaline firing back and forth in his nerves as he pointed the barrel
towards his temple not hesitating to press the curved trigger.

An ear-piercing bang rung in his ears.

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Chapter Notes

a/n:

i barely update here.

but there's nine chapters of this on wattpad though.

The gun promptly landed on the wooden floorboards as a newly formed bullet-sized hole was
created beside the bedroom’s door frame. Yoongi had kicked his hand right in time to avoid the
jacketed hollow point from shattering inside his brain and causing immediate death and a great deal
of bleeding. The now awakened boy stared- shell shocked- from the last 5 seconds lingering in his
eyes.

“Are you actually fucking serious?” Yoongi cursed irritably to himself, “I can’t believe Namjoon
sent me for this bullshit.”

He dusted off his expensive suit and straightened his tie, swiftly picking up his handgun from
beside the boy, “Did you actually hire someone to kill you? Unbelievable.”

His should-be victim momentarily snapped out of his daze and glared at the older, “And? why
don’t you put a bullet through my damn skull already and finish your damn job?”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, “Because you look fucking pitiful right now and I’m not going to waste my
time on- you.”

The boy wobbled as he rose to his feet and stomped like a child, “Please. I am so tired of living!
My existence is literally rotting and it won’t even make a difference in the world. I just want to die,
please.”

He looked so desperate and broken, something about it made Yoongi’s words falter and hesitate
for a second. Yoongi didn’t know what to say about it, except that he had never seen someone so
desperate to end their life and with that fact he decided that he’d let the boy live, for the sole reason
that he should suffer alive and quite possibly understand the gift and blessings of life. Yoongi
frowned at the thought, since when had he been so poetic?

The assassin fixed his jacket and inspected his gun, ready to leave the shoddy apartment, ignoring
the boy behind him. As he swiftly went for the door the boy followed suit and attempted to snatch
the gun away from his hands, only to be stopped as Yoongi shot upwards in warning.

He turned his head towards the boy and gave him a nasty look.

“I hope you live forever, bitch.”

__
Yoongi couldn’t care less about the well being of the deranged boy that holed up in the shabby
apartment- at least he thought so- he took it upon himself to deal with Namjoon later. His boss was
a rather rash man and if he finds out that Yoongi didn’t put a hole through the victim’s head his
reputation would most likely be screwed and he wouldn’t get his pay from the client- which in this
case- was the same person he was assigned to kill.

The next morning he woke up earlier than usual, for no particular reason really. His coworker and
best friend Hoseok arrived some time later, a peppy ray of sunshine as usual. Yoongi distinctly
remembered meeting Hoseok for the first time, how his childish and bright personality was a stark
opposite from his job. It still made him wonder why Hoseok decided to take such a morbid job that
made no type of dent in his personality.

“How come you’re up early?” Yoongi didn’t respond and poured the freshly brewed coffee in his
mug.

Also putting more creamer than usual, the coffee looked too much like the eyes he had glared into
the other day and it nagged him to the core. So he resolved this by adding even more creamer than
there already was.

Even if it tasted odd he drank it anyways.

Yoongi was hoping Hoseok would somehow forget the question and move on to get his own mug
of coffee as well. He didn’t want to remember the youthful face and those plump lips that
entranced him, causing him to fail an assignment for the first time ever. He unconsciously sipped
the hot liquid in deep thought and hissed when it scalded his tongue, Hoseok chuckled.

“You’re distracted, I wonder why that is?” The latter grinned.

He shrugged, “Don’t know.”

Because truthfully- he didn’t know- or rather did not want to acknowledge it at all. It wasn’t like he
was denying it, he really just didn’t know what to feel about it. This time he carefully sipped on his
coffee as his eyes met Hoseok’s, a grin that seemed out of place made Yoongi suspicious, but he
ignored it and drank the overly bright coffee.

“So how was the job yesterday?”

He shrugged once again, “Nothing much. Just some idiot who needs anti-depressants for a change.
Sad really, but oh well.”

Hoseok ‘ahh-ed’ and nodded as he then poured his mug of coffee and slyly watched his best friend
under his lashes.

__

Jimin groaned and let the empty bottle of vodka roll away from his grasp, he was wondering why
he still breathing and not in a wooden box under 6 feet of dirt. The alcohol wouldn’t kill and so
does the hitman he hired, bummer.

“I thought assassins were supposed to be cold and heartless?...” His eyes blinked slowly from the
alcoholic stupor, feeling grimy as he had been wearing the same clothes for the past two days.
Usually Jimin would be disgusted by this and scrub his skin raw of dirt then change right away into
a fresh and decent smelling outfit, but he wasn’t the ‘usually’ Jimin- not much ever since all those
months ago. He had basically lost the will to live and enjoy life, his best friend Seokjin complained
a lot about this and constantly nagged him about getting out the apartment, saying that the world
hasn’t ended and that enjoying life is the sugar and spice of youth. What was he doing now?
Wasting his youth, the one thing he was told not to do, because youth was precious and
unattainable once it passes, it’s never coming back. Did he care at the moment? Most likely not at
all.

Although his Seokjin never stopped bothering him to go out and pick his ass up from depression,
he hasn’t been calling, texting or forcibly dragging him out lately. Jimin rejoiced, but it was most
likely because he was busy from his job. Which was another thing Jimin had, he was surprised that
he wasn’t fired yet, most likely because Jimin was the most enthusiastic and avid worker there-
was- and his boss couldn’t afford to lay him off even if he hasn’t gone months at a time.

Nevertheless Jimin nodded off and spent his time dozing off, contemplating suicide in several
different ways and places as usual or drinking with whatever money he had left.

“There’s no one I wanna live for anyway...” Jimin recalled sourly as his memories went astray.
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Chapter Notes

a/n:

i actually like how this plot is turning out so far.

tell me how I'm doing.

Jimin slowly sat up, dizzy for a moment as blood rushed and settled in his head. The hardwood
floor which he passed out on didn’t do much comforting in his favor, he couldn’t remember why
he even slept there until his half-lidded eyes found empty liquor bottles, a few feet away from his
reach.

No surprise in that, he thought.

He yawned when a loud dinging made him jump. Jimin patted his sides and pulled out the device
in his pocket, answering it and not bothering to check who the hell made the call in the first place.

“What do you want?”

“Park Jimin?” The deep raspy voice, alerted his attention.

Who possessed such an alluring voice over a damn phone call?

He rolled his eyes and buried the weird thoughts, “Who’s this?”

The person on the other line chuckled dryly, “Did the alcohol make you forget already?
Dumbass?”

Jimin scowled as the haze in his brain cleared, “Why are you calling me- wait- how’d you even get
my number!?”
“You left it when you hired a hitman dumbass.” The hitman raised his voice very slightly, a tone of
annoyance coating it.

“Stop calling me a dumbass- you- you asshole!”

He laughed lightheartedly at Jimin’s response, “Whatever, get ready, you’re treating me today for
dirtying my suit and wasting my bullets. If you don’t I’ll double it and sink you in debt.”

Jimin scoffed and opened his mouth to retort when the hitman’s voice cut off. He had no choice,
but to go along with his plan, the only problem was the fact that he had nothing else to wear, so he
dug deep in his closet and sniffed every single shirt and pants that came to light. He found an over-
sized gray sweater and black skinny jeans through the mess and hung it over his shoulder, and
found a fresh pair of untouched boxers to wear- it was even wrinkled from the fact that it was left
folded for so long.

He took a 15 minute shower and came out denying the fact that he was probably- unconsciously-
trying to impress the man who was supposed to blow his brains out. Jimin messily dried his hair
with a towel and left it untouched to dry later on. Once he shoved his feet in his sneakers, he
opened the door to be met by a striking man in an all black suit. His dress shirt was adorned with a
fancy yet simple silver chain of some sort and first button was opened exposing his milky white
neck.

Jimin’s throat went dry as his eyes lifted to the man in front of him, “You take a hell of a long time
don’t you? Then again you did look like total shit yesterday so.”

His face flushed hotly, somehow embarrassed by his sharp tongue, “I’m not treating anyone if you
keep insulting me, asshole.”

The hitman sighed and scratched the back of his head, an action which captivated Jimin for a few
seconds.

“Ok princess, are you done getting ready? Because I’m starving.”

__

Jimin silently sat in the car, staring out the car window. Meanwhile, Yoongi glanced at him from
time to time, making small observations. Jimin’s eyes didn’t follow the moving scenery outside,
rather he was staring off into space as he seemed to be reminiscing something. He wore a gray
sweater that was a couple sizes bigger than him and black skinny jeans that hugged his surprisingly
short and toned legs, why did he notice that? He had no idea, but it rubbed him the weird way and
he didn’t deny that he possibly just checked the suicidal boy out.

Yoongi knows he isn’t attracted bat-shit crazy idiots.

“Where are we eating?” Jimin asked without looking away from the window.

The older shrugged, “The small breakfast place near the university. I’m pretty sure you can’t
afford more than a full meal for yourself, let alone a fancy breakfast diner.”

Jimin scowled disgustedly at the hitman, “You’re horrible.”

“So I’ve been told.” He took his time backing into the parking spot and turned the car off.

Yoongi locked the car and Jimin dragged his feet just behind, a public place was the last thing he
was planning to go to, usually at places like this he’d get stared at and pointed. People recognized
him all over the area, but those who’ve never seen him with their own eyes usually take their time
and get a good look at him, possibly to take in his face before he eventually kills him self. Yoongi
picked a seat near the back, away from the windows and prying eyes of the customers- whose
attention slowly drifted towards the two in curiosity.

“Isn’t that Jihyung… Jirim or something? That’s the guy who caused an accident in the
highway...” Yoongi heard this from a customer and unconsciously drilled them with his dead stare.

Meanwhile, Jimin ignored the obvious whispers from the table and sighed as he took a seat across
the hitman. Yoongi only looked away once the customer shut his mouth and awkwardly shifted his
eyes away. Yoongi looked over the menu rather quickly, deciding on a cheese omelet, hash
browns, bacon and sausages. Once he placed the menu down, he subtly looked at Jimin, who had
his- small- hands on the table and tugging on a loose string on his sleeve.

“You’re not eating?”

“I’m not hungry.”

Yoongi inwardly scoffed, “How is one not hungry? You really are nuts.”

Just when Jimin was about to retort with a smart ass comment, his stomach vibrated and rumbled
loudly, his mouth opened and closed feeling speechless as his face heated up from embarrassment.
Yoongi briefly looked away, as a grin formed on his thin lips, he kept his laughing to himself and
watched the silver-haired boy in amusement. His eyebrows furrowed together and he slightly
pouted, puffing up his chubby cheeks just a little.

Cute, Yoongi thought, but quickly brushed it away once he realized how weird it was.

The waiter came by and swiftly took their orders, while Jimin blankly stared at the salt shaker by
the end of the table, Yoongi relayed his choices and the food came in less than 15 minutes- piping
hot with a mouth watering aroma. Jimin unconsciously swallowed as hunger pains devoured his
empty stomach, he wanted to eat so badly, but he wouldn’t let the hitman see his fallen pride over
simple breakfast.

Simple breakfast that tempted his animalistic hunger with it’s glistening perfection and scent. Jimin
unconsciously bit his lip as he looked away, from Yoongi putting a spoonful of eggs and bacon in
his mouth. At this point, Jimin really did consider suicide from the hunger eating his dignity away.
Yoongi sensed the boy’s uneasiness and waved his fork to get his attention.

“Park Jimin.”

The boy’s eyes snapped towards the hitman’s face.

“Eat.” Yoongi pushed the plate of hash browns and sausages towards him.

Don’t Jimin, don’t even look at it!

Jimin exhaled heavily as he stared at the steaming food on the table, of course Yoongi didn’t really
like sharing his food and neither did he peacefully offer it to any hungry individual like he had
done so to Jimin, but he felt slight pity for the boy who did nothing but sit there. Ever since he had
met Jimin, he noticeably acted different around him- besides the fact that he was still an ass of
course- he somehow felt the need to let the boy know he wasn’t really as bad as he seemed.
It didn’t take long before Jimin’s small hand snatched a hash brown on the plate, shoving it in his
mouth and closing his eyes to slowly savor the god-given flavor of food. Not hungry? I beg to
differ Park Jimin. He shook his head amused and continued eating his eggs and bacon.

The plates were clean of every bit of food that used to be there not too long ago, Jimin was stuffed
for the first time in a while, he leaned back in content as a lazy smile adorned his baby face.
Yoongi primly wiped his hands and mouth with a tissue and neatly stacked the plates and used
utensils, he crumbled the used tissues and drank the rest of his iced water.

“Park Jimin.”

“Hm?”

“Thanks.”

Jimin opened an eye and nodded, maybe then, he thought, that the hitman wasn’t as much of an
asshole as he usually was. Even though he had only met him yesterday- as he woke up to a gun
pointing at him- for once he felt a bit giddy about someone willing to interact with him, even if it
was something as simple as owing them for wasting two bullets and dirtying a suit.

Around 10 o’clock, Yoongi told Jimin that he had to take him home. Jimin paid for it as he was
told and the two left the place satisfied and full.

Jimin was back again staring out the car window, his mind drifted to the last time he went out to
eat or went out to eat with someone.

‘You’re so lovely Chimchim… What did I ever do to deserve you?’

Jimin frowned deeply at the memory, his lip twitched at the thought of the one person that
destroyed his life, wrecked his feelings as if they were nothing more than empty words. He then
was quickly reminded that this outing with the hitman definitely held no type of affection, that it
was all for the simple means of payment and not enjoyment, his chest tightened as his mind
refortified its walls. The last thing he wanted was to attach himself to someone else who took and
crumbled his feelings just as much, the hitman was no less of a person than him.

Change was inevitable, yes, but it doesn’t always to result in something good and neither will it
bend in anyone’s favor as well.
“Park Jimin.”

“What?”

Yoongi’s brows slightly furrowed at the lifeless tone his voice held, “We’re here.”

Jimin nodded and refused to meet the hitman’s eyes, “Ok.”

Before the boy could fully get out of the car, Yoongi took something out of his pocket that he
readied.

“This won’t be the last time you’ll be seeing me.”

Jimin blinked and took the white rectangular card from his fingers, he shut the door and backed
away as the assassin sped down the road. He read the minimal contents on the card as he made his
way to his apartment.

“Min Yoongi.” He whispered.

 Five
Chapter Notes

a/n:

i'm up to seventeen chapters actually :)

i just can't find the time to post them here hehe

Yoongi unbuttoned the first few buttons on his dress shirt, then tossed his jacket on the cream
colored lounge, making his way towards the only bedroom in his house.

Jimin, Jimin, Jimin.

That was all he could think about.

Yet he had no idea why the baby faced boy was so interesting to him. Yoongi ruffled his hair, were
it not for his job he’d probably just as lifeless and lazy as Jimin is- save for the fact that he would
definitely not be as filthy as him though. He would love to sleep all day and not have to wake up at
6 in the morning to dress in a suit and style his hair in any way at all, he actually preferred his hair
windblown and naturally sitting on his head instead of having to use a handful of mousse to keep it
nice and still for the world to ogle. He sauntered across his bedroom to reach the neatly folded
house clothes, sitting on the foot of his bed.

A loose white shirt and black joggers, once a basic Yoongi, always a basic Yoongi.

He then lifted the long black bag that leaned beside his doorway and opened in on his wide coffee
table, Hoseok always warned him that one day someone would break in his flat and use his rifle
against him, but Yoongi cast the worry aside, saying that only Hoseok him self is the only person-
or Namjoon- capable of entering his condo without warning and shooting him with his own rifle.

Yoongi then proceeded with disassembling the sniper rifle, laying the pieces out in a mannered
fashion as he had done this one too many times, he took the cloths and rod and carefully cleaned
the components. He had nothing else to do after work and Hoseok was too busy to hang out with,
so therefore he had no one else to contact.
Not like he wanted to anyway.

Yoongi wasn’t a fan of social gatherings unless it was for a specific reason, such as completing a
life or death assignment, which he also had a fair share of during his career. All in all, he really had
nothing to do, he wasn’t interested in hanging out, he was more of a solitude person and he
preferred it that way. He was pretty damn sure he did not need a significant other, as most of the
time it would end up as one night stands and they would never see his face ever again.

But then there was Jimin.

The last person he would think he’d have stuck in his head, it was ironic how the two even met in
the first place. He comes in to kill the person he was payed to and in the end, the person who paid
him was his victim as well, he still wondered why he hadn’t killed him yet either- or rather killed
him self right after- for once Yoongi had something interesting in life to think about.

Not that he necessarily enjoyed having Jimin floating around his mind, by all means he felt quite
indifferent towards it.

Indifferent. Yes.

Once he finished inspecting the rifle, he placed it back in the bag and contemplated whether or not
he should clean his handgun as well, but he recalled cleaning it early this morning so there was no
point. He leaned back and sighed, cracking his knuckles and stretching his slumped back, a bad
habit on his part as it made his posture worse than it already was. He stood up with a groan and
opened the sliding door of his balcony, a great view of the city below him as ant-sized humans
lined the streets, hurrying or simply sitting on the edge of the road with not much to do. The sky
was darkening from the last warm rays of the sun to the cool purples and blues.

For the night, Yoongi decided he’d have himself a few glasses of scotch for the hell of it.

--

The silver haired boy ambled through the abandoned train tracks.

Tonight was a Friday, meaning most people would be getting out of work happy and ready to sleep
or drink the night away, almost nobody would care what happens in the streets during this day of
the week.
Jimin used this to his advantage.

He climbed the rail cars with little to no effort and ran along it, hopping across several times and
almost falling in between- a most unfortunate death that would be too- he kept doing so until he
reached the grassy fields and the abandoned train station with it. One wouldn’t dare to go to such a
place, but he did, because it was his sanctuary, a place where he ventured tirelessly to relieve his
stress or to simply be alone from the city life.

Jimin hopped down the last rail car and nimbly landed on the balls of his feet, the cool night
breeze kicked up all of a sudden and blew his hair back, raising goosebumps on his now exposed
nape and forehead. He zipped up his windbreakers even further and stopped at the barren port, the
dock held no ships or people, only a tattered shell of some sort of lookout stood there.

It was beyond breathtaking.

The beautiful hues of purples and blues decorated the wispy clouds as the sun slowly sunk even
further down the horizon. He jogged towards the edge of the port and stared at the ocean crashing
on the black rocks below, Jimin carefully sat on the edge and dangled his feet. The odd sense of
trepidation looking downwards didn’t scare him as much as it used to, he was already accustomed
to it, he didn’t think about most of his fears nowadays.

‘My lovely Jimin, you’re just too precious for me.’

He could almost feel the gentle caress on his cheeks as he reminisced, the feathery kisses on his
lips and down his neck, those soft plump lips that felt so right on his own only for a moment.

‘You’re hands fit perfectly into mine, isn’t that cute?’

Jimin’s eyes fluttered shut.

‘I can’t even begin to show how much I love you, Park Jimin.’

His temples pulsated with a dull ache.

‘The day I leave you is the day you stop loving me, remember that my love.’

His throat clenched painfully as he gasped for air.

‘I can’t stand being away from your side, you’re the light in my darkness and if I ever did anything
right in my life it’s loving you.’

He screamed and fell on his back, pulling his hair from the roots, harshly. His vision became blurry
as he opened his eyes, willing his pumping heart to calm down, to breathe. Jimin then recalled,
something that he hadn’t realized caused an impact in his decision. He barely knew him, yet it was
as if he knew Jimin just by glancing at him, found out all his deep and dark secrets in one spare
glance. That scared him, yet he felt a tinge of comfort, knowing that someone had taken the time to
understand him even just a little. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he read a familiar name on
the screen, someone he didn’t expect, but nonetheless he brushed the irrational thoughts before
they could fully manifest.

His tears ceased and his pulse quelled to its normal rate, “Live forever, right, Yoongi?”
 Six
Chapter Notes

a/n:

i have a great line at the end of the chapter so...

See the end of the chapter for more notes

It had been a month or so ever since he last saw the hitman’s face.

He’d mostly forgotten about the incident and treated it as a dust bunny in his memory. The card
that held Yoongi’s information lay forgotten in one of Jimin’s drawers. He still hasn’t gone back to
work, neither has he stopped wandering the streets or getting drunk off his mind on a day to day
basis- at least he remembers he does. Even Seokjin was beginning to come around and drag him
out of the damned apartment. His savings, weren’t doing too well when it came to unpaid bills and
utilities.

Yet what he didn’t expect was the violent knocking on his door, the knocks didn’t even serve a
purpose as his apartment door violently swung open and made a hole on the wall.

Jimin definitely didn’t have the skills and plaster to fix that.

Two men welcomed themselves in his apartment, “It’s been over a month, kid. Where the hell’s
the money?!”

Jimin smiled sheepishly and held his hands out in a dismissing manner, “Has it really? Well you
see, I haven’t gotten my paycheck yet you know, I get paid every 3 weeks so.”

“Bullshit! We’ve been tracking you and you’ve been downing alcohol all week.” The other one
raised his voice threateningly.

Jimin shrugged, “Well… You got me there I guess...”

Without warning, one of them stomped towards him and a burly fist smacked against his cheek,
making him stagger back and fall on his backside. A foot went flying towards his side and the
strong taste and scent of something metallic filled his senses, his vision became blurry and spun as
he fell on his side.

Jimin grinned, “If you’re planning on killing me, go for it you piece of shit.”

An infuriated growl and another foot came in contact with his stomach, the air was forced out his
body as he spat out a mixture of saliva and blood. He chuckled deliriously and coughed violently,
as more fresh blood ran down the side of his mouth and all over his lips, the next blows to his
stomach felt numb now. His body was unconsciously fighting to keep his eyes open, maybe to
somehow witness his death- which was impossible- and quite possibly get a good look at his killer
before his body suffers too much battering.

Something dark was produced on one of the men’s hands, the man lowered him self to Jimin’s
bloodied body. A wicked smile grew on his lips as Jimin felt the cold metal barrel of the gun on
his temple, something he had felt for the second time around now, except it was held by someone
else.

“No wonder you’re darling husband left your pathetic ass.”

Jimin’s breath hitched- only for a split second- as the barrel was pressed even harder on his temple,
a brief ringing filled his ears as his eyelids finally gave up on him.

Yoongi loaded his handgun and flicked the safety on, he adjusted his tie just a bit and pressed his
finger on the rubber pad. His car flashed and the door unlocked, he took his time straightening his
slacks and jacket, then proceeded to starting his newly polished car. This time, Yoongi had an
assignment worth taking and it never felt better to have his mojo back.

He lazily steered around the neighborhood, tailing the beat up blue Altima, it stopped at a street
that he recognized way too quickly and unknowingly, his fists clenched around the steering wheel
as he locked his jaws. Two men came out the driver’s and front passenger seats, they both wore
black masks to conceal their faces as they looked around for bystanders. Yoongi sighed and parked
behind a pickup truck a few doors away, he patted the gun and knife on his sides, turning off the
car and quickly surveyed the surroundings.

Most likely collectors, unpaid debt.

Jobs like this were too easy for him, except, the only problem was he had to find a way to not scare
the collector’s victims and not report him to the police as well- Namjoon wouldn’t be too happy
about dealing with that. It’s not like the business was illegal, although it wasn’t proclaimed legal as
well, so it stands in the gray area. Yet, Yoongi didn’t worry about any of that, he was sure the
victim in this task wasn’t going to be scared one bit about having a gun pointed at his head.

Again.

Once he saw no hidden snipers or suspicious vehicles, he straightened his jacket as he left the
comfort of his leather seat, not bothering to lock the car as it was unnecessary for such a simple
kill. He slightly pushed the door open, enough for him to slip through and strode his way towards
the stairs, he lightly tread up the stairs and arrived on the 5th floor in no time, from there it was
dead quiet- except for the sounds of muffled voices a few doors down. His hand unconsciously
grabbed the handle of his gun and held it in front of him, he effortlessly walked down the wooden
floor boards in deafening silence and eventually ended up in front of room 513.

“-go for it you piece of shit.”

His voice still sounded the same to him, it was coated with obvious pain and lack of breath.

A solid thump pierced the air, and another, and another, followed by a series of coughs and shaky
breathing. The heavy boots of one of the men came to a stop mixed with the ruffling of clothes. A
gun was cocked and reloaded, he listened no more as he kicked the door open all the way, the
barrel of his gun made contact with a nose. Blood gushed out of the man’s nostrils accompanied by
a cracking sound, he whirled back to roundhouse the other man who held a readied pistol.

Yoongi stared at him blankly as his index finger pressed on the trigger without a second thought,
and another on the bleeding man. He was used to the ring in his ears as two bullets buried
themselves in the jugular of the two men, this time around, he preferred his victims to have an
agonizing death rather than a quick one.

For his own satisfaction.

He easily shoved the man away from my feet and crouched down towards the pale baby face
gracing his eyes. His lips were chapped and coated with fresh blood, some had dried on his neck,
jaw and shirt. He pressed his fingers on Jimin’s jugular, the pulse was weak and slow, a patch of
blood was slowly growing in his stomach and it was then he noticed that there were long ruts of
open wounds staining his shirt even more.
 Yoongi’s jaw clenched as he heard what the men had done to him, how he struggled to breath after
each blow to the stomach, how he didn’t bother fighting them off- he knew Jimin welcomed death
at any time- but Yoongi wasn’t planning on letting him shake hands with death yet- not anytime
soon. The hitman unconsciously fixed the boy’s matted silver hair and gently picked him up.

“You think you can get away from me, Park Jimin?”

He easily lifted the short boy in his arms and unknowingly, a smile pulled on the edges of his lips.

“Not today.”

Chapter End Notes

a/n:

please do give me feedback, i don't mind the criticism at all

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Chapter Notes

a/n:

triple updates??

nah, more like pre-written chapters

enjoy!

His eyes shot open, he was about to sit up when an unimaginable trail of fire stung his abdomen
and muscles. He groaned and carefully let his hand drift on his stomach, something rough was
wrapped around him, he noticed the bandages stuck on his face as well as his stomach.

“Don’t move much, you’ll reopen the stitches if you force yourself.”

His ears perked at the raspy and velvety voice, it was then he realized he wasn’t even sleeping in
his own couch. Rather, it was a black velvety couch that screamed money at him, the carpets were
all white and cleaned of any particle of dirt unlike his trashed apartment.

How could someone live so luxurious?

The person he last expected to see was now right in front of me, he couldn’t sit up so he settled
with staring at him sideways. The boy blinked at his odd image, he didn’t wear his usual suit, it
was weird really. He was used to seeing him with the effortlessly swept hair and prim outfit, yet, it
was refreshing to see him dressed in a simple black shirt and jogging pants. His face was as pale as
ever and still held the stony expression in it, but nonetheless, he was still glad his presence lingered
after a month of disappearing in his life.

“Park Jimin.”

“Min Yoongi?” He recalled his name immediately.

“I’m surprised you’re not screaming at me yet.”

Jimin’s forehead crinkled in confusion, “Why would I scream?”

“Because you’re alive and almost died in my arms.” Yoongi quickly looked away, Jimin swore he
saw an inkling of amusement in his features.

Yoongi looked around warily and held his mug out towards the boy, Jimin raised a brow and
suspiciously eyed the contents of the mug. He found the smell rather pleasant, as it was once his
favorite thing to drink before alcohol introduced itself to him, a steaming mug of coffee.

‘Don’t put so much sugar in it, you’re already too sweet!’

He swiftly turned the offer down, “No thank you.”

Yoongi furrowed his brows, confused, and slowly retracted his hand and drinking the coffee for
him self instead. Jimin gazed past him, his eyes became blank as he seemed to remember
something, Yoongi brushed this off and padded towards his kitchen.

“Hurry up, your breakfast is getting cold and I have a lot of things to do today.”

Jimin carefully turned his head towards the direction of his voice, “What does that have to do with
me?”

Yoongi sighed loudly, on purpose and poked his head out the kitchen, “I’m going to work later,
and I have to make sure you don’t starve to death while you’re here.”

His eyes widened, “Stay here? Why?”

“Idiot, because I need to get the collectors off your ass.”

He scoffed, “And why do you care about that, asshole?”

“So I can get my job done, those grubby fuckers are going after you while they’re here, and I’m not
dealing with a murder victim with the feds if I can help it.”
The latter rolled his eyes and slowly sat up, trying his best to ignore the burning trails woven his
abdomen, watching as Yoongi fluidly moved around in the kitchen and towards, what he assumed,
was his bedroom. About 30 minutes later, he emerged from the room looking like a different
person. This was the Yoongi he knew, the ruthless hitman, Min Yoongi who was dressed in a heat
pressed suit, that probably cost more than Jimin’s closet combined.

“Did I miss something?” Jimin blinked repeatedly as Yoongi eyed him, it took all his willpower to
wrench his eyes off of his figure.

“It’s nothing.”

Yoongi released a silent breath and looked around for any mess that he had left, seeing nothing, he
fixed his collar and made his way out the door.

“Don’t even think of leaving, or I’ll have someone get your ass back here in 10 minutes tops.”
Yoongi grinned and winked playfully.

Jimin narrowed his eyes at him.

“Don’t kill yourself, nit wit.”

He then gestured towards the round black blot where the wall and ceiling met, right outside his
door, Jimin groaned once the door shut and the lock softly hummed in response. Jimin couldn’t
fathom whether he was irritated with the fact that Yoongi kept him locked like a dog, or perhaps
because he left him alone with nothing to do. Again, he groaned and gently laid back down on the
couch, bored out of his mind.

A soft humming interrupted his staring contest with the ceiling, he looked towards the source of
the sound and found that it was his long unused iPhone, charging by the nearby socket. It kept
vibrating and he assumed that someone was probably calling him, he ignored the fact that Yoongi
probably unlocked it with his secret ways, and painfully made his way towards it.

The called ID simply said ‘Min Yoongi’ and he answered it without hesitation, “Hello?”

“Park Jimin.”
He could feel the tingle down his neck as his voice registered in his ears, “What? Are you planning
to tell me that you’re windows are shatterproof and that I can’t jump down to death?”

He chuckled lightheartedly, “Yes- and no. I need you to get dressed before 3 in the afternoon-”

“Why? Are you locking me somewhere else again?!”

“Shut your mouth Park Jimin.” I winced at his authoritative tone and obliged.

He sighed over the line, “I was going to say, change because I’m taking you somewhere, I don’t
want my coworkers dragging me to the bar this time around. Just dig around in the black dresser
near the bathroom, I don’t wear those clothes much.”

Jimin’s jaw dropped in slight offense, “So you want to use me as an alibi? No way in hell.”

“I haven’t finished!” He raised his voice to get my attention, “I’d rather hang out with you for
today, and besides, I don’t really make an attempt to make friends when I already have some.”

Yoongi’s tone sounded odd, as if he felt relieved somehow, Jimin thought of it for a few seconds
and replied, “Why today?”

“Because,” Yoongi sighed, feeling a bit embarrassed, “I’m turning 24.”

An instant warm feeling overcame Jimin’s neck and stomach, nothing like his bandaged wounds,
but he realized how he felt at ease and safe around Yoongi. Maybe he was slightly inclined to
being around the hitman, at the moment he didn’t care, but later on he couldn’t say if he was really
going to regret it. Seeing that it was the hitman’s birthday tomorrow, why not as well?

“Yeah sure, whatever old man...” Jimin agreed nonchalantly, just to slightly tick Yoongi off for not
being more enthusiastic about his birthday.

Yoongi didn’t seem to care or was just oblivious to it, “Don’t kill yourself, dumbass.”
His voice was coated with dry humor as the dial tone cut off, Jimin moved the phone away from
his ear and looked at how long they spoke to each other, 15 minutes and 47 seconds. He locked his
phone and pressed the button again, the lock screen wasn’t changed for the last 2 and a half years.
It was a picture Jimin took while he was laying on his once clean sheets, it included his stomach all
the way down to his shoes, and to a person who sat the opposite end who also had his feet up on
his shins. The person was at the brink of falling asleep, and at the time, Jimin thought that was
irresistible, but the only feeling he could muster was the utter feeling of disgust as the edges of his
vision tinted red.

He quickly looked up how to factory reset his phone and proceeded with it, not before memorizing
Yoongi’s phone number to put it back in his contacts once again. Although he had changed his
phone number some time ago, he couldn’t help but wonder if he still had his old number, if he was
still even texting and calling it, maybe asking for forgiveness or apologizing- he gave up on that a
long time ago.

Once finished, he looked around the condo and stared at the wide window overlooking the city, he
decided to take a picture of it just for the sake of his lock and home screen. After all, the bright sky
was a neutral ash color and he thought it looked really pretty at the moment. Once he finished
setting up the basics for his phone, he was then back to being bored, he didn’t know how to use the
TV nor did he know the password to the Chromebook sitting under the coffee table. So he settled
with looking for clothes, in the black dresser as he was told to, it looked much like the clothes he
had back in the apartment, which he didn’t have a problem with at all.

Being the simple person he is, he picks out the first white sweater there and ripped jeans that were
folded right next to it. Surprisingly, his socks were balled military-style in his Levi’s that was by
the front door, Yoongi actually washed his socks- something he had never expected at all. He
looked at a towel and few cleaning supplies that was neatly stacked on the edge of the same black
dresser, a note was written on it.

‘Use these while you’re here, you can have all the clothes in this dresser since I don’t wear them.
Don’t kill yourself, by the way.’

How many times had he reminded Jimin not to kill his self? Second, maybe third time? He lost
count.

Jimin felt a tinge of guilt at this, but he brushed it as he looked at the smiley face drawn at the end
of the note, then began preparing early.
The reason behind his phone call to Jimin may or may not have been a lie, it was a half truth,
Yoongi concluded, but it was still a lie because it was a half truth not the whole truth. He actually
didn’t want to go with his coworkers to celebrate his 24th year living on Earth, this time he didn’t
want his birthday to end in a one night stand with some stranger who he didn’t want anything to do
with in the first place.

So he resorted to taking Jimin out, it was a change for him and Jimin as well, he didn’t know what
the boy did to suddenly enter his life and celebrate his birthday- it’s not as if they were close in any
way- he knew that much. Jimin had a life behind him that Yoongi knew very little about, he never
liked prying, but that didn’t mean he became curious once in a while.

In the end, Yoongi did find some things about Jimin, such as his past relationship with someone-
who he couldn’t find enough willpower to look for- and how there was just about posters and
warnings around the area he lived in, claiming he was a frequent destruction of peace from his
suicidal tendencies. Several times the police had tried detaining him or obtaining authorization to
send him off to a rehabilitation facility, but it never did come through and Yoongi was slightly glad
about that.

Maybe the boy did matter to him somehow- he was nothing less of a man, but he looked so much
like a child and couldn’t help looking at him that way- Yoongi somehow felt obligated to stay
close to Jimin, despite the idiot’s ways of warding him off.

“Oi Min Yoongi! Are you listening to me?” Namjoon’s voice briefly interrupted his train of
thought.

Yoongi nodded automatically and hummed in response, Namjoon gave him a suspicious look,
“This is one of the only days of the year we’ll get off, are you sure about that?”

Yoongi shrugged as he cleaned his slightly stained knife, “Yeah. I’m not feeling the night club this
time, but you and Hoseok can do whatever the hell you want.”

Namjoon stared at him in an astute manner, “Didn’t I tell you how relationships can compromise
your job?”

The black haired boy gave him an annoyed glance, “Does it matter what my relationships do to
you?”
“No, but it matters to the job, I don’t want you skipping off to go with someone just because. You
signed up for this job almost 7 years ago and you’re definitely not getting out of it now, are you?”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, “I’m celebrating my birthday Namjoon, can you at least respect that?”

At this Namjoon subtly softened and a hint of amusement glinted in his eyes, he raised his hands up
in mock surrender, “Do whatever the hell you want then.”

Yoongi grinned victoriously and sheathed his knife back, Namjoon dug something out of his jacket
pocket and tossed it at him, the latter easily caught the wad of bills.

“It’s your pay from the last two assignments and an extra for the occasion, be safe out there Min.”

He began to walk away from Namjoon’s office and was eager to get back to his humble abode,
“Thanks, Kim.”

Unknowingly, a smile settled on his lips as he stepped into the elevator.

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Chapter Notes

a/n:

i personally like this chapter a bit

the previous one was originally posted on Yoongi's birthday this year and i'm proud

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Yoongi silently opened the door out of habit and called “Park Jimin!”

Silence responded.

He looked at his phone for any notifications, no one tampered with is locks or opened the door.
Weird.

A weight pulled in his stomach as he headed towards the kitchen, expecting to find a blood stained
chopping knife and body on the ground. Instead, nothing was there, it was left like he last saw it
this morning. He scratched his head and then moved towards the lounge- even looking behind his
large furniture because Jimin was small enough to fit in the nooks and crannies- nothing.

He lastly opened the door to his bedroom with a frantic call, “Hey! Park Ji-”

A curled up figure was dressed in his clothes, sleeping on top of the sheets, peacefully and lightly
breathed.

“So much for going somewhere, eh?” A small smile tugged at the edges of his lips as he rounded
the bed, tilting his head to get a good look at Jimin’s sleeping face, “Jimin, wake up.”

Nothing seemed to reach the boy’s ears, so he settled with gently poking his side and Jimin slowly
shuffled away in response. An inaudible groan escaped his lips as he then laid flat on his stomach,
his cheek on the bed, slightly flushed and puffy from the position. Yoongi playfully rolled his eyes
and poked his thigh several times, Jimin jolted at this and swatted the elder’s hands away. He
noted how firm his thighs felt under the material of his jeans, it was well muscular and hinted that
the boy took the effort to build them.
“Park Jimin get your lazy ass off my bed.” Yoongi raised his voice as he again pushed his fingers
on Jimin’s sides, the younger mumbled what seemed like a curse and slowly sat up.

Yoongi chuckled at the Jimin’s irritated and flushed features, his stare was much like a cat who’s
toy has been taken away.

“Did I say you could sleep here?”

Jimin blinked and looked past him, yawning a few seconds after and rubbed his arm, “Nope.”

The answer was truthful, but Jimin didn’t seem to care at the moment. Yoongi raised a brow and
shrugged, he took off his suit jacket, proceeding to pull of his tie and unbutton his dress shirt.
Jimin’s eyes widened as his face flushed even darker in embarrassment, he wobbled on his feet to
leave and got the signal that Yoongi obviously wanted to change. The shower ran for about 5
minutes then briefly turned off, after what seemed like eternity to Jimin, Yoongi came out of his
room- once again looking like a completely different person.

He fixed his black hood and adjusted his matching bomber jacket with it.

All black looks so hot on him.

Jimin’s throat went dry as he swept his onyx hair back, revealing his forehead more and placed a
snapback on backwards. His thoughts couldn’t properly organize themselves the more he looked at
the Min Yoongi he sees right now.

Lord Jesus I’m so terribly gay.

Yoongi didn’t seem to notice as he looked at Jimin blankly, he shuffled back in his room and came
out with a white hoodie in his grasp, handing it to Jimin.

The latter didn’t exactly decide what to wear for his 24th birthday, he never dressed any fancier
than his usual work clothes, so he took his casual clothes on a whim.
What if Jimin thinks it’s too rugged looking?

Yoongi frowned and tossed his joggers back in his closet. It didn’t take him long to simply pick out
a comfortable outfit, all black, his home and comfort zone. He quickly washed the mousse out of
his hair and roughly dried it with his towel, then proceeded to change. He took a random snapback
hanging on one of the hooks on the wall and left his room to put it on, Jimin looked at him for a
few seconds with an odd eye and then looked away.

Geez do I look that bad? You could’ve just told me.

So to make up for his distaste, he grabbed a Puma hoodie from his closet and gave it to him to wear
for the night.

“Wear it. It’ll be breezy in the evening.”

He hesitantly took it from Yoongi’s hand and put it on, once he checked his pockets for essential
belongings, the two left the condo.

Yoongi was driven away from the city, away from the metropolitan complex that he lived in, along
the way Jimin began to recognize the paths that he turned into. It was close to his home, but still
quite a bit far. The cab slowed to a stop at a bustling street, it was at the edge of the city, near the
bay area that Jimin went to from time to time. It made him wonder what the hitman had in store for
his 24th birthday.

“Where are we?”

Yoongi grinned a little, “You’ll see.”

The two slammed the door shut after Yoongi paid for the fare, Jimin followed Yoongi as he drew
his hood around his neck more and shoved his hands in his pocket. He said nothing as the sky was
darkening in its usual purples and oranges, dying the wispy clouds in beautiful colors before the
dusk settled for the evening. He kept walking and Jimin followed slightly behind, they stopped at
a weathered set of double doors, Yoongi looked around warily and knocked in a rhythmical
manner.
The door opened in a few seconds and a person waved him in, the stranger looked to Jimin and
back to Yoongi, “Close friend.”

The aged man nodded and took them both inside, Jimin soon found out that it was a private pub, to
which Yoongi didn’t mention who specifically went to this place like him. There was no one else
in there but the three of them, and Jimin didn’t mind that at all, the lesser people the better.

“Let’s just say this is like my second home.” Yoongi sat on a bar stool and patted Jimin to sit
beside him.

The same old man was actually a bartender, Yoongi nodded at him and the older man did the same
as he moved around behind the bar with a bottle of some sort of alcohol.

Jimin recognized the bottle and knew it was a heavy liquor for Yoongi to begin with, was he an
avid drinker too?

A shot glass of the seemingly innocent, clear liquid was passed in front of Yoongi, he downed it
immediately and groaned as it burned down his throat. His eyes watered a little, but it was nothing
he couldn’t handle. Jimin didn’t feel the urge to drink at the moment, it was something he
preferred to enjoy alone, so he settled with making conversation with the hitman beside him. The
two mostly talked about their daily lives, to their childhood that they could barely remember till
now, it was all going in a drunk tangent.

“Park Jimin, tell me.”

Jimin raised a brow as he watched the old man pass him more, “Tell what?”

“Since it’s my birthday today, you should grant me a wish.”

The younger scoffed deviously, “I’m not a fairy, genius, are you that drunk already?”

Yoongi shook his head as he downed his 6th one, “Tch! Listen for once Jiminie!”

Yeah he’s drunk.

 The hitman leaned close to his face, his breath reeked of alcohol, but Jimin did nothing to push the
hot man away. Yoongi’s eyes were glazed with something he couldn’t quite fathom and it bothered
the hell out of Jimin’s curiosity.

“I want… you for… my birthday.”

Jimin’s eyes slowly widened as Yoongi’s face inched closer to his, their noses just about to touch
from the proximity.

Chapter End Notes

a/n:

another favorite chapter of mine

i doubt it seemed interesting though, it's a little bit cliche

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Chapter Summary

a/n:

realistically i'm at chapter 22 with this

i just haven't posted from being so busy ugh, but i finished a lot of work lately so i feel
less stress now :)

Jimin held his breath as Yoongi’s eyes slowly fluttered shut, his alcohol lathered lips barely
ghosting over his.

It was all going slow until the hitman suddenly flopped on top of him.

He just passed out on me. Fucking spectacular.

He shook the hitman’s shoulder, “Min Yoongi! Get off of me old man!”

The bartender inhaled his cigarette and slowly puffed out, chuckling, “As always.”

Jimin held Yoongi securely under his arms, wrapping his own around Yoongi’s torso to keep him
from falling sideways. The hitman’s face was comfortably tucked in the crook of Jimin’s neck, his
warm breath hitting the sensitive skin once in a while. As flattering the position would have been,
Jimin didn’t feel all to comfortable having the intoxicated killer in his grasp at the moment.

It almost reminded him of all the times Seokjin hauled his ass home from wandering drunk in the
streets, other times the elder would mutter a soft curse and give him a piggy back ride to his own
apartment, drop him on the couch and throw a blanket on top of him- despite his alcoholic and
sweaty stench.

Except this one, was a whole lot different, Jimin had never dragged anyone home from being
drunk- as Seokjin was always the nagging and responsible best friend in his life- so at this point he
only thought of one thing.

To ditch him.

But being that Park Jimin is Park Jimin, he didn’t have the willpower to do that.

He could only imagine leaving Yoongi out in the streets, possibly get robbed and killed in his state,
then
Yoongi’s occupation would probably on his ass for leaving the skilled killer.

Which didn’t sound too bad, considering that Jimin has been trying to end his life for quite a while
now.

But. He didn’t do any of that and instead decided on dragging the hitman back to his condo. The
only problem was that he didn’t know the exact address. Jimin sighed and groaned, what a way to
end a 24th birthday.
“Now how the hell am I supposed to get your dumbass home?”

The old bartender shook his head with a smile, an almost fatherly warmth emanating from him as
he observed Yoongi.

“How’d you meet him?” He spoke curiously.

Jimin mentally scratched his head, “It’s a weird story really, but I hired his agency to kill me.”

The bartender laughed this time, a jolly and humorous laugh that made Jimin confused, but amused
at the same time.

“So, you really are the Park Jimin, he’s been talking about?”

Jimin flushed hotly, “He’s been talking about me?!”

He nodded, “All day, all night- I’m just messing kid, don’t take it seriously.”

Jimin felt half-relieved and half-disappointed at that last statement.

“Well I’m sure you wanna get on with your love lives, so let me get you a cab home, sound good?”

“We’re not a couple! I-I don’t even know if he’s gay!” Jimin exclaimed embarrassingly.

The bartender only shook his head with a grin as he went to the back room.

The taxi home was instantaneous, the bartender told Jimin he’d pay for the fare and to take care of
Yoongi when they got to his condo. Jimin slightly struggled as he held Yoongi in the elevator,
following the directions the bartender had told him as he located the exact floor and room he had
been told. He dug up the key card in Yoongi’s wallet- with even more effort- and inserted it in the
door slot. The lock clicked open and he quickly took the card out as he held onto Yoongi with his
remaining strength, nudging the door close with his foot and kicking off his sneakers.

Being the nice person Jimin is- because of what Seokjin had done to him many times- he decided
to drag Yoongi all the way to his bedroom. Once he dropped the hitman on his face first on his
bed, he fell right next to him, exhausted from hauling him out the bar doors, in the building, in the
elevator and through the long hallway.

“Lord Jesus you’re fucking heavy.”

The hitman stirred and shifted his head, his snapback slipping off in the process, Yoongi slowly
cracked an eye open at Jimin- who was still trying to catch his breath and aching muscles from the
journey.

“You’re… here. What are you doing in my room, do you like me or something?”

Jimin’s eyes shot open as his hand flew towards Yoongi’s back, a hard-earned slap which
awakened the groggy man a little more, “Asshole, why would I like you out of all people?”

The younger turned his head the other direction, bothered by the hitman’s sudden question.

“Whatever,” Yoongi deadpanned, “It’s not a surprise you fell out of your pitiful excuse of a love
life, that girl probably would’ve thought the same.”

At this, Jimin’s chest tightened a bit, he swallowed the harsh lump in his throat as it stung in the
process. He pushed his self up and dusted off his shirt, ignoring the blank stare that Yoongi gave
him as he did so.

“Park Jimin.”

Jimin didn’t stop at the call of his name and proceeded out the door, intending on leaving the
suddenly cold room.

“Park Jimin.” Yoongi called again.

He didn’t respond and rounded out the short hallway, a few feet away from the sneakers right in
front of the door. One of two things could’ve happened, Jimin could’ve slammed the door close
behind him or he could’ve listened to Yoongi’s calls.

None of that happened as a firm hand gripped his upper arms, turning him around and slamming
his back against the wall. Jimin winced at the sudden harshness and inhaled sharply, he looked at
the only other person who could possibly stand his stubbornness, glaring daggers at him was such
a great idea to him at the moment.

“Park. Jimin.”

“What? You here to insult me again before I leave this hellhole?!” Jimin’s voice rose as his face
flushed red in anger.

“What else do you wanna fucking say?! You know nothing about me or my damn life- you have
no idea what it’s like to have the love of your life abandon you on your wedding day- you know
what he said?! He said that our love was nothing- a lie- that it was just a distraction to get his mind
off the important things!”

Jimin’s cheeks were wet with tears he hadn’t realized he’d been shedding, his chest stung, his head
spun in rage and he felt nauseated just thinking of the man he used to love. On the other hand,
Yoongi was shocked, he knew that Jimin was engaged- but with a man?

“All you are is a killer and I’d be damned if you even know what the hell love is.”

Yoongi’s blank expression didn’t falter as he watched the sniffling Jimin, who he somehow
towered over at the moment, he looked broken and fragile in his hands and Yoongi felt his chest
stir just by looking at the tears he shed for such a pathetic person in his life. His silver-streaked hair
was messed up and the white sweater he wore was slightly wrinkled- reflecting the conflicted
emotions running through his mind.

How could this person leave someone like Jimin?

“And what if I can prove you wrong?” Yoongi questioned.

Jimin was momentarily confused, he licked his suddenly dry lips and that’s all it took for Yoongi
to catch it with his own. At first, Jimin didn’t respond, Yoongi took this advantage as he pressed
his lips even harder and firmly held the boy’s face.

The kiss was consumed with hunger and angry lust- if that’s what it was called- Jimin found him
self feeling numb as he responded with as much intensity, his fingers weaving itself in Yoongi’s
onyx locks, tugging at his hair harshly and drawing the hitman even closer as humanly possible.

The fierce make out session felt like the longest lifetime to Jimin, as Yoongi broke away and held
the younger’s waist, trailing kisses down towards the base of his neck, he felt a familiar spot being
touched by his lips doing so, to which Jimin awoke to a jolt of realization, and abruptly pushed
Yoongi off of him.

“I-I… I have to go, I-I need to leave.” Jimin panicked visibly.

Jimin’s already thick lips were swollen from the ferocity of the lip lock they shared, his cheeks
were dusted a deep scarlet as he quickly stumbled his way out of Yoongi’s condo. The door
slammed shut in the hot silence, Yoongi was now left alone feeling hot and bothered by the simple
thought of his presence.

“Shit.”

What have I just gotten myself into?

 Ten

Jimin miraculously wandered outside the metropolitan complex that Yoongi was so luxuriously
sheltered in.

The boy was flustered as his mind reeled endlessly, reliving the sensations tickling his lips, neck
and the warm fuzzy feeling in his chest. He hurriedly fumbled for his phone in his jean pocket and
speed-dialed the only other person who’ll help him.

Kim Seokjin.

“-wait don’t tell me he actually killed himself! No!-”

“Shut up Jin!” Jimin hissed irritatedly, “I’m still alive alright- I just need you to come and get me.”

For a moment, Jin sighed in relief, “Jesus you gave me a heart attack there Chimchim, where are
you?”

Jimin looked around for any indication of the area, but couldn’t even recall the address that the
bartender had given him. So he ended up asking Siri on his phone and sending the address to Jin,
after what went down less than 15 minutes ago, Jimin couldn’t quite think straight. His legs still
felt unstable and he felt as if he would turn into a puddle if he saw the hitman’s face again.

“Wha- why and how are you even there?! That place is literally the center of money in this city!
Did you sign up for a sugar daddy or something?!”

Jimin scoffed and rolled his eyes, he stomped his foot in agitation as he raised his voice, “J-Just
pick me up! I’ll go to work this week if you stop asking stupid questions.”

“So… does that mean you actually have a sugar daddy?”

“Kim Seokjin!”

He clicked his tongue dismissively, “Alright alright, I’ll be there in less than 20.”

Once the latter had indeed picked him up in less than 20 minutes, Seokjin questioned Jimin’s odd
behavior. He was quiet, he didn’t complain and actually stared straight ahead as he drove him to
his apartment. Something was completely off about Jimin, but he knew to be considerate and ask
him about it once he settled down.

The next day, was another odd occurrence as well.

Jin noticed that the first thing that Jimin did once he stepped foot in his apartment was that he
rushed to the bathroom, taking a 20 minute shower and later coming out to settle down on the
couch that Jin always dropped him on during his drunk wandering. He made a note to ask the baby-
faced boy about his unusual behavior once he gets ready for work.

Yoongi ruffled his hair and tossed his hat by the wide windows, he twisted the blinds shut and
went back to his room with a groan. His fast movements trying to catch up to Jimin combined with
the mind-blowing make out session made his head spin. Yoongi was currently drunk, he was
surprised that he even woke up in the span of time he passed out right after. All he had felt was
something soft hitting the front of his body and a pained groan beside him as the mattress lurched,
he knew he was in his room and he was fully aware that he was intoxicated at the time.

The hitman then concluded with the fact that what he had done was all in the spur of the moment,
an impulse, something he obviously doesn’t do with anyone on a normal hang out- an alcoholic
impulse. He had never made out with anyone ever since his last one night stand- to which Hoseok
had to drag Yoongi out of the club with a horny chick pitifully clinging on the hitman- which was
his 23rd birthday.

Now he was left with dwindling thoughts of contemplation of what the hell he should do next.

He knew Jimin was probably panicking outside right about now, he didn’t know how to get around
the area so he
most likely phoned a friend while he stood out there looking like the idiot he is.

An attractive idiot at that, actually.

He shook his head and was momentarily lightheaded as he fell back on his bed, now he needed
sleep and a real strong cup of coffee to survive the next morning. Although not much had even
happened, it wasn’t as wild or rowdy as his last few birthdays and he was damn sure he preferred
to end a birthday like this rather than awake next to some bimbo- who awoke looking like an
uncultured swine- with layers of makeup smudged all over their face.

With a last glance at his handheld device, his eyes automatically fell close and was already in
dreamland.

The next morning was brutal to the hungover hitman. His skull throbbed everywhere and all he
could see was a piercing beam of light as the sun filtered through the glass window in his room. He
groaned, his voice was deep and croaky from the amount of alcohol he consumed the night before.
Yoongi noticed he hadn’t changed from last night, but didn’t care as he sluggishly slid out of bed to
clean up for the morning- or afternoon as a matter of fact.

He gulped down three aspirin tablets and a glass of cold water, releasing a heavy groan right after.
Yoongi opted to take a cab to work, he knew he was late and he was damn sure Namjoon was
probably ready to give him a heavy assignment in accordance to his tardiness. He mentally face-
palmed and groaned once again, drawing the attention of the driver a little.

Once he arrived to work, he didn’t straighten his tie or shirt out of instinct, he plodded past the
automatic glass doors with a dangerous aura around him.

No one dared to mess with a tired Min Yoongi or they would be seeing the last of their days.

“Oi Min Yoongi!”

Except for this one, Jung Hoseok. Yoongi’s self-proclaimed best friend who was a ray of sunshine
and a
dangerous martial artist all at the same time. One always seemed to wonder if it was better to be
killed by the ball of energy or the lifeless marksman.

“How was your birthday? Did you get laid? Or did you ditch the bitch again?”

Yoongi gently pushed the happy-go-luck presence off of his shoulders, “Shut up. My head hurts.”

Hoseok frowned like a child, “Aw! Why won’t you tell me about that kid last night? I saw him
being taken home by someone too! He looked like a hot lay to me-”
The marksman swiftly turned on his heels and backhanded Hoseok’s forehead, the sunshine boy
exclaimed loudly as tears of shock coated his eyes.

“I said shut up, I wasn’t with anyone you idiot.”

Hoseok left it at that as he rubbed his red forehead, silently muttering complaints to him self as
they entered the elevator. The two soon stepped in their boss’s office, Namjoon was actually busy
sifting through paperwork and various electronic documents, he didn’t bother acknowledging the
two as they came in, he simply didn’t have the time to scold the two for being late. After all, his
head was still slightly pounding from the amount of partying he did during Yoongi’s birthday last
night, they technically only had day offs during birthdays and even Christmas was a bushed day for
them. Lots of people surprisingly had revenge calls during the gift-giving holiday, it shows how
dense and shallow humanity just is.

Namjoon sighed as he promptly closed the tan file folder, scanning the two grumpy hitmen with
his laser stare, “So am I right to assume the two of you had a great time?”

He didn’t wait for an answer and continued, “Now now, don’t let that dull you. Matters just arose
in hand and I intend to eradicate whoever gets in the safety of this city.”

Now that, worried the two instantaneously.

Hoseok and Yoongi quickly forgot about their small spat and listened to Namjoon intently.

“I received word from Hong Kong officials,” Namjoon raised a brow at the two, “the major drug
and trafficking ring that originated there slowly expanded to Japan, the States, and now it’s here in
South Korea. Soon they plan on illegally negotiating with Vietnam, but I intend on stopping that
before it even gets here.”

Hoseok’s eyes narrowed as he followed through, “Loan sharks, they’ve been running around here
lately.”

Yoongi nodded in confirmation as the thought of a bloodied and battered Jimin flashed in his mind,
he unconsciously clenched his fist at the memory of it.

“We have 8 months, a year if we’re lucky, to take out the major targets and messengers of this
ring.”

Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi all exchanged stern looks, the silent message among them made
Yoongi’s blood run cold.
 Eleven

“Get. Up.”

“Mm.. Don’t wanna...”

Jin rolled his eyes and snagged the blanket off Jimin, the shorter didn’t react and kept dozing off,
the elder didn’t intend on being late to work just because his best friend won’t get his ass up off his
couch.

“Jimin, really, you said you’ll go to work this week.”

The latter slowly opened his eyes, looking completely awake despite the fact that his face was still
puffy and pink from the heat he accumulated while sleeping.

Jin cracked a smile and ruffled Jimin’s bed head affectionately, “You’re extra clothes are still in
my closet, there’s a lot to pick from there.”

Jimin blinked and looked up at Jin as he sat up.

The latter hasn’t gone to work for months, he was surprised he wasn’t even fired yet, a miracle
considering that Jin or the office never notified him about his work status. So Jimin decide to keep
his word, knowing that Jin will nag him to no end if he didn’t in the first place, he trudged in Jin’s
room and opened his closet. A small division of shelves on the bottom belonged to Jimin, he
mostly stowed his plain clothes in Jin’s house just in case something happened, and it never failed
to work.

He pulled out a long sleeve white shirt and one of the many pairs of black pants, that he always
wore and never got tired of. Once he finished cleaning up for the morning, he pocketed his phone
that was charging in the kitchen and took the lunch that Jin prepared for him. The two usually
talked on their way to work, but it existed no more, as Jimin was completely washed out of his
cheery and bubbly side.

“You know, the management is going to bother you about what you’re wearing.” Jin showed his
semi-casual
outfit to the latter.

Jimin simply shrugged as he slammed the passenger door shut and walked alongside Jin, the now
familiar scent of papers and various electronics filled his senses. It had been a long while since
Jimin had last used a sketch pad and a pencil, he hadn’t drawn or written since all those years ago,
yet he didn’t miss the place a single bit.

“Jimin!”

The two turned their heads to the left, a lanky boy, he wore a plain black and white suit- which
reminded him of someone- and his shiny chocolate hair was nicely cropped over his forehead, he
appeared through the rows of various displays and ad posters. Jimin couldn’t recognize the person
for the life of him, so how did he even know him?

“Good morning Seokjin, and Jimin, it’s been so long- your hair’s different now and you’ve gotten
thinner since the last time I saw you, you’re a lot paler too, what the heck happened?”

Min Yoongi and life, that’s what happened, he thought.

Jimin blankly stared at the lanky boy and his brows knitted together in confusion, “Do I even know
you?”

He smiled giddily and it reminded him of a bunny, “I’m the supervisor around here- new one
anyways- Jeon Jungkook.”

Jimin blatantly pointed at Jungkook with humor in his eyes, “Him? Supervisor? Really?”

Seokjin gave him a pointed look at how rude he was being and nudged his hand down.

The said supervisor only shrugged, “I get that a lot don’t worry-”

“I’m not worried for that, I’m just wondering why you know me.”

Jungkook snapped his fingers and smiled sheepishly, “Yeah see, you actually trained me a few
years ago, but then you stopped contacting and going to work all of a sudden so...”

Seokjin gave him a weird look and petted the bunny kid’s cheeks lovingly, “See Jimin, look at how
much he’s grown now, isn’t he adorable?”

Jungkook gently elbowed Jin, a faint pink dusting his cheekbones, “E-Ehem- Seokjin get to work
now and show Jimin your current project so he can catch up.”

The said supervisor stalked off stiffly, clearly flattered and embarrassed by the praising right in
front of his former instructor.

The hitman cracked his fingers as he pulled a knife from his belt, flicking his arm and making it
land in a mass of battered flesh and muscles. Yoongi seemed to grin as the man yelled in agony, his
eyes were big and glassy, glazed with utter terror as he stared at the knife embedded in his thigh.

“Let me ask you again, exact address and exact location, what is it?”

The young gangster shook his head defiantly, his eyes bouncing against his dead comrades. Yoongi
loved torturing the puppies of the organization, they held up a mock face of bravery and hubris,
when in the end they cowered at gunpoint.

An experienced gangster gave their life for the organization, it seems this one was still a rookie.

“I usually don’t give mercy, but I’ll be nice today. Again, what’s the exact address and location?”

He still shook his head and yelled something in gibberish, he was talking so fast that Yoongi didn’t
bother trying to understand it, so he merely shrugged, “If that’s what you want then. I gave you the
choice and I guess you just want the hard way out, no?”

Without another word, he pulled out the knife from his thigh, ignoring his begging as he moved to
slit his throat. He swiftly backed away from the waterfall of gushing blood, nonchalantly stepping
around the bodies and wiping the his knife clean with one of the men’s jackets.

“What a damn shame, you are.” He glanced at the young gangster, slowly convulsing as the life in
his eyes faded, “You could’ve done so much more, you know that.”

It had been a while since Yoongi had ran into those, he pitied them, how one could waste their life
in something that could possibly get them killed at any time of the day or night. Yet again, he
spoke like a hypocrite, he had been in the hitman business for almost 7 years now and there hasn’t
been a time he was never close to brushing elbows with death. It was also one of the reasons why
he was generally emotionally detached, he only kept Namjoon and Hoseok close, now it was
Jimin.

That damned suicidal maniac that unlocked up his chest of emotions, ever since his appearance in
Yoongi’s life he slowly desensitized the hitman and further influenced him to, somehow,
unconsciously bond with the obnoxious son of a gun. He shook his head and left the scene,
carefully removing the gloves he wore and stuffed them in his dark trench coat. Yoongi had been
busy with assignments from Namjoon, he never even saw Hoseok in the morning, Hoseok’s
operations were a mystery to him and vice versa, it was really only Namjoon that assigned their
operations.

All he knew was that Hoseok was great at stealing identities and getting him self neck-deep in
enemy territory, escaping death as much as he did as well.

Yoongi entered his vehicle and subtly looked around, a dingy white sedan was the only other car
that screamed suspicious, he memorized the layouts of the area and all the occupants. The white
sedan had an obvious fake license plate- to which he can alert the cops if he was that much of a
prick- or just see what they had in store for him once he starts the car.

Thankfully, Yoongi was given a car that was previously impounded for obvious purposes.

He eyed the front mirror every few seconds as he slowly drove around the complex, it was a great
place to kill someone and not be seen or reported, it worked both on their favors. Yoongi stopped in
front of a foreclosed car dealership, away from the prying eyes of the apartment complexes, he
turned the car off and swiftly took out his silencer.

He carelessly stepped out the car and held the driver at gunpoint, a few meters away, it barely took
him a few seconds before two silent whiffs of air penetrated the glass. Two heads fell limp with
bullet holes between their brows, his eyes narrowed suspiciously as he quickly walked over to the
car. Just as he predicted, a third party was hiding in the back passenger seat and quickly ran to
abandon the two corpses.

“Five,” Yoongi counted, “four, three, two… and one.”

He firmly pressed the trigger and the runaway flopped and fell face first on the gravel.

Yoongi grinned and pressed the earpiece, “Operative 3B, 11 confirmed targets down, awaiting
approval.”

A static voice replied back with just as much spunk, “Operative 2C, 12 confirmed targets down,
awaiting approval.”

Back to your old games, Hoseok?

Yoongi chuckled and shook his head as Namjoon spoke, “Drop back to home base, good job, 23
confirmed bogies down. Await next orders, operatives.”

“Sir yes sir.” Yoongi and Hoseok replied in unison.

 Twelve

Yoongi rubbed his temples and sloppily pulled his glasses off his face.

The overwhelming amount of assignments had taken a toll on him, he had barely gotten past two
hours of sleep without sending another bullet to some person’s head or neck for the past month and
a half. Namjoon later told him that he’d postpone his tasks until Yoongi could feel better. Although
Namjoon was ruthless, he wasn’t inconsiderate, a good boss knows how to run their business right
and Namjoon was no less than that. So he had Yoongi handle a handful of illegal paperwork for
the meantime.

Meanwhile, Hoseok and Yoongi didn’t really get to see much of each other. They had only heard
each other over static speakers along with Namjoon during their assignments, so for now Hoseok
had taken the brunt of the tasks, to which he was actually glad to because he always complained
about how much Namjoon seemed to favor Yoongi more.

The black haired hitman mused at the thought.

Yet the only thought that was really plaguing him, was the fact that he had not seen a certain
someone since their first and last make out session. He leaned back on his lounging chair and shut
his laptop, thinking of him seemed to ease his thoughts just a little, mainly because he was the only
outlet of his life that was personally close to him.

His migraine somehow dissipated as he sped walked out of his door.

Ever since Jimin came back to work, he was yelled at by several of his workers and also some of
the senior supervisors for his lack of responsibility. The only person who had given him leeway
was Jungkook, because he somehow understood why Jimin had been gone for what seemed like
years, it’s not as if he knew his personal life, but because he understood the look in his former
mentor’s eyes as he walked past the glass doors each morning.

His eyes didn’t hold the familiar twinkle or glee in them like a couple years ago, but Jungkook
knew he couldn’t judge out of emotions and instead he judged by the amount of work he has been
putting in since the
beginning of the week.

Jimin yawned as he pulled the coffee-colored knitted cardigan around him, Jin nagged him to wear
something decent for once, it was either that or he wore the proper attire, which was a suit- nothing
too flashy- but simply for the fact that the company he worked under was well renowned for its
amazing webtoon contents, writers and artists. He was almost done for the day, as he woke up at 9
in the morning with Jin and leaving at 3 in the afternoon, an easy schedule for what was seemingly
an easy Wednesday.

Or so he thought.

Yet again, it wasn’t until someone had shown up an hour before his schedule ended, a stuttering
yet curious Jungkook personally made his way to Jimin.

“S-Someone’s here to see you, J-Jimin.”

Jimin’s eyes narrowed, only three people could possibly see him at this time. It obviously wouldn’t
be Jin because he worked even when he felt like shit that day, so obviously he was in the building,
or it was probably Yoongi- to which he ruled out already because why even remember him?

He didn’t think about the last person all too well and decided that maybe it was a police officer
finally coming to get him. Jimin took the elevator down to the first floor and made his way to the
front desk.

Boy was he wrong.

There stood Yoongi, glasses on with black frames and a golden underwire. He wore a long navy
jacket with a black turtleneck underneath and black pants.

Holy Mother of God.

If Jimin could, he’d ravage him right on the spot, but he was much too prideful for that, so instead
he glared at him in suspicion.

“Why are you stalking me? Do you like me or something?” He shot out slyly, Yoongi raised a
brow, but shook the look off.

“Glad to see your alive and I see your attitude is intact as well.” He smirked.

Jimin sucked his teeth, “What do you want, asshole?”

“Where have you been the past month and a half?”

“Why are y-”

“Has there been any suspicious activity around you?”

“Yoongi I-”

“Did you notice anyone following you every time you go to work?”

“Shut up asshole and let me fucking speak!” Jimin yelled, the people on the floor looked up at the
two of them in alert, whispers traveled immediately.

Jimin took a breath in exasperation and pulled Yoongi to go somewhere where no one pried in their
business. He pulled him outside of the entrance doors and off to the side a bit.

“Where do you get off coming back here after insulting me? And why the hell are you acting like
you care?” Jimin left out what happened after he had insulted him for obvious reasons, but Yoongi
had none of that.

The hitman scoffed, “And where do you get off acting like you didn’t enjoy it? You obviously
need the care, Park Jimin.”

Jimin’s cheeks blushed in fury, “You’re such a- ugh!”

The hitman chuckled as he stepped closer to the younger, “I’m a, what?”

The vicinity made Jimin’s mouth dry, it was then he noticed that he wasn’t holding Yoongi’s wrist
anymore, rather Yoongi was holding his arm and exerting gentle pressure to assert his stance, Jimin
licked his dry lips and tried not to look away from his intense gaze.

“Answer me Park Jimin, what am I to you?”

He’s going to kiss me. No he’s not!

He’s going to kiss me. No he’s not!

He’s going to kiss me. Get away!

Jimin turned away and slipped off his grip, he turned away and rushed back in the building without
another glance.

“I-I’m at work stop distracting me!”

“I’ll pick you up later!”Yoongi grinned like an idiot and laughed, “Oh the things you do, Park
Jimin.”

The flustered Jimin patted his warm cheeks in an attempt to get rid of the flushing, but it only made
them more obvious.

“Oi Jimin! Pssst!” He heard a whisper somewhere beside him and there a serious Jin poked his
head out the restroom hall, he bent his finger and motioned over with a raised brow.

“Who was that and why was he so damn close to you?”

A part of Jin wanted to yell at him for having some type of relationship with someone after his
previous one, and the other was to cheer him and say that he was doing a great job of getting out of
his depression and suicidal tendencies.

“It was just some person- some weirdo who decided to stalk me.”

“How long?”

The latter rolled his eyes, “Only for a few days-”

“With the way you addressed him, that sounded way more than a few days.” Jin shot back cleverly,
Jimin gave him a nasty look, “You guys seemed… close, no?”

Jimin’s lip twitched as he grabbed for something around him, his hands found purchase on his
cellular device- which was encased in a protective case- and chucked it at him with no regard as to
how painful it could be. Jin yelled in shock and ducked towards the wall, with that, Jimin strode
towards where his phone landed and walked away, leaving his poor best friend wondering as to
what triggered such a violent behavior.

“Good Lord, at least my beautiful face has been saved.” Jin recomposed him self and straightened
his suit, holding his chin up confidently as he coolly walked towards the elevator.

An hour elapsed and Jimin waited for 15 minutes to pass before he left the building, he could
already see the beginnings of the twilight dusting the clouds outside the windows. He recalled
what Yoongi said when he almost ran back in the building.

“I’ll pick you up later!”

Jimin figured, if he stalled inside the building for a little while, maybe then Yoongi would think
someone had already brought him home. He poked his head out of the restroom hall, looking out
for the onyx-haired hitman or a familiar black shiny car he had rode in a couple of times.
“-What the heck are you doing?” Jimin jumped and instinctively swung at the source of the voice.

He found his best friend stepping back just in time to avoid Jimin’s flying fist, “Yosh! What is your
fucking problem Seokjin?!”

Jin scoffed and pulled his arm forcefully, “Stop hiding like a child, I want to go home after all this
stress and your foolishness!”

Jimin found that he had no say against a stressed out Jin and tried to drag himself back from his
grip as they exited the building, “Seokjin, wait!”

He only ever called him by his full name if it was serious.

The elder said nothing as they were already on their way to the parking lot.

Jimin hoped to God that a certain someone had left, but again, he was wrong of course.

“Park Jimin!”

That deep raspy voice called out to him once again, Jin stopped and turned around as Jimin did,
curious as to who was calling his friend’s name. Jimin’s face unconsciously warmed at the sight of
him, he didn’t wear his jacket this time around and it was only the matching black turtleneck and
pants.

Jimin swallowed nervously.

“Excuse me, but who are you?” Jin questioned in a rather hostile manner, but it was laced with
insatiable curiosity just as much.

The hitman fixed his glasses and eyed Jimin, he couldn’t decipher his mysterious gaze as he locked
eyes with the one and only Yoongi. He couldn’t deny how the hitman unconsciously dazzled him
with his lax and bold mannerisms, it drove him nuts to no end and he wondered why he hadn’t
contemplated using his kitchen knives to stab himself when he had the chance to.

Yoongi gently, but firmly, grabbed his forearm, “You’re not safe out here, let’s go.”

Jin shook his head stubbornly and pulled Jimin in his protective embrace, as if Jimin was his real
son, “And how could he not be safe with me out of all people, sir? I would like you to please walk
away before I do something you might regret-”

“And what might that be?” Yoongi challenged, his stare was deathly and blank, it sent chills down
Jimin’s spine.

Jin seemed to splutter, trying to think of a wise comeback, but ultimately failed. Yoongi clicked his
teeth and held fast on Jimin as he pulled him out of Jin’s embrace, he was peeved at the fact that
Jimin didn’t care for the close skinship the other ensued, yet immediately turned away from him
whenever he got just an inch or two from making contact.

“You’re with me Jimin.” He ignored Jimin’s protest as he tried to pull out of his grip, but it was no
use as he was already walking towards the opposite direction.

Jin blinked at the odd turn of events, a stranger, a very intimidating one, had just wrenched Jimin
out of his grip and made him look stupid. As he watched Jimin complain towards the enigmatic
stranger, the said person slightly tilted his head back and gave him a look, a look that was glazed
with hostility and possession, he said something and Jin read his lips. No sooner had the two sped
off in a fancy black car.

“Back off.” He had mouthed to Jin.

 Thirteen

Jimin realized that nothing was going to dissuade the hitman from his decision.

So he sat quietly in the car and stared straight ahead, being the stubborn and temperamental person
he is, tightly clutching onto his miniature drawing tablet and files.

Yoongi looked over to him as he pushed the keys in, but not before reaching over and taking his
time to secure the seat belt over Jimin. He noticed how his breathing stuttered when he leaned
close, he inwardly grinned at the effect he had on Jimin.

“You’re such a pain in the ass.” Jimin quipped.

“Same to you.”

“I wouldn’t be if you didn’t drag me around so much, now would I?” Jimin shot back.

Yoongi shrugged, “Your suicidal tendencies would be a pain in the ass even so.”

The younger said nothing at this as he drove away from his work place and to his metropolitan
condo.

Once Yoongi parked inside the enclosed garage, he glanced at Jimin, noticing that he decided to
move on his own this time. He trailed after Yoongi as they weaved around the cars and towards the
elevator, leading to the main hall. The silence between them felt icy to Jimin, but seemingly
comfortable to Yoongi as he walked in his usual lax manner, down the hall and into his room.

“Make yourself comfortable, you can use the bathroom for now, I haven’t really been going
anywhere lately.”

He nodded and immediately disappeared from sight, into his bedroom and took the towel he
previously used, when he was here a month and a half ago. The dresser of clothes that Yoongi had
given him remained untouched, truthful to the fact the Yoongi indeed didn’t wear those clothes
anymore, so it probably just sat there for emergency cases.

He quickly locked the bathroom door and set the water, then quietly stripped of his clothes and
hopped in.

Once finished he dried his hair messily and stared at his reflection in the mirror, his face was
plump and lightly flushed from the hot shower, he looked around for any other cleaning necessities
and found a bottle of lotion by the sink, lathering it generously on him. He pulled the sleeveless
shirt over his head, then proceeded with the boxers and the gray shorts. Jimin hung the towel on
the rack and stepped out of the bathroom, he couldn’t figure out what he wanted to do next.

So he decided to work on his current project with Jin, he only had a few slides to work on and the
deadline wasn’t until three weeks from now. Jimin figured that he could get it finished while he
was basically forced to stay here, he dug in his hoodie pocket for his black rimmed glasses and put
them on. Then carried his tablet and papers out to the lounge, his eyes subtly trailed towards the
back of Yoongi’s head, he was still and his head was slightly tilted to the side.

Jimin shrugged and concluded that the hitman had fallen asleep and decided to work on the small
kitchen table, he had just enough room to spread his things out and use the tablet. With that, he
turned it on and left off on his last drawing. The drawing of the small brown puppy was finished
and he only had a few more scenes to sketch and finalize, while Jin worked on the script and story
line. He cracked his fingers and neck as he took the stylus and commenced his work.

Yoongi’s eyes slowly opened, silence pierced his ear drums, the shower wasn’t running anymore
and movement in the condo ceased. His laptop went on sleep mode, to which he realized that he
had actually fallen asleep while reading through the illegal transactions and messages that
Namjoon had sent to him, this would determine their next task and targets.

He turned his head towards the window and saw that the sky was already a calming deep blue, he
quietly yawned and stretched out. The first thing he saw when he stood up was a person had settled
on his kitchen table, a tablet of some sort was propped up a little and papers were splayed out all
around it. A bare arm lay on top of the papers with a tuft of shiny silver locks on it, he smiled
unconsciously.

Jimin had fallen asleep to whatever he was doing as well.

He quietly padded over to the kitchen and curiously looked at the papers filled with words
everywhere, markings of all sorts of colored pens and sticky notes here and there, a pair of glasses
sat by the tablet as well. Yoongi leaned over Jimin’s shoulder, settling his palms on the table and
the back of Jimin’s chair, and took a good look at the screen, it was web comic, almost fully
colored. He noticed the dog on the second panel, it looked somber almost, as it stared out into the
alley under the shadows, its head resting on top of its paws. The sky was dull and overcast, as the
drawing of flitting cars went next, he swiped upwards and looked at the rest of the comic.

On the next page, the dog was soaked, fur matted from the battering rain as it held its head down,
its floppy ears held no expression much like its gaze as it walked towards the busy road. The next
panel was unfinished, but an uncolored outline of the dog sat in the middle of the street as
headlights flashed on it, the rest wasn’t drawn yet.

Yoongi looked away, his expression gave nothing away as he looked at the sleeping Jimin below
him. His lips were slightly parted as he softly breathed, he noticed that Jimin’s facial features were
always slightly swollen and flushed whenever he was asleep. He remembered the first time he had
seen Jimin, tightly and messily wrapped in a sleeping bag, his skin at the time was sickly pale and
dark rings sat under his closed eyes, his lips were dry and chapped.

Now, he looked way healthier- still slightly tired of course- but his skin was a healthy light tan and
his lips, well.

His lips were pink and plump, it looked very inviting and soft to the touch.

Yoongi sighed and wretched his eyes away from Jimin, roughly running a hand through his messy
black hair and moving away from Jimin in slight worry for the temptation emanating from his
sleeping form.

“When was I ever cornily gay? I swear...” Yoongi mumbled to himself and felt the overwhelming
urge to slap his face.

Jimin slightly stirred as papers shuffled under his nicely toned arms, he mumbled something
incoherently and gradually blinked awake. Yoongi observed from the side as Jimin sat up and
twisted his neck, a satisfying pop making him sigh in relief.

“What time…?” He whispered groggily and looked at Yoongi with half-lidded eyes.
Yoongi swallowed and glanced at the clock, over the flat screen in his lounging area, “7 in the
evening.”

Jimin nodded and yawned, releasing a sound that somewhat resembled a waking puppy, how cute,
he thought.

“How long do I have to be here anyway?” He suddenly asked.

Yoongi looked off and thought for a few seconds, how long should he stay indeed? He sifted
through the scenarios playing out in his head and came to conclusion, that because of the recent
spread of the drug and loan shark ring among the less populated areas, he’d have to get Jimin to
stay in here indefinitely. Unless the influence of the ring somehow backs off, to which he wants but
doesn’t want to happen at the same time, because it meant that he wouldn’t see Jimin in months- or
even years- right after.

Yet Yoongi doesn’t admit this, he can’t deny that his social life now involved Jimin- it was
actually slowly becoming Jimin-centric if anything- he didn’t want to give the younger the
satisfaction of being somehow essential to Yoongi’s life outside of work.

“I can’t really-” Yoongi looked up as he heard his door knob jiggle and open.

“Min Yoongi! I bought you some Ch- Well hello, did I interrupt something?” A casually dressed
Hoseok looked at the two back and forth in confirmation.

Jimin and Yoongi traded looks, Yoongi was closely leaning over Jimin and the latter was slightly
looking up at him with eyes that was still coated in sleep. It probably looked suggestive to Hoseok
in all sorts of ways. The two immediately separated and Jimin aggressively shoved his glasses on
and stared at the papers around him.

“Not at all Hobi,” He gestured towards the Chinese takeout that he held, “you can put those on the
counter.”

Hoseok nodded and b-lined towards the chair across Jimin, Jimin froze for a second as his gaze
flashed up to the stranger who’s eyes glinted when it made contact with his.

“Uh. What?”

Hoseok smiled, not the cheery sunshine smile, but a smile that sent warning bells in Yoongi’s head
that he tried to ignore.

“I haven’t seen you around here, are you by any chance with Yoongi?”

Jimin looked sideways and warily avoided his steady gaze, “I guess I am…? Where else would I
be?”

Hoseok’s eyebrows rose a little and Jimin’s eyes widened at this, “No! Not like that!”

The stranger’s odd smile returned again, “Ah ok. I’m Hoseok by the way- you’re one and only
sunshine- and you?”

Jimin’s brows knitted together in confusion, meanwhile Yoongi gave Hoseok a dead stare, if he
knew any better then Hoseok was probably trying to appeal towards Jimin and Yoongi was having
none of that.

“Park Jimin.”
Yoongi reached over to flick Hoseok’s exposed forehead, he flinched and his backwards snapback
almost slipped off.

“What gives bro?!” Hoseok whined and looked at the elder crossly.

The hitman pursed his lips, “Knock it off, if you have nothing else to do, go home.”

“But what if I wanna eat some Chinese takeout with you guys?!”

“You said you specifically bought those for me.”

Hoseok sighed and leaned back, crossing his arms like the stubborn child he is, “What about you,
Jimin? Can I eat here with you?”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, not missing the fact that he specifically addressed Jimin, what would he say
anyways? Jimin didn’t own the condo and he sure as hell didn’t pass him any rights to let anyone
even eat over. Jimin shrugged and shortly glanced at Yoongi, he returned his attention back to the
tablet until his stomach growled. The latter sighed, embarrassed, as Hoseok chuckled at him.

“See? His stomach agrees with me!”

 Fourteen
Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

“-but”

“Goodbye!”

“Wait I haven’t-”

“Have a great night Hobi.” Yoongi grinned exaggeratedly and slammed his door shut on the poor
boy’s face.

Meanwhile, Jimin was still content slurping on the egg noodle soup that Hoseok had ordered, but
upon seeing how Jimin’s eyes glazed at the sight of it he happily gave it away with an ear-to-ear
smile, something very un-Hoseok-like. He cracked his fingers out of habit and made his way to the
kitchen, deciding to clean up the empty plastic containers all over the table. Jimin had moved his
drawing tablet and stacked the papers on his counter, for fear of getting food spilled on his
partner’s ‘work of art’.

As he tossed out the containers, he glanced at Jimin from time to time, watching how he carefully
savored the tall container of noodles. It was slightly steaming and it created a shiny sheen over his
lips, cheeks and nose, which was also dusted with a light blush as he swallowed and chewed the
hot soup. After he finished, Jimin stood up to toss the wooden chopsticks and container away, then
instinctively opened a random cupboard to find a glass cup.

It was then he realized that this wasn’t his apartment and that it was actually Yoongi’s condo.

The hitman noticed his confusion and opened a smaller one above it, grabbing one for him self as
well. Jimin muttered a low thanks and silently shuffled over to the fridge, then staring at the water
dispenser built in the fridge door. His fridge was definitely not fancy like that, even Jin who made a
decent amount of money didn’t bother buying fancy fridges, saying that it was a waste of money
and a work of laziness.

“Why can’t you just use a pitcher with water? It’s the same difference, except you have to have a
fancy water hookup.” He recalled Jin saying that.

So he stared at the dispenser for a minute before quickly figuring it out, his hand hovered over the
water icon and it responded with a short beep, then he pressed the cup in and it gradually filled
with cold water.

Unknown to him, Yoongi watched him as he figured out the simple machinery, the younger
unconsciously smiled to himself as he succeeded. The hitman sighed and ensured that the kitchen
was clean, then walked off to retrieve his laptop and put his glasses on.

“I’ll leave some pillows and blankets on the couch.” Jimin nodded as he gulped the water down
and shut his tablet off for the day.

He felt tired after waking up early this morning and his wrists and eyes hurt from the continuous
use of the tablet and constant shuffling of papers and proofreading it, he decided that it was his
time to get some shut eye while Yoongi stayed up to do his own thing.
True to his word, Yoongi did leave a few blankets and pillows on the couch, Jimin quickly set it up
and snuggled comfortably under plush blanket. He pulled it up past his nose out of instinct, it
reminded him of how his former fiancee used to tuck him in despite his complaints. The boy would
insist on tucking him in first then worked on his files for a while, then later buried himself under
the blankets and pulled Jimin flush on his body, the warmth he emanated around him was lovely.

Was.

‘I love you, Jimin.’ He’d whisper to his ear every night.

Jimin cursed at the memory and firmly shut his eyes in an attempt to fall asleep. The condo had
gone completely silent, a silence that didn’t unsettle him, but rather tried to comfort him somehow.
He kept turning and twisting under the blankets, not finding a single comfy position on the
luxurious, energy-sapping couch. Jimin groaned silently and poked his hand out from under the
blanket and felt for his phone on the coffee table, he pressed the button and was shocked to see that
it was 2 in the morning.

I’ve really been awake that long?

Jimin groaned- again- and stubbornly shoved the blankets off, not caring if his hair was a bird’s
nest as he sat up with no intention to sleep. He exhaled loudly and slowly stood up, the rush of
cold air meeting his warmed skin caused goosebumps along his arms and shoulders. Jimin looked
around the moonlit lounge and his eyes settled on the wide window on his left, he silently walked
over and sat cross-legged, parting the curtains to observe the somehow still, but bustling street
below. The pitch black sky was peaceful and the moon emanated a calm blue blanket of light over
the buildings. He stared at the moving cars below with nothing particularly in mind.

“Can’t sleep?”

He slowly tilted his head back and saw that Yoongi was also wide awake, his black hair was messy
and his clothes slightly wrinkled. He held the same glass cup from earlier, except it wasn’t filled
with water and his other hand was occupied by a stubby, rectangular glass bottle with the same
contents.

“Drink?” Yoongi raised a brow at him.

Jimin shrugged and turned back around, the hitman took the glass on the coffee table and filled it
with the whiskey he held, then sat next to Jimin in the same fashion and placed his glass in front of
his legs. Yoongi slowly drank from his cup, already a bit buzzed as he then laid down on the
carpeted floor.

Jimin stared off and Yoongi cracked an eye open, “What’s keeping you up?”

The younger’s eyes slightly faltered as his chest slowly rose and fell, “Will you judge me if I said
I’m gay?”

Yoongi shrugged, “Eh. Doesn’t bother me.”

Jimin couldn’t bring himself to look at the hitman, the recent thoughts of his ex-lover had been
coming back to
him lately and he hated it to bits. If given the chance he’d grab his ex-lover’s hair and give him a
healthy jab on the nose, he’d love to see his face busted up in various ways, but he still couldn’t
deny the inkling of feelings he still held for the horrible human. It disgusted him.

Jimin impulsively picked up the offered whiskey and downed it in a couple seconds, giving him
self a few more helpings to numb him.

“I was engaged a few years ago.” Jimin began quietly, Yoongi had to focus because of how quiet
his voice suddenly became.

“He… He proposed to me on our 4th Anniversary,” His voice quivered the slightest bit, “and we
were set to get married on our 5th...”

Jimin was slowly nodding off, the alcohol was definitely affecting him and he couldn't help but let
the feeling of betrayal and rage surface.

Yoongi sensed the apprehension in his tone, how his voice cracked into air, he suddenly looked
frail as he tensed and picked his fingers. He swallowed slowly as his eyes darted across his lap
several times, Yoongi’s hands itched to somehow comfort him, but he decided that the now fragile
child beside him, needed space.

“You don’t have to continue if you can’t. Tell me when you feel comfortable.”

It was then Yoongi realized how odd this situation was, how had the two even created a bond?
What would have happened if he had silenced Jimin, the second he had set his eyes on the former
thin and pale boy all those months ago? He found that he was somehow eager, eager to what?
Maybe he was eager to let the boy know how precious and fleeting life was, that the reason he
didn’t shoot him despite his downfalls, was because he wanted him to live a good life after his
emotional suffering. The average person usually got over a relationship mess like this in a month or
two, but not Park Jimin.

And it was because he was Park Jimin.

Park Jimin was actually an emotional individual amongst the thick forest of razor sharp thorns he
had grown around his feelings, that he deeply cared for the well being of the close figures in his
life. But then his affection and care had been taken for granted on that day.

“H-He said that ‘This relationship is a lie’ that ‘It’s all just for fun and a distraction for the
important things’ that ‘I never cared for you anyways’ and that his love for me was all ‘just
fabricated and meant nothing to him’” Jimin continued somehow, “Can you… Can you believe
that? Can you believe that he said all that, after 5 years?… 5 y-years? Of- of…”

Jimin kept on rambling as he described all the things he’d been told the day of their marriage,
Yoongi listened as his voice rose little by little, his trembling intensified as it traveled from his
hands to his whole body, how his beautiful face was now stained with hot tears, how his cheeks
were flushed in anger and grief, how his eyes glistened with overflowing tears in contrast with the
calm moonlight.

And so Yoongi held him without hesitation.

He moved behind him a little and wrapped him in his arms, gently wiping the tears that flowed
infinitely. Yoongi refrained from holding him too tight, as if he’d somehow shatter in his embrace,
it worried him. The hitman caressed his silver hair and gently laid his head on his shoulder, Jimin
sobbed and trembled quietly as he tightly clenched his fingers on the sides of Yoongi’s shirt. He
gasped from time to time and inhaled sharply as he stifled the urge to make any indication of his
crying, to which was useless because he was already soaking his shoulder with his tears.

Yoongi mumbled in Jimin’s ear to tell him that it’s alright to cry, that it’s alright to remember
sometimes, that it’s alright to seek comfort, that it’s alright to stop pretending to be strong all the
 time.

“I… I h-hate him… s-so much. I-I hate him… I hate...”

The hitman wiped off the remaining tears on his cheeks and jaw, not minding his damp shoulder
the least bit. Jimin’s breathing softened into a few quick gasps, he was falling asleep.

“Park Jimin.”

He slightly adjusted his head, “Hm…?”

“I’ll be here. It’s ok, I’ll be here with you. We’ll sit here by the window early morning, whenever
you want, and we’ll sit here and drink whiskey, talk, cry, or probably make out if you want. Then
you can lean on me and I’ll sit here till you fall asleep, right?”

Jimin barely moved his head in a nod and fully leaned in Yoongi’s hold, his eyes felt heavy and
puffy as he slowly succumbed into a real sleep for the first time in years.

He smiled.

Chapter End Notes

a/n:

i feel accomplished somehow, but i have to end the binge posting for now.

it's almost 1am right now and for some odd reason my right nostril is stuffed and my
eyes are tearing up nonstop so-

good night and do tell me what you think :)

 Fifteen

His pillow was insanely comfortable.

It provided him the warmth that he needed as he buried his face in it and hummed happily.

Except it wasn’t the usual super soft, memory foam pillow, it was a rather firm one and had the
odd feeling of different fabrics and skin. It also breathed steadily and pulled him closer, if it was
even possible. He was settled under a comforter, so Jimin assumed that Yoongi took him to his
room instead of placing him on the couch.

The said pillow lightly traced random patterns on his back and kept him wrapped in warm arms.

“You’re awake… I see.” Jimin’s stomach did things in reaction to his exceptionally deeper and
raspier morning voice.

Yoongi inhaled and turned his head the other direction to yawn, but instead of stretching his limbs
out like he does every morning, he gets comfortable and buries himself in Jimin’s arms as he
wrapped his own around the younger boy’s waist. Again, Jimin’s stomach does this funny thing
where it flips and his breath hitched at the intimate gesture on Yoongi’s part.

Even Jin, never snuggled with him like this, it was exactly the same on a physical level, but not in
terms of intimacy and emotional commitment. It made Jimin just a little bit uncomfortable, as he
recalled the last time a person had ever been this close to him emotionally and physically. He
visibly tensed and Yoongi sighed quietly, knowing exactly why, he reluctantly unwrapped his hold
and moved backwards at a safer distance.

‘I will never let go of you, Jimin.’

“Park Jimin.” Jimin immediately looked at the half-asleep Yoongi, “Stop. I hate seeing that face.”

His eyes were blank, no, they held something in them that Jimin couldn’t decipher. Jimin left it at
that and looked down at his bare arms instead, he didn’t feel quite comfortable having his thoughts
exposed to the hitman, as if he read him like an open book. He didn’t like it at all.

As much as Yoongi wanted to stare at Jimin’s puffy morning face, he shortly exhaled and sat up,
gently sliding off the warmth of the sheets and placed the comforter on Jimin again.

“Get ready, I have to take you to work today.”

With that, Yoongi trudged out the room, mumbling something about coffee.

Jimin groaned and turned on his stomach, burying his face on a pillow, he didn’t want to go to
work and nor did he want to stay in the condo. He missed his dreary apartment somehow, although
it held no sentimental value, as he recalled the last time he had been there he was on the brink of
death- were it not for Yoongi’s arrival- maybe the hitman did make a good point about letting him
stay here, yet again why would he care for Jimin anyway?

He whined lowly and regrettably pushed the covers off of him.

Jimin yawned as he slipped on his socks, stumbling a little as he stood up a little too quick, he
pushed his feet in his sneakers. Meanwhile, Yoongi had already gotten ready a little over half an
hour ago and was fully alert as he stood by the counter, sipping on his steaming mug of coffee.
Jimin took his tablet and papers, then placed it by the door, he put on his glasses and slowly
adjusted to them. The hitman was now inspecting the gun by his holster, Jimin’s fingers twitched,
the urge to grab it from his side slowly bubbled up.

He had nearly forgotten, that the reason why he was still living and breathing was because of him.
Not because of how he felt, but because the other had stopped him, told him that he was pitiful and
needed to live. The question was, why?

Jimin pondered over this realization as Yoongi drove him to work, thankfully it was 12:30 in the
afternoon, he didn’t feel like forcing himself to function so early in the morning after the small
breakdown last night. If anything, he would’ve felt like total shit were it not for Yoongi forcing
him to wake up after much loafing around.

“Get your ass up and get ready for work, idiot.” Jimin had rolled his eyes when Yoongi snagged
the blankets off him.

He was so deep into his thoughts, that he didn’t feel the car stop a few feet away from the entrance,
the hitman snapped his fingers in his face and Jimin blinked rapidly.

“What?”

“You’re here idiot.” Yoongi chuckled, he stepped out of the car and went around to open Jimin’s
side.

The younger gave him an odd look as he awkwardly stepped out, in front on Yoongi, he shut the
door and didn’t move from his position.

“Uh… Yoongi?” He gently set his things down on the car’s roof.

The hitman’s lips quirked up in a small grin, “What? No ‘see you later’ kiss for me?”

Jimin was aware on how Yoongi leaned on the car, and trapped him from moving away, “What do
you think we are?” He scoffed, but his fidgeting with his hoodie sleeves gave it away.

Yoongi raised a curious brow, “So you’re gonna act like you weren’t just in my arms last night?”

Jimin’s lips molded into a flat line as he briefly glared at him, “I was drinking.”

“You took my offer to drink, no?”

Jimin tried to walk away, but failed when Yoongi used both of his arms to lean even closer, “Min
Yoongi, I was a little drunk and plus I’ll be late!”

“The drunk mind speaks a sober heart.” Yoongi playfully pecked his lips, Jimin’s cheeks became a
blushing mess.

Jimin was now tempted, he licked his lips hesitantly.

I can’t stand you Min Yoongi. I swear.

He shuffled on his heels and toes a little, looked around warily then grabbed Yoongi’s face and
smashed his lips on his, a bit too desperately. Yoongi groaned lowly and held his waist close, he
could feel the heat rising from Jimin and couldn’t help but smirk to himself, he responded with just
as much rush and intensity, but before it could get any more heated, the hitman parted and placed
another peck on his lips. Yoongi stood back in his usual lax stature, then gave Jimin his papers and
tablet, his eyes glinted in confusion as he shakily held on his things.

“W-What the heck Yoongi?!”

The hitman shrugged as if nothing happened not even a minute ago, “You’ll be late.”

“B-but you-”

Yoongi waved him off teasingly and began to round his way to the driver’s side, but not before
landing a hand on Jimin’s ass. Jimin yelled something incoherently as his face was now a fiery
complexion, his eyes glazed over in irritation. The hitman only smirked at his face as he buckled
himself in the car, he lowered the window a little and sent Jimin a playful wink as he drove off.

Ugh I can’t believe you!

He stomped like a child throwing a tantrum and failed to notice the person- no- people who
became his audience. A palm made harsh contact with the back of his head, Jimin would’ve hit the
person back were it not for the things in his hand, but then quickly turned around to realize that it
was Jin- of all people.

“Jin what the-”

“Don’t ‘what the fuck’ me! You have a lot to explain today mister!” Jin actually cursed, which
happened once in a blue moon.

The writer-slash-artist only ever cursed if he was driven to the brink of madness, spontaneously
drunk or if he didn’t know about something very important to him. Jimin knew he was in for
trouble, he never did like it whenever Jin was somehow genuinely upset, it sent chills up his spine.

That same day, Jin declared that he’d be taking him home for the day and pretty much glared poor
Supervisor Jeon down to change his schedule, which meant that Yoongi would not pick him up at 8
in the evening. He couldn’t tell which was worse, survive Jin’s sporadic tantrum or deal with a
passive and confusing Yoongi. Jimin knew he didn’t have the choice to get away from Jin’s
lectures even when given the chance, he sighed at this as his indignant best friend, marched
towards him and pretty much dragged the shorter to his car without saying a single word.

It was like getting caught stealing a cookie with a stern mother.

Which was actually quite accurate, save for the fact that he was forced to steal the cookie, rather
than doing it on his own will.

Once Jin had parked his car by the curb, he eyed Jimin carefully and the latter only shrugged, he
simply didn’t like the fact that Jin was being a stickler with his personal life all of a sudden, he
knew about the incident a few years ago and vowed to never let Jimin fall into another trap like
that. The younger tailed the now muttering Jin, he knew that he could only be so mad at his best
friend and Jimin fully enjoyed that privilege because he could always get away with his stupidity
unscathed.

The older disappeared somewhere in his room or maybe his bathroom, so Jimin took this as a
chance to swiftly slip out of the front door that Jin left ajar. It was oddly stupid of him and Jimin
could only grin as he ran down the street, he knew Jin wasn’t exactly the athletic type and didn’t
stand an endurance race with him. He had seen the roads and turns to his house so often, that he
knew all the little alleys and areas that Jin couldn’t find him at, and the turns to get home.
His phone vibrated in his pocket and he immediately knew that it was Jin, thankfully it was always
set on vibrate so his presence wasn’t broadcasted to the whole neighborhood. Jimin was panting by
the time he had arrived at his apartment complex, he went through the back alleys and had to take
the metal ladders and stairs to get to his room.

“Idiot, because I need to get the collectors off your ass.” He recalled Yoongi telling him this a
couple months ago.

But he could care less at the moment as he drew his hood up.

Jimin momentarily bounded towards the dimly lit street and looked at which window belonged to
his, before he could start for the rusted ladders he heard the loose gravel move somewhere beside
him. A raccoon, no doubt, but he couldn’t dispel the growing paranoia running in his veins as he
stared into the inky blackness around him. His hands shook from the growing fear and adrenaline
then he yelled out bravely- or stupidly- whichever seemed fit in with the movie-esque situation.

“Yah! Stop fucking around and come out you bastard!” He wanted it to be some old drunk, so he
was ready to bolt, but what he hadn’t expected was a masked figure holding something shiny and
polished in his gloved hand.

The masked man tilted his head and he spoke, “Affirmative operative, unmarked birdie has entered
my territory, do you have any intel?”

Jimin’s eyes widened as he instinctively drew his hood closer, he now understood the real threat
that Yoongi had warned him about.

“No no no! I’m not unmarked or anything- I’m just trying to get home look!” Jimin didn’t move
his eyes as he pointed at the window, “Apartment 13th, the 9th floor!”

The masked figure stood unresponsive, his polished gun was held up towards Jimin and he knew
that it was hopeless to convince him, and so he took off his hood and held his hands up. He was no
longer panting and realized that this was the third time he was held at gunpoint, he knew Yoongi
wasn’t going to miraculously save him, the situation was much too irrelevant for him to be in.

Jimin felt the familiar thrill in his veins run as he could almost feel the bullet pushing past his skull
and into his brain, he knew that the killer was smart, if Jimin was a threat he would shoot him
point blank. So he slowly kept his eye on the gun as he leaned forward and let the cool barrel carve
a perfect circle on his forehead.

“Finally. Now that stupid hitman can stop babysitting me.” Jimin laughed as he pressed the barrel
harder on his forehead, “Fucking shoot me dammit!”

Barely a second passed, but it felt like the slowest second in his life. The masked figure tilted their
head a little and he could feel the icy hot sensation burn in his forehead as his vision cut off. 
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Yoongi cursed, loudly and in an untamed manner.

Jimin was nowhere to be found and so was his other coworker- who so bravely tried to keep him
from Yoongi that one day- it had been a 2 weeks and a half now and he has already scoured all the
possible places where Jimin could possibly go. The hitman cursed again, if he had been killed he
would hunt down the murderers till the world ended, he had barely gotten his files fully assessed
for a while now and all he could think was about what piece of shit would be stupid enough to get
under his skin.

Although a straightforward individual, Yoongi was by no means short-tempered, time and

experience taught him that much and it was his greatest weapon other than his eyes, gun and
hands. The hitman unconsciously kept adjusting the handgun in his side holster, he was fully suited
for an assignment and no less, he was more than ready to hunt down the unfortunate person who
doomed themselves.

His phone that held over a 100 missed pick-ups from Jimin rung, he picked it up without thinking
and was confused to hear the familiar tenor of his boss’s voice, he didn’t sound the least bit happy.

“Explain, Min Yoongi.”

The silver-haired boy picked his fingers as the scary man seemed to skin him alive behind his
desk, from time to time he adjusted his uncomfortable posture on the cushioned chair. He sighed
silently to him self as he waited, the man had told him to wait for his ‘guardian’, to which Jimin
argued that he was already 21 and a full grown man, who definitely did not need to wait for a
guardian.

Yet the glaring man was ready, he countered him with the stupidity he committed for the past few
years and it deeply reminded him of how desperate he was to kill himself on so many occasions, he
still wanted to, but a certain hitman held him back.

“You are obviously not capable of making your own rational decisions, you are impulsive and
need help from a rehabilitation center. Therefore your closest direct relative, who happens to be
your coworker will decide from here.”

He waited an excruciating 30-something more minutes until a knock made him look back at the
door.

“What is this about Park Ji-” Seokjin was slightly pink and furious, he stared at the scary man
behind the desk in… awe?

Jimin couldn’t quite understand why the two had an intense staring contest, Jin was the first to look
away, he cleared his throat and Jimin couldn’t help but chuckle, Jin never backs down from a
direct challenge like that. Jimin’s eyes followed Jin’s stiff- but composed- figure take seat on the
chair beside him. The tips of his ears were a bright red as he met the eyes of the man behind the
desk.

“I-I am Kim Seokjin, Jimin’s coworker, it’s nice to meet you.” He sheepishly stuck his hand out,
Jimin carefully watched the two’s interactions.

The scary man behind the desk didn’t even manage a smile and slightly nodded as he eyed Jin’s
slightly flushed features, “My pleasure, Kim Namjoon.”

Huh. It seems the two are made for each other. Jimin chuckled to himself.

I understand that my best friend has issues,” Jin spoke, “but regarding that, I don’t think it’s fair for
me to choose what should be done with him a-and nor do you have any rights in it.”

Kim Namjoon clasped his fingers together and leaned forward on the desk, “With all do respect, he
has been reported a total of 257 times of destruction of peace, 44 times reported for indirect causes
of borderline fatal accidents including citizens and 93 times reported for attempting to commit
suicide. I’m surprised he managed to retain such a record without being detained or forced in a
rehabilitation center within a span of 3 and a half years, or time in jail as a matter of fact, do you
not agree?”

Jin’s brows furrowed crossly as the two began another intense stare-down, “Statistics don’t run
what happens to the human mind and body sir.”

“Yes, but I am what runs this domain and statistics. The average citizen does not think of who the
person is for their life, but for their actions, he should have thought of his mannerisms thoroughly
before endangering himself and those around him for selfish reasons. Emotions do not play well
with the world of justice and security Mr. Kim.”

Jimin rolled his eyes and Namjoon seemed to glare at him, he made a face back.

Jin cleared his throat, “Then what? Condemn Jimin against his own will? Forcing them will only
bring more pain and confusion, he will resist harshly and being his best friend and coworker I
would know what he is like.”

“Then what do you suggest, as his best friend and coworker?” Namjoon questioned.

This left Jin speechless, what could he suggest? He knew Jimin would most likely run away from
him again and he most definitely knew of the other entity who also looked out for him, who also
vilely resisted with his stubbornness. He was left conflicted in his thoughts and burned under the
inspecting gaze of Namjoon.

“Is there a bathroom here?” Jimin piped eagerly.

Namjoon nodded, “Right hallway then go left, second door on your left.”

Jimin stood up to, unfortunately or fortunately, leave the heated two at their conversation. It was
obvious Jimin had no say in the situation, so he might as well go somewhere for the meantime. He
followed Namjoon’s directions and found himself staring at the same elevator he came through this
morning, quietly striding over, he pressed the button and it opened right away.

Jimin cheered silently.

Yoongi left his hair in its natural ruffled state instead of using mousse as usual, he simply didn’t
feel like putting any on, it’s not like there was a special assignment at hand. Hoseok was still doing
his part and Yoongi didn’t regret it when he passed his tasks along to the latter. After all, Hoseok
always did complain to Namjoon a lot.
He was deep in his thoughts of Jimin when he suddenly ran into someone. Yoongi blinked and
opened his mouth to question the idiot who happened to bump into him.

“Watch where you’re going… Geez...” His ears perked at the voice and his eyes found the last
person he would expect to see.

“Park Jimin? What the hell… What the fuck are you doing here?” Yoongi grabbed the said boy’s
forearms and looked at the tired and pale features of his face.

Jimin peeled his hands off of him and frowned, “I could ask myself the same thing, that scary guy
looked like he wanted to skin me for sitting on his furniture earlier.”

“Scary guy?” Yoongi shook his head, “What? Park Jimin, do you have any idea how long I’ve
been looking for your dumb ass in this damn city?”

Jimin shrugged, “I can’t help it! Everyone keeps dragging me to places and I’m sick and fucking
tired of being treated like a damn dog!”

The hitman slightly rejoiced at the intact attitude of his, it was good to see that Jimin was still the
usual Jimin after his unusual disappearance. To which he noted to ask him the exact reason he
went MIA for half a month, when was he ever going to come home feeling reassured for the safety
of this boy?

“Don’t tell me your bullshit reasons about my stay, I’m a grown man and I am fully capable of
making my own life choices, stop dragging me all over the damn place! It’s you, Jin, and- and that
scary guy! All of you give me the same look every time I say something for myself! If I feel safe
somewhere, then I’ll be safe there, I am so fucking tired of being treated like a child!” Jimin’s face
slightly flushed in anger as he shot lasers at the hitman.

Yoongi’s interrogating eyes slightly softened at Jimin’s words, it was true, he was constantly being
pulled everywhere without his consent and for once, he felt bad. He knew he would hate it if he
was being watched out 24/7 and was told what to do and not to do. For that, he himself didn’t know
what to do now, he had gotten used to tolerating Jimin’s rebellious nature by insisting his own
choices and now it backfired.

His sense of humanity and dominant nature clashed internally.

“Alright. Can you at least tell me what the hell happened to you?” The hitman stood relaxed, hands
in his pockets.

Jimin huffed and rolled his eyes, “That scary guy up there, he told me he almost killed me, but
didn’t because I know you.”

Silence.

Yoongi’s brows furrowed in confusion, “Knew me?” He then wanted to slap him self for being so
dense.

“I’m in so much shit right now.”

Indeed, Yoongi still didn’t know what to do with the indignant Jimin standing right before his eyes,
he knew he couldn’t force the boy, but it wouldn’t hurt to encourage him to go with Yoongi at the
least.
 “I wanted to go back in my apartment, but when you last dropped me off, Jin found me and
changed my schedules for the next couple weeks. He wanted a full explanation as to who you were
and what I had to do with you. He’s just scared for me I guess.”

Scared? Careful? Controlling? Jimin couldn’t tell which.

Yoongi nodded, upon sensing the younger’s apprehensive tone, “Now that’s out of the way, let’s
pack all your shit from the apartment, yeah?”

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a/n:

just so you guys know, this is more updated on wattpad.

if i'm not wrong it's up to 30 chapters there but i'll crosspost as much as i can.
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Jimin was surprised at the hitman’s sudden change in words, he was suspicious and wondered why
he went even this far to assure his safety. He couldn’t definitely say if he had properly warmed up
to the hitman, it seemed like a hit or miss, at times he would and at times not. This time, Yoongi
kept Jimin in front of him and a bit to the side as they walked to his car, he didn’t intentionally
place him there, but he slowed his pace a little to maintain the position, He’d rather someone
ambush him than an unsuspecting idiotic airhead like Jimin.

He began his way down the familiar cracked roads towards Jimin’s apartment complex, most of
his tasks were placed here and Hoseok himself still couldn’t deem the area entirely safe. Yoongi
was on high alert as he slowed to a stop across the complex door. Jimin unbuckled his belt and
shortly glanced at the icy Yoongi beside him, his eyes were dark, blank and observed every move
around them. He could sense the rigidity in the air and it made him just a tiny bit nervous.

“Yoongi.”

The hitman said nothing, he quietly unbuckled his belt as he stared at the rear-view mirror, “Stay
here. Don’t move, don’t make a sound.”

A couple cars had pulled up a few complexes in front and right across him. He intensely, but
subtly, eyed the tinted glass of the dirty green sedan across him, his eyes narrowed as he slowly
moved to hold his gun.

“Yoongi, what the hell is going on?” Jimin whispered nervously.

The front passenger door of the car opened and a shining metal barrel appeared, “Get down Jimin.”

Yoongi latched the safety off and fired twice at the window across him, the blood of the occupant
splattered on window. He opened the door just enough to shield him and fired at the masked two
that stepped out the sedan in front of them, the hitman had no trouble incapacitating the two with
needed bullets and came out of the safety of the car door that he slammed shut behind him.

Jimin panicked, “Yoongi! Get back inside!”

None of that could be heard as gunshots fired and sailed through the air, Jimin cupped his ears
tightly as he sunk in his seat, frazzled and paranoid as he watched the sight before him. Several
masked men were dropping dead one by one as Yoongi ran, stopped and reloaded, hid and fired, it
was like being in an action movie- except with the real threat of being shot full of bullets like a
floppy sand bag.

“Get the other one!”

Three men had appeared seemingly out of nowhere as they closed in on the passenger’s side where
Jimin sat. He blocked his head and prepared for the shattering of the window, until a bang echoed
in his ears and blood sprayed from the men’s heads one by one and onto the car’s window, Jimin
screamed.

He could barely watch as Yoongi finally ran back in the car and slammed on the pedals, further
scaring the wits out of Jimin, as he had never been caught in a gunfight in his life.
“W-What the- what fuck was that?! A-Are you hurt?! Did you get shot?!”

Yoongi panted as his eyes darted in the street, taking detours, blocked off roads to get to his condo
as quickly as possible, the cars hadn’t caught up which was a good sign. He knew he couldn’t take
his usual route, his car was pumped with holes and coated with fresh blood on one side, he
wouldn’t want to risk getting the cops in his business more than they already are. News of the
enlarging drug and trafficking ring had reached almost every official and citizen in the city, it was
only a matter of time before something major would break out unless he could stop it.

“Don’t worry. I never miss.” Yoongi grinned lopsidedly.

Jimin smacked his arm, “This isn’t the right time to be cocky! You could have been shot and
killed!”

“Aw does Jiminie care for me?”

“Care or not, it doesn’t matter, you could have died and that’s it.”

“But I didn’t, so?”

“Still.”

“That’s weird hearing it come from a suicidal maniac.”

Jimin’s brows furrowed together in an undecipherable expression, Yoongi couldn’t tell if he was
upset at him, embarrassed or simply lost the argument.

Yoongi shrugged, “Well. I guess that scratches out the apartment for the time being...”

“You deserve to live, ok? I don’t.” Jimin mumbled lowly as he shut the door behind him, thinking
back to their small squabble in the car.

Again and again, Jimin was back in Yoongi’s humble abode. It felt like it had been months since
he had stepped foot here, but it was a measly 2 weeks that oddly took its place. Nothing had
changed, the minimal decorations stood where they were, the condo still smelled like the industrial
and mixed scent of clean linen that naturally clung on Yoongi wherever he paraded. Jimin had
grown used to this scent, he unconsciously knew the exact scent Yoongi came with as every
individual never smelled the same as the other would.

“Oh shut the hell up.” Yoongi sighed and walked off to the kitchen.

Jimin’s eyes narrowed as he followed his footsteps, “I’m serious. Don’t peg me for being bat-shit
suicidal, that’s just how I think.”

Yoongi didn’t spare him a glance as he opened the fridge door, “You’re mouth is very annoying,
you know? Couldn’t you do something else for a change instead of whining please?”

He couldn’t stand the bipolar attitudes Yoongi had on him whenever he was serious and it only felt
all the more worse as he had dealt with the pushy Jin and an intimidating Namjoon behind his
desk.

Jimin snapped.

“What the hell is your fucking problem? You’re so damn bipolar and frustrating! Why can’t you
 just hear me out for once and listen, it would be better off if you didn’t even say anything instead
of fucking blowing me off!”

Yoongi sighed again and slammed the fridge shut, shooting an electric gaze just as intense as Jimin
was doing, “Because hearing your life story and stupid opinions get on my fucking nerves, I’m
tired of all your incessant bullshit that no one can put up with except for you. I’m tired of hearing
your sappy depressing shit all the fucking time and it makes me want to cut my ears off.”

Jimin’s face fell straight as he scanned the face of the irritated Yoongi, little did he know how the
hitman intentionally riled him up. He wanted to push his buttons, he wanted to know what Jimin
could take, he wanted to know just what Jimin was thinking about 24/7.

“You refused to fucking shoot me, you sewed me up, you kept me trapped in here and here I am
back in here again! What the hell is your purpose?! Are you here to make life a living hell for me?!
I’m already filled up with all this stupid bullshit and here you are adding up to it-” Jimin was
trembling from anger as he glowered and jabbed a finger at Yoongi repeatedly.

”I fucking trusted you- just a little- I thought you would be able to understand, that I can finally
find someone to look at and see them listen to my ‘incessant bullshit’. Do you even wonder why I
didn’t slit my wrists when you first left my room with that pistol? Do you?! Because I fucking
liked you from the moment you pointed that damn gun at me- and to hell be damned if you’re
going to be just like him all over again!”

Yoongi observed his glistening eyes, his bright red cheeks and whitening knuckles, his body
trembled in seething fury, how he breathed quick and shallow as he held his tears of anger back.
The hitman slowly gained on him, but Jimin made no move to step back.

“What would happen if I didn’t like you? What if I’m disgusted by you? What if looking at you
makes me want to scratch my eyes out? What would happen then? Would you still like me like
that? Tell me, because I am oh so curious to hear about your ‘incessant bullshit’.” The hitman
seemed to tower over Jimin as he backed him up towards the wall.

The fire in Yoongi’s eyes was undeniable, Jimin could sense the overwhelming curiosity pouring
from his gaze, but it was quickly ignored as Jimin’s ears rung and the edges of his vision stained
red. 

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a/n:

sooo... how is it so far? c:

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“You’re just like him.”

The younger could only hear the blood harshly rushing in his head as his chest tightened.

Yoongi slammed his fist on the wall beside Jimin’s head, grabbing his shoulders and pulled him in
his arms. Jimin was beyond bewildered, what was Yoongi trying to imply? He hated how the
hitman seemed to lead him in circles, till now he still didn’t know what to think of his rash actions,
and so he shoved him away.

Regrettably.

Yoongi huffed, “You’re fucking stupid you know that?”

“Thanks asshole,” Jimin snapped furiously, “I got the message months ago. I can’t believe you
have the fucking nerve to even mention my homosexuality and kiss me. You’re no better than him
and I’m sick of your being around me each day.”

“Don’t compare me to that piece of shit, he lost someone important and that’s his damn fault!”
Yoongi raised his voice, “Stop thinking of him and find someone who actually looks out for you.”

The latter frowned, what was he supposed to feel? Relieved? Happy? Content? It felt like none of
the above as the hitman’s stare was unwavering, it was firm and not coated with its usual
monotony for once. He moved away carefully and observed Jimin under his lashes, Jimin couldn’t
find the strength to yell at him for confusing his already misled emotions and could do nothing as
he only withdrew from his hold.

“That’s weird hearing it from a cold blooded killer.” Jimin remarked slyly.

The hitman rolled his eyes, “Park Jimin.”

“No. I hate you and nothing’s changing that Min Yoongi.”

“Oh, is that so?”

Silence and a deep glare was his reply.

“What the hell do you want me to do now?” Yoongi’s brows furrowed in an agitated manner.

Jimin shrugged, because he truly didn’t know. The argument somehow went on a tangent and now
they were barely skimming against the surface of animosity. It was odd really, how Yoongi
intentionally upset him for his own reasons, pretty un-inconsiderate of him, no?

“Don’t know.”

“Park Jimin you’re such an idiot.”

Silence once again, until.

“I didn’t pay you to keep me alive, I paid you to plant a bullet in my brain.”
Yoongi realized there was no getting around his stubbornness, but that didn’t mean he was backing
down. So he merely shrugged and walked away from the younger, he was tired and didn’t want to
deal with his attitude even if he somehow deserved it after ordering Jimin around several times
over the past few months.

“Whatever. Do what you want then. I’m gonna go sleep.”

Jimin opened his mouth to protest, but somehow Yoongi had beat him to eat and ruffled his hair
then padded off to his bedroom.

“What the hell am I supposed to do now?!” The hitman didn’t answer.

“Mr. Kim”

His throat dried at the deep velvety voice, “Y-yes sir?”

“Have you thought about it yet?”

“No. Honestly, I really don’t think I can manage him like this. It’s too tyrannical and I really don’t
want to see him being tossed around like a wild animal. He’s already seen a therapist and I was
forced to get him back when he was checked in a rehab center. I don’t want him to be hurt because
of anyone else.”

Namjoon considered it, maybe it was because he found his client interesting- or not- but his brows
furrowed as he silently sighed to himself. Seokjin gave him a firm look, it was obvious he cared for
this Park Jimin deeply- like his own family- and he’d never let anyone get by besides his way, but
today Namjoon decided to let it slip.

“I’ll let him slide for now- but if he commits future ruckus in my agency again- I won’t hesitate to
get even the SWAT on him, are we clear Mr. Kim?”

Seokjin’s eyes lit up and he stood up and gave him a grateful 90 degree bow, “Thank you so much!
I’ll make sure to look after him more sir.”

He sighed in relief and fixed his light jacket around him, his shaking hands quelled and he was
now free to go. Jimin was safe and so was he, no one was going to jail or losing their jobs.

“Speaking of job…” Jin flashed his watch and his eyes widened at the time, “Oh Lord I have 15
minutes! I’ll be late!” He began panicking on the spot, something very un-Seokjin like of him,
considering that he has never been late his whole life.

Namjoon looked at him funny, raising a brow, “I called your supervisor already, just in case the
schedule today is longer than usual.”

In which it did, because he now realized that Jimin didn’t go to the bathroom at all, but left them to
go somewhere. Probably to do something stupid. He could already feel the incoming headache in
his temples as he grabbed his phone to contact Yoongi.

“Mr. Kim, I’d very much like you to stay here until Park Jimin has been found- again.” He stared
at the confused male before him.

“B-But I have-”

“Mr. Kim would you like me to reconsider our compromise?”

“No! Of course not!” He waved his hands up in denial

“Good. So until I’ve confirmed Mr. Park’s location I’ll speak to your supervisor about future
problems with you and him. For now, have a seat and wait until I say so.”

“Hey! Just because you stopped getting on Jimin doesn’t mean I’m going to let you order us
around! We have our own lives to live and I’d very much like it if I could leave.” Seokjin crossed
his arms and gave Namjoon a taunting look.

Namjoon cleared his throat and momentarily placed his phone down as he walked towards Seokjin,
a blank and intimidating stare plastered on his features, “Mr. Kim,”

Seokjin’s face heated up at how close he was, whether or not he felt intimidated or simply
embarrassed, he inched away as far as he could and stopped once his butt hit the edge of his desk,
“Need I remind you who’s in charge here and who’s not? I don’t need your permission or opinion
to do what I need to do because the safety of 2 people mean nothing against this whole city, are we
crystal clear?”

“Crystal clear, sir.” Seokjin wanted to applaud himself for not stuttering, but he knew Namjoon had
already discovered his weak point.

Although Jin was a very persuasive and persistent person, he hated it when others got the best of
him. His odd way of intimidating people was also his downfall and it seemed that Namjoon was
the only person to knowingly use it against him. Being the hard-headed person he is, Jin glared at
him and slightly pouted at his loss. Namjoon moved away and picked his phone up again while
participating in Jin’s stare down.

“Where? Thanks, I’ll get back on that...”

He hung up the phone without breaking the intense stare down and slightly leaned on the edge of
his desk, “If it makes you feel better, you’re welcome to leave my office now .”

“Where is he at?”

“I don’t recall having telling you about where he is.” Namjoon deadpanned.

“Ugh! Y-you’re such a smartass!” Jin gave him a nasty look as he stood up and dusted off his
jacket.

”So I’ve been told,” He chuckled, “I expect you to contact or come by here soon, there is still
much to talk about in regards with Park Jimin and… other very vital information that I need you to
be aware of. If not I’ll leave a message.”

His eyes were daunting and serious, it elicited chills down Jin’s spine as he wondered what the
agency’s business had to more to do with him. After hearing Jimin’s side of the story of how he got
involved with the hitman business in the first place, he recalled the time he told him about how he
was attacked by loan sharks in his apartment and how he was nearly beaten and shot to death, were
it not for that other hitman then Jimin would most likely be six feet under the dirt in a wooden box
like he always wished to be in. Thankfully for Jin, he wasn’t in one and wasn’t nearly in getting
inside one in the first place.

He mumbled a small bye to Namjoon as he left the office, letting the worries slowly fade away as
usual. 
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a/n:

oh yes, namjin action we got going on here.

these kims got me wildin i want my life back yo-

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“Oi. Park Jimin, wake up.”

He poked the younger’s side and he squirmed away from the hitman’s warmth, “Mm… Don’t
wanna...”

Yoongi sighed and smiled to himself, “By all means, you’ll be late to work then.”

“It’s Thursday... I don’t have work on Thursdays...”

Ah so he remembered, Yoongi chuckled and slid off the bed.

The air conditioner was on blast and the whole night Jimin nestled beside him to retain warmth- it
was either that or be kicked away if Jimin was bothered by the growing summer heat. The hitman
stretched as he made his way towards the kitchen, smiling again at the happy sighs of content as
Jimin realized he could finally take up the whole bed for himself.

The hot month was staggering, even his bills increased with it, it was only mid-July and he felt like
drinking a jug of ice cold water when given the chance. The season didn’t stop him though, he still
accomplished his tasks as usual- which had gotten significantly less due to everyone going on
vacations- and it also meant more time with Jimin. The stubborn little artist was now stuck in his
humble abode, whether he liked it or not, Yoongi took him to and from work each day and received
new lectures from his overbearing best friend, Seokjin, to make sure he was well taken care of and
spoiled so he wouldn’t relapse in his suicidal state of mind. Going back to his apartment was
definitely wasn’t an option or else he wouldn’t be walking around and constantly complaining as of
lately.

He was glad about it, but would never freely admit it even to himself, the artist grew on him and he
couldn’t do anything to stop it.

“What’s for breakfast?” He felt a light weight lean on his back and didn’t bother turning away
from the coffee maker.

“Haven’t decided yet. All the lunch meats are gone and all we have left are eggs and leftovers.”
Yoongi shrugged and felt the boy gently grasp the sides of his shirt.

“I finally finished that webtoon from a couple months ago.” Jimin mumbled groggily and moved to
sit in the lounge, “Jungkook told me it’s going pretty well. The readers seem to love the art.”

The corner of Yoongi’s lip quirked into a small smile, he sat down beside the cross-legged Jimin
and sipped on his coffee.

“Isn’t it the one that you drew? I recall you working on it when Hoseok was around one day.”

Jimin nodded and he grinned just because Yoongi had remembered, he suddenly frowned, “Aren’t
you going to work today?”

The hitman shook his head as he took out his glasses and laptop from under the coffee table, “Not
in a week or so, boss told me to go over Hoseok’s reports, he’s actually been drowning in
paperwork lately.”

“Huh...” Jimin chuckled and recalled whenever Jin said that he’d be going home early to edit his
storyboards, “Is that so? Interesting.”

The older shrugged it off and began looking through the various attachments appearing in his
device, “I heated up some coffee and leftover pasta from yesterday, by the way.”

Jimin said nothing else as he happily scampered off to greet the food in the kitchen, Yoongi shook
his head and chuckled, amused. Once he mentioned food the other completely forgets about him in
less than a blink.

As Jimin slowly chewed and savored the beef and broccoli, he observed the hitman ways across
him, completely immersed in his reports and was as silent as a mouse. He admired how driven
Yoongi was to his career, although that’s not to say he was condoning the killing of people for
others, but he slightly envied the amount of attention he poured out towards his job.

It’s not as if he had negative feelings towards it, he simply tried to remember the last time he was
fully committed to his job. One would think that being focused towards it was a result of getting
back from a troubling personal life, but it did him the opposite way, which at the same time he
didn’t regret. Were it not for his falling out after that prick left him, he wouldn’t have met Yoongi
at all, so he felt lucky about it. For all he knew, he would have been dead before he even had the
chance to hire a hitman.

Jimin sighed and pushed around the lone broccoli in the container, he stabbed it rather harshly and
scraped it off the fork with his teeth, chewing furiously as he thought deeply.

“You didn’t save me any.” Yoongi seemed to pout a little as he walked in the kitchen, looking
messily cute with his untouched bed hair and charming features framed with glasses.

Jimin blinked and stared at the empty container before him, “You didn’t tell me you wanted any.”

“Yes, but I didn’t eat breakfast yet.”

“Oh well. The food was delicious and it was put to good use in my stomach.”

He raised a brow and eyed him, “Was it really? Let me taste.”

Jimin’s brows furrowed in confusion as Yoongi slowly moved closer and gave him a long, but
chaste kiss on the lips, Jimin could taste the remnants of the minty toothpaste doing so.

Yoongi parted just a little and smirked at the reddened face before him, “You’re right, it is
delicious. I should take out more often.”

He pecked his lips playfully and moved for the fridge, as if what he just did was the most normal
thing in the world to do.

Jimin’s brain wanted to protest, but he made no physical effort to do so. The body wants what the
body wants and he could do nothing about it. He grabbed the glass of milk he poured and gulped
the contents down, slightly upset that he had fallen for such a simple trick, all the while the hitman
smiled to himself behind the protection of the fridge door. He recalled what Jin had said in
response to his little stories whenever he came to work.

“Ah. You’re whipped Jimin, who would’ve figured?” He chuckled, receiving a flying stylus
towards his direction.

Park Jimin wouldn’t even consider it.

Yoongi settled with a small container of fried rice and a spoon, then took it back to his mini work
station in the lounge, the artist followed with shorter steps and sat beside him. He unconsciously
stared at the cup of fried race he was eating so peacefully and looked away when Yoongi glance at
him.

“It’s actually really good, you should try it.” He took a scoop of rice and held it out to Jimin, who
without hesitation went for the rice.

What he hadn’t expected was for him to pull the spoon back and replace it with his lips- Jimin
didn’t even have the chance to open his mouth. A cheesy move on Yoongi’s part, but he couldn’t
care less as he absorbed the glare Jimin shot towards him as he ate the spoonful of rice.

“Why do you do that!?” Jimin hissed, embarrassed.

Yoongi stopped to look at him straight in the eyes, “Because I like it.”

The younger turned and scooted a little farther away from him, so as to avoid Yoongi’s ongoing
teasing. He had been doing this ever since he found him a while ago, at first Jimin repeatedly
exploded on him about how annoying it was, but now he couldn’t and he wouldn’t tell him to stop
it. Because even if he did, he wouldn’t stop and if he did stop, Jimin would become just the tiniest
bit desperate for his attention. He hated it, but once attached he was a sucker for attention on the
low. He had become so accustomed to the hitman’s teasing that it would probably turn into a norm
soon- or as a matter of fact- something else much deeper than he intended it to be.

It was too late to say that he didn’t silently crave his weird displays of affection, he had grown
attached and did nothing about it- despite the plentiful warnings from the people around him and
himself.

And that was what made him fear Yoongi the most. 
 Twenty
Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Yoongi felt especially dead.

The week had been beating him up, literally and physically. He was still dedicated to looking after
whatever he needed to, which was what sapped his energy the most. It was to the point that he
would even come back to his condo at 3 in the morning, to see Jimin wrapped up in his covers and
a small platter of food on the small kitchen table, probably heated hours before he was expected to
get home. Namjoon recently assigned him a task in Gwangju and he felt like sinking in the ground
when he realized that it was about 5-6 hours away from where he lived- to top it all off- he was
told to stay there for 5 days.

A pain, that's what he called it.

Min Yoongi wanted nothing more than to feel the fluffiness of his duvet and the warmth of Jimin's
arms and legs that somehow tangled with his. He had grown used to the fact that he no longer lived
alone and that he somehow should be held accountable for whatever the hell Jimin decided to
screw up again.

Fortunately for him, Jimin was selectively compliant and really had nowhere else to go, since he
still couldn't map out the part of the city Yoongi lived in. Jin was around to cook and sometimes
babysit the artist while the hitman was out of town, it all seemed to work out perfectly for
everyone- and now Yoongi. He sighed and kicked off his sneakers, slipping off the hoodie, and
mask, not bothering to change the Adidas joggers he wore on his way back- all he did was drive
anyways- so he hummed in relief at the rush of coolness on his shirt and tangled himself in the
blankets with Jimin.

Although physically relieved, he still had yet to fully analyze and relay the intel he had gathered
while he was at Gwangju. Indications and sightings of the growing illegal rings scattered about the
region was irking him, why this place? Sure there were affluent citizens, but why not somewhere
near Seoul? It was an easy place to set up because of the lack of public attention towards each
other and the amount of JumboTrons that could be used to somehow undermine the government.
Not that it was a good thing, but then the problem wouldn't necessarily reach them maybe until
later.

But somehow, it all came to a zilch and his suspicions would prove no sense to Namjoon. He was
all about trusting his gut, but guts didn't play a part in this kind of situation. He groaned and
brushed the workload out of his consciousness, he focused in on the fetal positioned figure in front
of him. Yoongi moved the blankets away from his face and noticed that Jimin still had his glasses
on, most likely working late as well.

He smiled softly and gently prodded the glasses off his face, Jimin shifted, "...r'e... Home? Yoon...
gi?"

The hitman gently ruffled the boy's hair, "Sleep. You look tired too."

He hummed and said nothing else, moving the blankets and pillows around him a bit then went
back to sleep as told.
The next morning, Yoongi slowly opened his eyes feeling excessively cold yet unbearably hot at
the same time. His limbs and lungs felt heavy and the coolness of the air conditioner made him
break out into cold sweat.

"Eh...?" His vision could barely focus as he very slowly moved to stand off the bed.

Next thing he knew he felt something cool and painfully solid hit the front of his body all at the
same time. A yelp came from somewhere in the condo and Jimin rushed in the room to find
Yoongi face-planted on the hardwood floor.

"What the hell happened to you?" Jimin held in his chuckle as he stooped down to try and tug the
motionless rock upright.

It wasn't until he felt his hand and suddenly flinched away, it was freezing cold and amazingly
sweaty. His small grin disappeared and was replaced with sudden worry, he gave small words of
encouragement and pulled Yoongi up by his arms and torso, with slight difficulty then made him
sit on the bed. His eyes were closed and he breathed shallowly, his skin looked paler even without
the blast of sunlight and the edges of his features were lined with a very subtle pink.

Jimin placed his hand on Yoongi's neck and the other on his own, "Y-You're skin is on fire- Jesus
you have a fever!"

"Ah... Do I? Oh... Oh..." Yoongi mumbled, his voice still coated with the morning rasp.

Jimin sighed, he knew he couldn't go to work in this condition, he'd probably give Namjoon hell if
he forced him to go through documents. As an experienced artist, he knew the toll it took to work
while being seriously sick or recovering from one, his job required a lot of time, detail and
attention and he knew better than to work with that kind of problem. The only time he'd ever work
during a sickness was during crunch-time, he remembered how he'd get sick during the summer
and fall transitions, the unexpected changes in the weather toyed with his usually healthy bodily
functions and even caused him the occasional nosebleed.

"You need to stay here, I'll just get Jin to drive me while you're-"

Yoongi spoke lowly, eyes still closed as he slightly wobbled in his place, "Why can't... you stay
here? What if I die from this fever... or something? If I do I'll haunt you forever..."

Jimin waved him off knowing that the fever was making him a bit delirious, "Ah you'll be just
fine! I'll bring some food in so you can-..."

Yoongi slowly leaned into Jimin's neck and wrapped his arms around his waist, "Stay here."

The artist knowingly blushed, the abnormal heat was practically emanating off of Yoongi and it
irked his soul just a little. He opened his mouth to speak when Yoongi decided to lean on him fully
and forced him to lay on his back. Yoongi was gently wrapped around Jimin, his nose buried in his
neck as he softly breathed.

"Min Yoongi, I need to get ready for work. I have a storyboard to fix and you're gonna make me
late."

He said nothing, but Jimin repeated again and told him a list of things he'd miss if he wouldn't get
off of him, "Hey! I know you feel like shit, but I have things to do and-"

Yoongi slighly raised his head and gave him a pointed to look, "Would you shut up and let me do
 this for once?"

Jimin was speechless as he stared at the hitman's dark brown eyes, it rendered him speechless as he
let Yoongi loosely wrap himself around Jimin's frame.

'Mm no... I haven't see you in a while so let me do this chim.'

He winced at the memory even though Yoongi said nothing of any sentiment, he couldn't help but
recall it. Yoongi noted how tense Jimin became in his hold and said nothing more as he breathed
into his neck. He didn't want the morning to start off with a petty argument. So with that, he left
Jimin at his expense and let him stay quiet, he much preferred it to recover without effort since he
still had to leave the city again for his upcoming tasks. Although he hadn't told the artist this, he
didn't want to distract him as he too worked a job that required detail, time and copious amounts of
attention.

He had fallen asleep again and this time he noticed Jimin was gone, he was splayed all over his
sheets and the condo was dead quiet. Yoongi probed for his phone on the side table and gently
tugged it off the charging dock, it was 3 in the afternoon and he had already slept in a little too late,
he still had a shit ton of things to do and he knew a simple cold could stop him from doing so. The
least he wanted was for Hoseok to take over, as he too was just as busy and so was Namjoon. He
left Jimin a few texts as he knew that he was also running on a tight schedule, he didn't want to
bother the now hard working artist by calling and left the text to be read tomorrow early in the
morning.

It took him almost two hours to get ready- any day it would take him an hour or less minutes out of
habit- and despite his obvious sickness he took his prepared bag of clothes hidden in his closet and
set off to Daegu.
 

Chapter End Notes

a/n:

thank the heavens.

hopefully i'll have more time to update my other book too. :c

 Twenty One

Jimin didn't open his texts until 3 in the morning.

He wanted to shoot back by cursing the hitman out, but couldn't due to the lack of energy coursing
in his veins. He had no one to complain to and Jin wasn't going to have any of his bullshit with how
crammed his schedule was. It made him wonder why Jin decided to be his editor even though his
work ethic became extremely terrible and negligent- he'd been repeatedly yelled at for not meeting
his deadlines and it seemed like a norm to him nowadays.

Now, Yoongi was off to another city without even telling him about it first thing in the morning.

He scoffed, "It's not like I'm supposed to care anyways..."

Which, truth be told, he really had no business in wondering where he went. Whatever complex
issues they had in their jobs was not each other’s businesses. But the incessant nagging of Yoongi's
fever this morning worried him just a bit, he knew what the hitman was capable of and how almost
nothing held him back from doing what he needed to.

He opened the text again from Yoongi, 'Sorry. Won't be making it home in a while. Jin agreed to
take you to and from work.'

His fingers moved to type, but what did he want to say? Be careful? Good luck? Don't get hurt? He
didn't want the hitman to have the satisfaction of his worry, or else he'd rub it in his face and never
let go of it.

'Come back ok?' He decided.

To his surprise the text was opened after a few seconds and he replied with, 'Why would I ever
leave you? Go sleep, it's 1 already.'

Jimin smiled lopsidedly, "Why would you leave?"

Surprisingly, his mood was the greatest it has ever been in years, although he was still adjusting to
the amount of workload in his job, he was faring better than he thought. His shoulders felt
weightless after so long and he felt more alive than he did back then. Jungkook and Jin watched
him as he walked in the building, a hint of a smile in his eyes as he made his way towards the
elevator to his floor.

Even Jin noticed the gradual changes in his mood, but his newfound temper stayed with him and he
wouldn't ask for anything else, as long as Jimin was happy then he was as well.

"Jiminie, did you finish the..." The younger's glare was deadly as he barely turned to look at Jin
across him, "Ah sorry Jimin- did you redraw the pacing edits already?"

He nodded stiffly, “I have it on me right now. You need it?”

Jin took the flash drive in his hand and looked through recent contents, it was indeed finished and
he couldn’t be any happier, “Ah. So that means we’re ahead of schedule, we can go home early
today!”

Jimin silently agreed and cracked a small smile, it didn’t take long before the two had taken their
needed files and was sighing in content as they waved off their coworkers and stepped in the
elevator. It had been a week and a half since he last contacted Yoongi, no messages meant he was
extremely busy so he didn’t bother calling as well.

Once Jin had dropped him off at the building, he took his time going inside and finally making it to
the appropriate room. Every time he opened the door, he smelled the rush of Yoongi’s scent as if
he were there, it always put him in a slightly better mood coming home after a day’s work. He
stopped as he kicked off his sneakers and took off his socks, since when did he consider this place
home? Since the first day he was here? Maybe the second time? Or just a couple months ago? He
definitely didn’t miss the old apartment, for all he knew some squatters could be in there smoking
joints and he definitely didn’t want to come back to that. Yet, he still couldn’t get used to how
simple and luxurious hitman’s condo is, the clean and minimal amount of objects in the room was
the epitome of Min Yoongi.

Jimin yawned as he took off his work clothes in the room and put on something much more
comfortable to walk around with. He wore the same black hoodie Yoongi wore on his birthday and
couldn’t help but remember what unfolded that day. He patted his face and shook off the memory,
it was no more than a drunk spur of the moment. The hoodie was coated and washed in whatever
scent Yoongi had and for the time being, he decided to wear it until the hitman was back, he would
never admit how lonely the condo felt without a certain person.

The artist decided that he wanted to sleep the day off, Supervisor Jeon had treated them with
hoagies from the extra money they earned with their sales and he felt too dead to eat at the
moment. So he shuffled back in the bedroom and let himself fall flat on the covers, getting
continuously bombarded with his favorite smell.

‘You curl up in my shirt and say you don’t miss me? You’re a terrible liar and I love that.’

His eyelids jolted open and he sat up so quick his head spun, his throat became dry and he cleared
his throat. Jimin inhaled sharply and blinked away the moist sheen in his eyes, he slowly
remembered that the events of that day were unforgettable like he said. It was a good thing at the
time, only because he was loved, but now it turned into a nightmare.

I hate you- no- I despise you with a burning passion.

Jimin stood up, wobbling a little as he went to grab a glass of water and quickly gulped it down. It
didn't help that his quick movements caused him to get lightheaded, the condo was only filled with
a limited amount of moonlight and he wouldn't be surprised if he knocked something over as he
stumbled back towards the bed room.

The hitman rolled his neck as he tied the bath robe around him.

The hotel he stayed in was decent enough, but he couldn't help but complain about the substandard
beds. They felt like sacks of sand being constantly ground on his back muscles, the pillows were as
flat as a pancake and offered no coolness. It's not like he wanted the latest bedroom furnishing, but
at least hold up to a hotel's standards of a bed, they were supposed to be better than what you had at
home most of the time. He sighed and dried his damp hair, then picked up his phone on the side
table, he opened his conversation with Jimin and decided to check on him.

He laid on the bed and stared at his fingers as he waited for the dialing tone, it was picked up after
a few seconds.

"-the fuck do you want Seokjin?!" Yoongi had to hold in his chuckles.
"Is that how you say hi to someone you haven't seen in weeks?"

"O-Oh Yoongi..." Jimin's breathy morning voice stuttered, "W-Well what do you expect me to say
to someone at... 3 in the morning?!"

Yoongi glanced at the clock beside him, it was 3 in the morning as he said.

"I'll check on you any time and day I want, I don't care."

Jimin scoffed, "Then what? Shove me off your bed and yell at me for not sleeping early?"

It was refreshing to hear his voice after being away for a while, although he'd prefer it to be right in
front of him, this was the best he could do and didn't regret it at all. He listened and occasionally
hummed in response as Jimin talked his ear off, he didn't mind and only wanted to hear him talk
after so long.

"-ngi. Hey can you hear me?"

Yoongi hummed, "Mm yeah, I'm here."

He paused, "Do you... Do you think..."

Yoongi closed his eyes and listened intently, Jimin softly breathing on the other end, "Do I think
what, Park Jimin?"

"No. Never mind."

"Talk to me Jimin." Yoongi whispered as well.

The room was silent, the air seemed to stand still around them. Their low whispers becoming the
loudest noise in the early morning darkness, Yoongi coaxed him to say what he wanted to, but the
other hesitated.

Jimin sighed shakily, "If he comes back. Somehow... What happens then?"

Yoongi sensed the concern in his voice, "What do you mean?"

"I-I mean... when he just- I don't know- decides to walk in my life."

The hitman's state of relaxation was briefly disturbed by the thought of him, although Jimin only
said very little about him, he knew just enough to hate the guy just as much as Jimin does. It was
still something he couldn't understand, what rational person would wanna leave Jimin? His brows
furrowed as he thought deeply, wondering how Jimin used to be before he came around to destroy
his love life and left him to practically kill himself.

The fact that he let someone he trusted and loved so much, stab him in the back, then let his life
crumble in the aftermath of it, he could tell how deeply attached he was, he could tell that Jimin
really couldn't let go of him. Despite how many times he cried and attempted to kill himself for
him, Park Jimin really had that much love to give out and the son of a bitch crushed it, that made
Yoongi seethe.

He shook his head, "Absolutely nothing. You stay with me and I'll shoot him before he even thinks
twice about you."

Jimin winced at the venom in his words, "I'm sorry for asking. I didn't mean to make you mad. Just
forget about it-"
"I won't and I don't care if I'm mad. If that piece of shit decides to come here thinking he'll get you
back I'm beating the fuck out of him and make sure he won't make it to the hospital, you hear me
Park Jimin?!"

Jimin exhaled heavily, "Y-Yoongi don't say that! Just forget about it. Really..."

The silence was waiting to kill Jimin, he was waiting for another outburst from Yoongi and
prepared his ears for it.

"If it makes you happy then I will. I don't want you worrying about him anymore, he's history and
it doesn't have anything to do with you."

Jimin blinked as he tried to find the right words to say, "Can you promise me something, Yoongi?"

"Anything for you."

Jimin took a deep breath, "Promise me... Promise me you won't let anything like that happen.
Promise me you won't leave me. Promise me..." His voice cracked a little, "Promise me you won't
let me fall again."

He nodded even though Jimin couldn't see him, he could hear the light sniffles over the phone and
he wished he could be there just to hold Jimin's arms and tell him that none of it will happen, that
Yoongi will do everything in his power to never let anything happen to him.

"I promise Jimin, I promise." He spoke firmly and began comforting Jimin, "You need to rest now,
it's still early in the morning."

There was shuffling on Jimin's end and he could tell he made his way to the bedroom, "I-I will...
but don't go yet. Please."

"I won't."

Yoongi did just that and stayed on the phone, he talked endlessly and heard him reply from time to
time. He decided that he'd just wait for Jimin to fall asleep, then he would hang up, regrettably. So
they talked, even if it was mostly Yoongi, he told stories of his tasks back then and somehow Jimin
laughed from time to time. He told him about how he was actually captured one time and how
Namjoon and Hoseok had to save his ass from being dropped to the bottom of the Eastern Sea off
the eastern coast of South Korea in a metal safe.

The target was apparently a huge fan of Houdini and had the cruel amusement of executing people
in his methods. He told him about how was genuinely scared for his life because he was still young
at the time and how he thought there was no way to get out of it. The task ended up being a 5 day
ordeal and resulted in an aerial raid by the KNP SWAT.

"It took me a few years to redeem myself after that. Now I'm a sharpshooter, expert at hand to hand
combat and what Namjoon calls the 'modern ninja'." Yoongi chuckled as he resisted the
drowsiness, "Story of my life, yeah?"

The line had gone silent after a while, all he could hear was his silent muffled breathing, he let his
eyes close as he pressed the red button.

"We are like the stars Jimin, we fall so someone's wish can come true."
 Twenty Two

Jimin immediately stood up from his desk and slammed his laptop shut, "Seokjin I'm done all my
work and I'm going home now."

The other artists around him only looked in surprise, Jin glanced up from the manuscripts in his
hands, "Did you edit the storyboard for next month already? There's still a lot to do you know."

He nodded, "Done. I'm already midway the proposals and papers for the next meeting too, is there
anything else?"

Jin briefly adjusted his glasses, a bit surprised, "Oh... Well if that's the case, I guess you can go
home now."

Jimin frowned a little as Jin picked up the phone and dialed something from a sticky note, "Who's
taking me home?"

He watched his editor and best friend in slight confusion, couldn't he just take a taxi? He pretty
much memorized the address and burned the directions there in his brain.

"Ok then, just make sure he eats something when he gets home and don't try anything funny or
else!" Jin hung up and gave him a smile, "You're ride is out front, see you later chim and be good!"

Jimin shortly glared at him and rolled his eyes as their coworkers snickered, "Alright mother, I
don't need to be told."

He huffed in relief as he stepped in the elevator, although ready to go back to the condo and lay on
the energy-sapping couch, he knew he still had a lot to do. It was a half truth on Jimin's part and he
couldn't help but be reminded by the incoming deadlines. He quickly walked out the building and
saw a gray car sitting idle by the crosswalk, he stared at the windows and it went down, it took him
a while to recognize the face on the driver's side.

"Hey Jimin! Did Jin tell you I was coming? Ah probably not, just hop in and I'll take ya home."

His smile was familiar and it didn't hit him till a second after, "Hoseok? Aren't you supposed to be
busy?"

He waved it off and told Jimin to get in the passenger seat, "Jin says he still has a lot to do,
something about deadlines and whatnot so he won't be out until 9 in the evening probably."

The artist said nothing else as he stared at the moving buildings and street signs.

"Do you wanna go anywh-"

"No. Take me back to the condo."

Hoseok briefly raised his hands in mock surrender and laughed, "Ok ok fine, I just thought you'd
wanna go somewhere after work you know?"

Jimin gave him a blank look and then turned to the car window again, "Do you know when he's
gonna get back?"

The peppy boy genuinely shook his head, "It's not my place to tell you. You're gonna have to talk to
Namjoon about that."
The younger frowned and shook his head, "All I'm asking for is a specific day, is that classified or
something? Don't you know he has a fever? Geez what's wrong with you guys."

Hoseok looked at him in surprise, Yoongi has a fever? Could that be why his task was taking so
long? No, it was meant to take a while anyways, infiltrating an unknown city that's littered with
one of the most infamous underground drug rings takes guts, pride and dignity. It's only been 10
days since Yoongi left and it seemed to Hoseok that Jimin was somehow restless, he wouldn't be
surprised if the stubborn artist was worried for him. Yet, Hoseok didn't worry as much, he trusted
his best friend like his own blood and knew he wasn't the type to make mistakes.

"Don't worry about Yoongi, he'll come back in one piece." Hoseok patted Jimin's shoulder
reassuringly, the younger only glanced at him and worried anyway.

Yoongi sifted through the stacks of papers and shoved them back in the filing box, all of it led to
the same place and the same results.

"Come on little piggy stop hiding!", He sighed and carefully read them again, "No no that doesn't
make sense... City Hall? No to obvious... Maybe during the park event- no no that's not right- Then
where?"

Yoongi dropped the files momentarily and took off his glasses, massaging his nose bridge to
relieve the strain in his eyes. He had fallen asleep while doing this for quite some time, his fever
had been slowing him down, but he didn't let it stop him from doing what was needed. Yet at the
same time, he wanted to drive on home and curl up in his real bed.

But alas. The world isn't fair to Min Yoongi as usual.

It took him another two hours before he began crossing out specific lines, circling numbers and
writing them all in the margins. He pulled a map of the region that he picked up from the city call
and began drawing dots on the addresses, drawing lines from them. He later saw that the addresses,
when connected, made a perfect pentagon, all of them had perfectly calculated distances and one
thing stood out from the rest. Right at the center of the pentagon, was the Chinese Consulate.

He marked a dot and immediately called Namjoon, "Hey... I found it. I'll send you all the things I
have later. But you know all the false addresses in the letters? It's all a simple hint, it makes a
perfect geographical shape over the city and you know what's right in the center?"

A tense pause passed before Namjoon spoke and seemed to move around on the other end, "...The
Consulate?"

"Yes the Consulate- if I can get the jump on them before the next month and a half for their
meeting- I can get ahead and find the real target."

Namjoon clicked his tongue, "It's too obvious. If we start pulling strings this soon it will be too
easy to them, they can change the address anytime and if we're right- we have to delay the
process."

Yoongi gritted his teeth, he was so close, so close to getting to the root of the problem, but he knew
Namjoon was right. Any further actions from his agency, they would risk the escaping one of the
heads of the underground ring, a vital target in the spread of its influence in the country.
"Shit. Then I'll stay longer-"

"Min. You know you simply cannot do that, they already tortured and killed one of ours and I am
definitely not risking your life for this." Namjoon paused, "As your boss and close friend I'm
halting your investigations for now, I know it's imperative to always be a few steps ahead, but we
need more time for this. Be patient Yoongi, I don't want you turn out like our last one."

Yoongi knew it was dangerous, which is why he took the task in the first place, the previous
hitman under Namjoon who took the task didn't last a week before he was sniffed out and taken off
of our radar. It was the sole reason why Yoongi was gone longer than expected, he had to pick up
the task from square one and lead up to where he is now.

'Come back ok?' He recalled Jimin texting him.

"I'll wait then."

Namjoon released a light chuckle, "Good. I don't need you going out doing something reckless,
seriously. I have eyes on you if you ever get out of line. Now send me everything you have, a
report isn't necessary, I'll take it from here. You can come back any time during the end of this
week. Stay safe, keep your eyes open and watch out."

Then he hung up.

He somehow felt a huge weight off his chest, although he couldn't continue with the operation, he
could finally come back home ever since Namjoon clicked the red button a few seconds ago.
Without hesitation, Yoongi neatly consolidated and the papers and began the sending process.
Luckily at the fancy hotel he stayed at, the place had a central office to contact other offices around
them. This would probably mean nothing to Hoseok if he was here, but the central office just so
happened to have a faxing machine that he could more or less borrow.

"Let's do this the old-fashioned way..." He grinned and straightened his suit then left his room.

He walked down the hall towards the elevator and headed straight for the lobby, luckily for him,
one of the receptionists at the front happened to pass and he made the deliberate, but subtle move
to bump him.

"Oh! Pardon me sir." He nodded and smiled in apology, Yoongi did the same.

Once he had passed, he pushed the stolen ID up his sleeve, Yoongi smiled to himself as he made
his way back to his room, "I love this job too much."

Hoseok hung around while Jimin worked on his plans for the next project, his glasses slightly
pushed up his nose while Hoseok observed him as he ate by the counter. Although Jimin preferred
to be alone, he didn't insist on Hoseok leaving just to be respectful. If he hadn't known Yoongi, he
probably would have long yelled at Hoseok to leave him alone. Jimin couldn't understand how
Yoongi kept up with his best friend, he was always a ball of energy and had an earful to talk
whenever he was around.

It honestly nagged the artist, but he could do nothing else as it wasn't his place to try and ward him
off. He insisted on taking him somewhere and was the nicest and friendliest being in his life
besides Jungkook. He hated that because he felt internally obligated to be nice to an openly selfless
person.
Hoseok briefly washed the plate he used and put the rest of the takeout in the fridge, "Food's in the
fridge, if you need anything..."

He took a pen and sticky note from the pad on the fridge and quickly scribbled something down,
"Here's my number and I'll be leaving in a few... So you gonna be ok here by yourself?"

Jimin looked up from his laptop, Hoseok had a glint of amusement in his eyes as he waited for his
answer, "You're not my kind of gay so get the hell out."

Hoseok laid a hand on his chest in mock offense, "I'm so injured! I haven't done anything to you
have I?!"

"Hoseok, you ask me the same thing every day and literally spoil me, do you think I'm dense? Fix
that face of yours before I throw my laptop to mess it up more."

One could say Jimin was slightly triggered by how touchy and friendly Hoseok was at times, again
he wondered how Yoongi could put up with him in the first place.

"Why are you so violent? And what has my face done to you?"

"It was being ugly so stop bothering me and go fix it somewhere else." Jimin deadpanned.

Hoseok only laughed, he was so used to this already. It was funny that Yoongi and Jimin seemed to
share the unfiltered bluntness between them and he could tell they were already perfect for each
other. It was then he realized that he had no chance with Jimin in the first place, but it didn't stop
him from being the energized sunshine he is.

"Alright, I'll go now, see you in a while!" Hoseok did a small wave and left the room.

Jimin smiled as he shook his head, Yoongi was pretty lucky to have a friend like him, although he
probably would've killed himself if Hoseok was his friend. The amount of happiness and
enthusiasm pouring from the out-of-character killer was just odd in itself and he couldn't think of
dealing with it at all.

He whined lowly and buried his face in his arms.

"Dammit Yoongi... I think I miss you now."

 Twenty Three

The artist slams down his pen and grabs his glasses off his face, he harshly sweeps his hair back
and tries to alleviate the heat that constantly clung to him.

He wipes off the moisture in his eyes with the back of his hand and slouches back on his seat,
closing his eyes to ease the pressure in his temples. His lack of sleep has been driving him up the
wall, but he had no choice to because of the amount of work piling up from his usual laziness.

"Ugh what is wrong with you Park Jimin!" Jimin ruffles his hair and stands up, irritated, as he
padded over to the kitchen for a glass of water and a couple aspirins.

Amidst the peaceful silence, he downs the water in one shot and goes back to his spot on the couch,
the lock on the front door softly clicks and it opens, he quickly forgets about his mental ordeal.

Sigh.

Jimin could already feel his migraine get worse, "What the hell Hoseok why-"

And there he was.

Min Yoongi after 3 fucking weeks.

"So I come home and the first thing you say is Hoseok? I should be offended." Yoongi drops his
two duffel bags and plops on the couch beside Jimin.

"But you didn't text me!"

"Oh don't worry you'll live without a text- but I did text- just so you know."

Jimin snatches his phone off the coffee table and sees Yoongi's name in the notifications, "Oh..."

"Yeah 'oh', am I Hoseok yet?"

Jimin scoffed, "Can you let that go please, it's just that he keeps coming in here to bother me at the
worst times."

Yoongi raised a brow and gave him a pointed look, "So... If I was Hoseok you'd yell at me to 'get
the hell out'? I actually asked him to check on you every once in a while."

Jimin's eyes widened a little, to check on him? The artist said nothing as he could only look at
Yoongi when he spoke.

"Oh and I heard something funny while I was gone," Yoongi chuckled silently, "What was it? Oh
right! So apparently Hoseok told me that he's not 'your kind of gay', what's that supposed to mean?"

Ah yes. Jimin wanted to curse the life out of Hoseok at that moment, it wouldn't benefit anyone,
but Min Yoongi himself. He knew such a simple statement would make the hitman smug all the
way down to his toes.

"It means exactly as it says, nothing more."

"So what is your kind of gay then?" Yoongi shot back nonchalantly.
What was he supposed to do? Describe Yoongi? Hell to the no, not today.

"How do I even answer that?"

The hitman shrugged, "Dunno' you're the one who said it in the first place."

Sigh. Another trap.

"It doesn't matter anyways." Jimin turned to clean his papers up and ignored Yoongi who slowly
blinked at him, his eyes intensely boring holes on the younger for his stubbornness.

You're such a piece of work, he wanted to say and then insult him like he usually does, but he felt
no reason two and was genuinely curious about it- as stupid as it sounds- and a curious Yoongi
never goes unanswered.

"Park Jimin."

"What?"

Yoongi wanted to so badly raise his voice at Jimin for killing his mood with his hard-headed
tendencies, but he didn't anyways.

"Stop running away."

Jimin faltered as he straightened his papers, "I'm not."

"You are and it hurts sometimes you know."

Since when did Yoongi have genuine feelings all of a sudden? No it's another trap probably, Jimin
thought.

"I'm not saying that just to say it, you have to stop being so inconsiderate once in a while and think
of what others feel sometimes. Just because you're hurting doesn't mean you can't hurt anybody
else." Yoongi stands up and makes his way in his room without another word.

Jimin opens and closes his mouth like a fish, unable to comprehend what went on just a while ago.
For the first time in a while he felt the fresh pang of guilt, he had become quite selfish over the
years and couldn't help it. After being thrown away for being concerned with someone, but
himself, he took it upon the situation to stop caring about what other people really thought about
him and focused on himself.

How egocentric he was.

But this time he actually swallowed his pride and forced himself to go knock on the ajar bedroom
door, until it suddenly opened and Yoongi stood there with normal clothes on.

"U-Uh... I-I'm sorryforbeingsoselfish."

He blinked slowly, blank and bored Yoongi as usual, who just awoke from his short nap.

"I didn't ask for an apology, I'm just saying be honest. To me at least." Yoongi paid full attention
to how Jimin's expressions shifted.

It went from blank, surprise to embarrassment.

"I really don't ask for much and the least you could do is just trust me, you know?"

Trust. The mother of all problems surrounding every human in this entire world. Trust.

"I-I do trust you... It's just-"

"You're scared, I know, don't be. I'm not someone you should be scared of, or yourself, stop
thinking of the past and move on. Replaying the scene isn't going to end the movie."

Jimin stared at his feet, he suddenly felt like a child under Yoongi's steady gaze, he felt stupid and
immature every time he confronted the reality of his problems.

"Park Jimin." Yoongi lifted his chin up with his fingers and closed in on his lips.

“Shh,” He simply cuts him off by kissing at his lips this time, and this kiss is so much softer,
almost like the first few times they kissed years ago under a shelter in a heavy rain. It feels almost
pure, almost chaste.

Jimin wants to push him, but Yoongi holds his forearms firmly, and so he turns away. Yoongi
doesn't seem to mind and places a kiss right on his jawline that was presented for him, then
another, and another, and another. Until Jimin was fully flushed against the hitman, with nothing
but clothes and air separating them. He places more and more soft kisses on Jimin's forehead,
cheek, lips and then his neck.

The artist sighs at the seemingly foreign sensation on his skin.

“I just think you’re adorable Jimin. Is that wrong?”

Jimin almost moans, but all he hears that are coming out from his lips are a series of gasps, and he
sounds like he’s a lost cause already.

He tenses up, but Yoongi gently caresses his arms and lower back, "Relax, look at me."

Maybe then Yoongi could be making a mistake, maybe it wasn't, but for sure he couldn't care less
as he held Jimin's soft face, "Stop thinking about him. You're with me now, yeah?"

"Listen Jimin, as long as I'm here I don't want that asshole in that pretty little head of yours." And
he smiles, Yoongi smiles at the silenced Jimin, "You're perfect and I don't give a shit if nobody
else thinks that, because then I can have you here all for myself."

He wants to cry because for one- Yoongi sounded so weirdly cheesy- but Jimin knew he was
serious and he couldn't do anything now to get away from him. He thought to himself how odd it
was when they first met, Yoongi was supposed to kill him, supposed to, but he didn't and now he
wondered why.

"Yoongi. I paid you to shoot me, not fall in love with me."

"Then I'll just have to pay you back."

 
 Twenty Four

The following month was not so brutal to Yoongi after all, his workload was simplified to his usual
tasks from willing clients- thirsting for petty revenge- and he breathed a thousand sighs of relief at
that. Yet, he still couldn’t dispel the ominous threat the expanding drug and trafficking ring
presented in the area. Namjoon had told him not to mind the problem until intel is verified-
meaning Namjoon had to do some field work of his own as well as all good bosses should- then
actions would be decided from there.

Not only that, Jimin was pretty much carved into his not-so-boring existence, there was no going
back from what he said and what had happened, it was all reality and Yoongi could not have asked
for more.

“Yoongi!” The younger whined boredly, the side of his face planted on the white sheets, “Can you
get my phone from the kitchen?”

He sighed and passed him his phone instead, knowing full well all Jimin wanted to do was
probably play games, he trusted him enough not to snoop in his phone- as if he could anyways- and
vice versa. It was like a test of some sort, seeing which of the two would break first and begin
delving into the other’s life through their mobile devices, but Yoongi couldn’t seem to find a
reason to as he knew Jimin wasn’t the social type.

Jimin also figured that even if he were to dig into his phone, all his confidential tasks and messages
with his agency would all be heavily encrypted and tracked- a risk he was definitely not willing to
take up with Namjoon himself. And so, Jimin settled with simply messing with the camera, as any
person would. He didn’t mind Yoongi so much, since he was mostly snacking in the kitchen or
taking a nap next to him during their days off.

It didn’t take him long before he began taking a series of pictures, deleting some and keeping
some, even sending it to his phone. Jimin thought he looked effortlessly good today after snapping
more pictures, meanwhile beside him, Yoongi didn’t seem to pay any attention to his minimal
shuffling and small mumbles of approval, so he took even more pictures in all sorts of filters and
was unconsciously filling up Yoongi’s nonexistent gallery with his face.

He decided on taking two more until he heard Yoongi mumble, “I like those. It’s nice.”

Jimin slightly jumped at his sudden awakened state and dropped the phone on his face, “Tch! Shit
that hurts...”

The hitman rolled his eyes and took the phone that slid down his neck and looked at his gallery,
filled with Jimin’s face and hair on different occasions, his gallery was truly filled with Jimin and it
couldn’t get any more unusual.

“658 photos, huh?” Jimin shrugged beside him and leaned on his shoulder, craning his neck to see
Yoongi’s face in mock disappointment.

He tapped a black and white one that he took just a minute ago and nodded in approval, “Yeah. I
like this one- and this too.”

He meant what he said, he meant it genuinely, Jimin didn’t take any effort in taking such a simple
picture, but he liked it despite Jimin’s complaints. Yoongi went ahead and made it his lock screen,
Jimin blushed to himself and rested his cheek on his shoulder.
“T-That’s so embarrassing! What if someone takes your phone?”

Yoongi locked his phone and pressed the button, then stared at it, Jimin covered it with his hand
and gave him a meek look.

“Jimin,” He pushed his arm around him, pulled him close and rested his forehead on Jimin’s, “I
will never let anyone take you away.”

“But that’s not-”

“Shh.” Yoongi held his cheek and grinned lopsidedly, “Shut your mouth and let me kiss you,
idiot.”

Jimin didn’t hesitate any further and pressed his plush lips on Yoongi’s, weaving his fingers in the
messy head of black hair and pulling him as close as humanly possible. His eyes fell close as he
turned into a puddle beside Yoongi, melting in his slow but chaste kiss, he silently reveled in the
intimate hold and let him fully wrap his arms around his waist.

Yoongi parted first and pecked his lips, “Just perfect.”

Jimin was a burning mess beside him, his face was flushed a light pink and he released a coy
giggle of some sort, an ear-to-ear smile that made his eyes turn into thin lines.

Later that night, Jimin had woken up from his nap and had the strong urge to drink. He had been
feeling so stiff and overworked from the last webtoon he published barely a week ago, so he made
it his goal to find Yoongi’s secret stash of whiskey once again, he found it once and couldn’t recall
if Yoongi had touched it afterwards, but to his surprise he lifted up the couch cushions and peeked
in the hidden compartment- there were new bottles!

The hitman was busy dreaming his ass off on his bed and Jimin had the lounge all to himself, he
knew the older was a heavy sleeper and wouldn’t even awake if he had shoved him off the bed. He
quickly took a glass from the kitchen cupboard and snatched a random unopened bottle, pushing
the cushion down with his foot and settling down on it.

A content and victorious smile made its way to his face as he easily popped the bottle open and
poured half of the short glass to ease in, he glanced at the label.

“Scotch, hm? Haven’t had this baby in a while.” He chuckled and stood up to put a couple cubes of
ice, then swirled it gently.

Once he took a sip, the refreshing essence of coffee and caramel filled his senses, the tell-tale
burning in his throat indeed told him that it was Scotch indeed. It didn’t take him too long to keep
gulping down more half-glasses, that soon turned into the whole. His limbs and body felt
pleasantly warm and fuzzy, he sighed happily and placed the glass down for a moment, standing
up to stare at the velvety night sky. Its inky darkness soothed Jimin along with the perfectly filtered
moonlight, it looked big and bright tonight, but Jimin attributed it to the alcohol messing with his
senses. The stars lit up like tiny candles, somehow visible even in the city below it, a simple yet
stunning view.

He was so lost staring at the sky that he hadn’t heard Yoongi shuffling out of the bedroom and
walking towards him, he slowly wrapped his arms around Jimin and placed his lips on the shell of
his ear ever so lightly.

“Who told you to touch my alcohol, kid?” Yoongi chuckled as Jimin did, the younger pulled his
arms free and settled it on Yoongi’s wrapped ones.

“I did actually… Don’t be mad, there’s still lots left, ‘k?”

Yoongi laid his head on his shoulder and spoke against his neck, “Still. Now I need to find a new
hiding place for it.”

The younger laughed and moved to face him, “No no don’t… Just forget I touched it and
everything will be just fine!” He singsonged.

Yoongi blinked and looked at his softly lit features, his eyes were slightly glassy and glazed over,
he bit his lip gently as he grinned at the hitman.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Why?” Yoongi curiously raised a brow.

“Because I forgot.”

“Forgot what?”

“What I’m not supposed to do, idiot.”

Yoongi gave him a funny look, he pulled the hitman into yet another time-stopping liplock much
like earlier- except Jimin’s fuzzy brain wanted to do such unspeakable things- but he somehow
suppressed the urge and focused on the feeling of Yoongi’s lips on his. His back lightly hit the cold
glass behind him and he giggled once again as he felt Yoongi’s hands roam his sides and back.

“So tell me,” Yoongi mumbled as he left trails of fire along Jimin’s jaw and neck, “what was it you
weren’t going to do?”

Jimin smiled and raised his face to look at him, “I fucking love you so so much, Min Yoongi.”
 Twenty Five

Jimin wasn’t shoved or forced to get off the bed this time, for some odd reason he woke up earlier
than usual and rather comfortable as well. He was wrapped in Yoongi’s arms, his back flush
against his chest as he felt every soft breath he took.

Unfortunately, he had work today, his latest drafts for another webtoon that was soon to be
released were due for a short meeting and final checks. This meaning that he needed to get a head
start on the promotions and plans for the next projects- also meaning that he was staying till the
evening.

Sigh.

He gently patted Yoongi’s arms and tried to unravel them from around him, but found that he
couldn’t because each time he did, he would whine lowly and bury his nose in his back. As warm
as he was with him, he knew he had to get up and withstand the early morning September
mornings.

“I need to get ready, the earlier I leave, the earlier I’ll get home.” Jimin spoke with the morning
rasp well in his voice.

Yoongi sighed and softly pinched his side, “I know I know, don’t remind me.”

He too had a lot of work to be done, his main priority was moving fast and relentlessly, the intel
from the drug ring was coming out slower than he could dish out. Yoongi was behind on it, but he
aimed to get the taxing assignment over with, as he unraveled the sheets, his phone rung on cue.
Yoongi picked it up without glancing at the caller ID.

“Min speaking.”

“Listen,” Namjoon’s voice was firm and steady, “I have most of what we need, all that is needed to
be done is the field operation.”

His blood raced at this, Jimin watched him curiously as he straightened his bigger than usual shirt
out.

The call lasted no more than a minute as the two converged to prepare for the morning. Yoongi
took a quick shower followed by Jimin, who scrambles to find his phone and glasses. He decided
against eating a full breakfast for the time being and settled with stopping by the nearby coffee
shop later on in the morning.

As usual, Yoongi stood and leaned on the kitchen counter with his usual suit and tie on, his one
arm crossed over his stomach as he sipped his dark coffee, a real waking call. As many times he
wore a suit to work, the look never seemed to wear out on him, each day he had about a new vibe
around him- ranging from effortless to suave. Looking like a fresh fancy dish each day

He took his time driving Jimin to his workplace, making casual talks and explaining what was to
come in the next couple weeks, then Jimin pouting upon hearing about Yoongi leaving for a
prolonged amount of time again. Once they had arrived, Jimin silently clicked his seat belt off and
muttered a low bye to him as he stepped out the car. Before the artist could escape, Yoongi quickly
came out and went around to reach for his hand.

Jimin turned curiously and Yoongi tugged him close and leaned near his face, “I know I’ll be gone
again, but-”

The younger simply smiled warmly and squeezed his fingers, “I’m not upset about it, you do what
you need to do. I’m just worried about what I’m gonna do when you do go.”

“You’re still such a conceited little ass.” Yoongi chuckled and held his cheek, “What are you going
to do when I leave? Should I have Hoseok look after you again?”

“Tch! I’m not a baby! I don’t need Hoseok or anyone, I am a fully capable adult.”

Yoongi grinned and gently held his chin up, pressing a kiss on his plush lips, “You are, you're my
baby and you do need me, so be good while I'm gone.”

He bit his lip and wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s neck, “And if I'm not?”

“Ehe-ehem you'll be late for today's meeting, so please say your goodbyes and have your
documents ready.” Jimin’s young supervisor cleared his throat and raised his eyebrow at them.

Jimin gently pushed Yoongi away and smiled sheepishly, “Ah yes, I'll be there in a few.”

Then Jungkook walked away, shaking his head.

Yoongi chuckled and pulled him close again, caressing his cheek as he placed yet another kiss on
his lips, “I'm taking you home later, be good.”

He looked at how Jimin’s face visibly brightened, showing that breathtaking smile he always gave
him, “Only for you.”

Jimin groaned and cracked his fingers, rolling his neck as he leaned back down and kept drawing
lines on the tablet. Each time, Jin picked him up because he too, was working at home and was
awake just as Jimin was- at 2 in the morning- before going to work 6 hours later.

His wrists ached and so did his shoulders, his lower back pulsed with pressure as he tried sitting up.
Jin had long left and it was already 11 in the evening, he felt like passing out right on the desk to
get the day over with. Jin had long left and it was already 11 in the evening, he felt like passing out
right on the desk to get the day over with. His eyelids felt heavy and the dark circles under his eyes
were a marvel to those who saw it.

He looked and felt dead.

It felt oh-so rewarding when he moved his papers and tablet aside, letting the cold desk cool his
cheek.

But then his work phone rang. It rang for a good minute until it stopped and went right to the
automatic voicemail he set so long ago and never changed since then.

‘Mr. Park is very busy at the moment! Please leave a number and your message so I can get to you
ASAP thanks!’

Jimin listened for the voicemail left for him.

“Hey.”

The office seemed colder all of a sudden, Jimin could feel the goosebumps creep on his arms and
neck.

“I don't know why called you but… Your work number still works, so are you still there? If so… I
miss you. A lot…” Jimin's fingers itched to pick the phone up, but he was stuck frozen as he stared
at the speaker, “Nevermind, I'm sorry, bye-”

Jimin hastily picked the phone up, “Hello?” But all he could hear was the dial tone.

He wiped the moisture in his eyes and swiftly stood up, fumbling for his phone as he messily
shoved his files away and turned the tablet off. He unlocked his phone and scrolled through his
recent contacts, abusing the phone icon on Yoongi's name.

“Yoongi come get me, now.”

He rushed and didn't bother taking any of his drafts with him, he pressed a button on his work
phone after some contemplation and shot Jin a quick message.

As expected, Yoongi’s car was parked right outside the door, waiting for him.

You're just tired Jimin, calm down, you're just tired.

He shakily buckled his belt as Yoongi sped off, “You ok? You look like you saw a ghost just
now.”

He patted Jimin’s knee with his free hand to get his attention, Jimin looked at him for a moment
and instead grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers.

“Yeah… I kinda scared myself a little. The fatigue is getting in my head too much.” Jimin smiled
uneasily.

You were tired and hallucinating. No biggie Jimin.

Yoongi only nodded as they finally arrived, he reluctantly let go of Jimin’s hand for a moment to
get out the car, but Jimin followed suit and held his hand again and kept his grip firm.

“Jimin, really, what happened?” Yoongi looked at his face for answers as the younger only stared
at him.

He said nothing, his eyes blank and lost, looking for something in Yoongi’s. He looked down at
his feet and leaned on his chest, his small hands gently gripping the hitman’s jacket.

“Let's go home now. I'm tired ok?”

He couldn't help but caress the boy’s soft hair, he lifted his face and pressed a kiss on his forehead,
holding his hand firmly but carefully all the way to his door. It didn't take long for one to change
right after the other, Jimin had his face buried in the soft duvet, Yoongi laid down beside him and
let his nose rest above his shoulder- the smell of cashmere and linen drifting in his nose.

His ams wrapped around the younger’s waist and pulled him flush against his own, Jimin was
cold, very cold, he wasn't sick, but his skin was and it worried him. He could tell he was already
long asleep, Jimin didn't respond to his movements and didn't bat an eye.

“It's him. Isn't it?”

Yoongi slowly let go of Jimin, facing the other way instead.

 Twenty Six
Chapter Notes

a/n:
i'm busy with studies, so i'm sorry for not updating too often, i have 4 more on draft
and i might post 3 tonight!

It was cold once again.

The streets were damp with rain as the autumn breeze chilled those roaming outside.

Jimin shivered in his office, he was always prone to the cold, even if it was a sunny day the
continuous breeze would make him shiver the slightest bit. Jin refused to turn the heat up anymore,
for the simple reason that everyone else wasn't as cold as him and that he didn't want to break out
in hot flashes while moving around.

Jin adjusted his glasses as he read through his drafts, a pleasant vibe around him as he hummed a
tune to himself, Jimin noticed this.

“How are you so happy on such a depressing day? Is there something wrong with you?” Jimin
rubbed his algid fingertips.

He shook his head, “Not really. I just had a good breakfast.”

Jimin narrowed his eyes, seeing right through his best friend, “Good breakfast my ass, no one
wakes up good on a cold and gloomy day.”

“That's not what Yoongi told me.”

“Oh, so, am I right in saying that Namjoon made you breakfast then?” Jimin shot back slyly.

A paper ball was launched towards him, but it missed sorely.

“Can you not?! A-All he did was offer to take me home!”

Jimin rolled his eyes, “You're so dense- why can't you just admit that he's just interested in you- no
need to act like we're not straight here.”

Jin glared at him but he continued speaking, “I mean, come on, this is Kim Namjoon we're talking
about. The boss of a hitman agency in this city, cold hearted in all levels and can kill a hissing
roach just by looking, but here he is having obvious heart eyes for you.”

“Tch! S-Shut up! Don't jump ahead, you have Yoongi to worry about.”

Jimin looked up and smiled slightly, “Yoongi? Ah well… He loves me and... I really love him,
alot.”

Jin couldn't help but share Jimin’s smile as he looked off to daydream, he had never seen him so
happy and content for the longest time, it seemed that his real happiness was slowly coming back
and Jin couldn't be even more proud for the two. He made a mental note to thank Yoongi later on.

It was the last day of Jimin’s promotion for his latest project, he finished a book signing of the
manga adaptation of his webtoon this afternoon and was coming back later to the bookstore to see
how the sales went. He managed to get off work early and Jin offered to take him to the bookstore
as planned, he arrived and thanked Jin, scurrying off to see the featured novels up front. He
scanned for the simple pastel cover of his manga and picked up a copy, he smiled as he skimmed
through the scenes and how it printed well on the pages.

“Jiminnie?”

He didn’t dare look up from the book as his mind strayed from the pages, unconsciously
reminiscing and serving as a haunting reminder from the voicemail he had hallucinated a few
months ago.

“Don’t you ever get tired of being here? I’m pretty sure you read every single book and new
release already.”

Jimin abruptly shut the book in his hands and forced the thoughts away, he blinked as he realized
something wet dropped on his thumb.

“Why are you crying? Are you ok?” A deep voice awoke him from his trance.

He froze as a gentle hand turned his shoulder, the person’s eyes were coated with a familiar
concern, boring deep in his dark brown ones and tempting to pry his soul out. He looked taller than
before, his face had slimmed out and he looked more mature those big hands that encased his
shoulders were as warm as they were a lifetime ago. His slightly wavy hair wasn’t the silly looking
faded purple anymore, it was a shiny honey blonde with a tint of red, parted and held back by a red
bandana around his forehead.

No... it doesn’t make sense.

“Jiminnie?”

And then it clicked.

He wasn’t hallucinating at all, no, all of it was real and so was the person who so carefully
caressed his arms to comfort him. It all felt too familiar, as if he had stepped back in time once
again and had no way to come back to his reality.

“Are you ok? I’m sorry if I didn’t say anything any earlier. I came from just got back to the city
three months ago and I’ve been looking for you ever since. Our apartment is vacant too and I think
squatters live in there now.”

His breathing quickened, rendered speechless as pieces of dusty memories came crashing back.

"You’re so good for me, Jimin. You’re perfect." He was either full of filthy words or melting
honey coated words like this, his deep voice raspy, demanding and oozing with lust.

"So fucking beautiful, so good, so perfect- fuck, Jimin. I love you,”

There’s no in between, but Jimin likes it, loves it.

“Are you really alright? I’m back now, aren’t you happy? I came back for you.”

He broke the trance from the man’s stare and looked away with furrowed brows, swatting his
hands off of his arms, “I-I’m sorry you’re probably mistaking me for another person I don’t
recall… I-I don’t remember seeing anyone off.”

The man sighed, biting his lip, eyes downcast for a moment and looked back up at him. This time,
his eyes glazed with an unknown look within them, he stepped closer to Jimin and wrapped his
arms around his rigid frame and embraced him wholly, Jimin seemed to hold his breath as he spoke
carefully.

“Don’t you remember me, my love?” His head spun as his large hand raised to cup his cheek
lovingly, “I’m your fiancee, Jimin. I’m your future husband, Kim Taehyung.”

He shattered.

Help me. Please.

 Twenty Seven

No. No. Stop running away.

His fingers itched, he clenched his jaw and harshly shoved Taehyung off of him, the latter
staggered back surprised.

“You must be out of your fucking mind!” Jimin raised his voice, all the pent up confusion and
boiling anger in his system unexpectedly saved up for a moment like this, “Don't act like you didn't
fucking leave me and trashed whatever we had! It was all your fucking fault!”

Taehyung’s breaths came fast, his chest rising repeatedly as he scanned Jimin’s face, “I know. I
know you won't forgive me and I'm not asking for that-”

“Another chance isn't an option. It will never be. Because you and I… You’re just a mask and I'm
not loving anyone who doesn't exist to me.”

“You know you don't mean that.” Taehyung smirked as if he knew everything in the world, “The
past always comes back my love, what we had is nothing anyone else will ever experience.”

Jimin was by no means brainless, but it didn't take a smart person to see that Taehyung was
obviously stronger than him, yet he didn't budge and glared lasers at him as he stood closer again,
sizing him up, “Only we can love like this.”

Stop running away Jimin! Don’t you fucking dare!

Taehyung’s fingers traced his cheek then down to his jaw, “If you let me just once...”

Jimin’s eyes narrowed, his right hand swung, palm tingling and stinging as a red mark slowly
appeared on Taehyung’s cheek, a nice hard slap. He couldn't tell how long had passed when he
slowly turned to look at him and grabbed his wrist, a glint of fury in his brown eyes.

--

Could he get into a car accident right now? Yes.

Could he possibly die just because he was being a reckless driver? Definitely.

But Yoongi could care less as he jammed his foot on the gas, speeding through the torrential rain.
Luckily enough he had done this kind of thing too many times. He pushed open the glass doors of
the store and found Jimin being held by a stranger.

“Hands off of him. Now.”

He turned behind him to stare at the monotone, but deadly eyes of a hitman, his hand held Jimin’s
wrist in a death grip. Jimin tensed in his hold and pulled his hand away, moving towards Yoongi’s
outstretched arm. The stranger chuckled and scoffed, closing in on the hitman’s face, noses almost
touching.

“Jimin is mine and mine alone. Nobody will get in my way.” He grinned maliciously, “Especially
you.”

Jimin tugged on his hand and didn't spare the other a last glance, pulling Yoongi and leaving the
bookstore’s refuge. The rain was pouring as the hitman led him towards the car, but they could
care less because the rain somehow washed out the previous hostility- but Jimin’s true fear was
revealed.

“I’ll kill him. The next time I see that little fucker’s face- I’ll kill him with my own damn hands.”
Yoongi hissed as he slammed the door shut, not caring if he trashed and ruined the inside of his car
with his dripping clothes.

Jimin thought the same, kill him, yes, but could he himself do it? No, he can’t, he didn’t have the
heart to. Jimin had never actually killed anyone and Yoongi had definitely done so hundreds of
times in his job. Yet all he could think of was how Taehyung’s eyes dug deep in his soul,
extracting every last emotion and energy out of him, he recognized the yearning and the look of
confusion that once used to tug at his heart, the familiarity sparkling in his eyes as he looked at
him.

But all that was no more.

--

Yoongi said nothing as he drove back, his cold hands grasping the wheel while he stared ahead.
Their clothes were drenched, Jimin’s hair stuck to his forehead and dripped down his face and
neck as he entered the building. His now bleached blonde hair- done to mask his usual identity-
was slightly matted and dry, his casual clothes darkened from the rain. It was hard to believe that
he was a dangerous individual looking haggard like this, even more that he was also the source of
Jimin’s affections.

“Yoongi.”

No answer.

“Yoongi listen to me!” Jimin slightly raised his voice, but he made no attempt to acknowledge his
calls.

It hurts, he thought, there was only one way he could dispel the friction between them. Jimin had to
stand up for himself after drowning for years after Taehyung’s dreadful departure, he willed
himself to push all the pleasant memories of him away once more and wanted to reach for Yoongi.

The only person who cared enough even after the shit he put him through.

He looked down the whole walk towards the condo and trailed slightly behind Yoongi. It wasn't
till the door shut behind him, when Jimin gently held Yoongi’s shoulders, turning him and pulled
him backwards till his back hit the door. He raised his face to touch Yoongi’s forehead with his,
his fingers weaving in his wet hair and holding the back of his neck, shivering involuntarily as he
felt the cold emanate from his clothes.

Yoongi’s hands settled on Jimin’s sides as he stared at him intently, “I love you so much, so so
much Min Yoongi. Please don’t ever forget that.”

A smile adorned the hitman’s face, a smile that reassured him, made him feel safe, feel cared for
and loved. The thing he needed most after all the hectic things going on around him, it made him
think back to when he first met Yoongi, he hated him from the depths of his soul for being such a
prick at first and how he refused to do anything about it except pay him back for the bullets and
dirtied suit, but in the end it was all worth it. Especially when it came to this, a chapter in his story
that he so wanted to rip the pages out and burn them to oblivion, now it is rewritten and it was all
on Jimin to decide the next words.
“Look at me Yoongi.” Yoongi’s eyes were blank as he peered at him, “Taehyung is nothing, he
doesn’t exist, he’s dead to me-”

“Shut your mouth. I don’t wanna hear it.” And he kissed him, pulling him flush against his body as
Jimin wrapped his arms around his neck.

Yoongi held him firmly as if he was slipping- and he did feel like he really was slipping- turning
into putty from his lips and bold intimacy. He parted for a second and stood back, not breaking eye
contact as he shrugged off his soggy jacket and flung it somewhere behind him and held the shaky
Jimin once again. His lips left fiery trails all the way to the shell of his ear, Jimin bit his lip-
harshly- as Yoongi’s lips latched onto the skin of his neck. He did this repeatedly and Jimin’s legs
felt like noodles as he held him up against the wall and his body, panting and desperately stifling
the sounds stuck in his throat.

The stimulation was overwhelming and he shut his eyes to savor every bit of it. The way Yoongi’s
large hands held on his sides, how his fingers traced ticklish patterns under his damp shirt, the way
his lips bruised and marked his untouched neck until now, the nonexistent distance between them
and their heated bodies. Only clothes held them back and the two couldn’t get enough friction each
second.

“Hear you. Jimin. Let me hear your voice.” He mumbled in his ear, raspy voice, deep and
demanding.

He couldn’t help but release a pent up moan, crumbling within seconds.

“Such a hot mess,” Yoongi smirked as he slowly lifted up Jimin’s shirt, enjoying how flustered
Jimin looked, “did I do that?”

His wet hair was now sticking out in random directions, revealing his forehead and pink face, his
lips were swollen from the biting and kissing and Yoongi couldn’t help but feel good about riling
Jimin up this much. His hands grasped the hair on the back of Jimin’s head, gently tugging it back
to gain more access.

Yoongi placed light kisses on his milky neck, slowly becoming addicted to the sounds of pleasure
passing through Jimin’s lips and how he could barely hold himself up.

“Only I am allowed to see you like this,” He stated firmly, giving Jimin a heated stare, “touch you
like this and make you feel this way, understand?”

Jimin mumbled a breathless yes in his ear, “Good. Now let's make this night worth it babe.”
 Twenty Eight

Jimin yawned as he pushed back his dark hair out of his sights, his half-lidded eyes settling on the
open-mouthed sleeper on the couch.

“How cute...” He gently sat down beside him and turned on the TV, not caring to turn it down as
he knew the other slept like a rock.

An arm wrapped around his neck and shoulders, “Good morning babe.” His deeper than usual
morning voice never failed to surprise him.

Jimin smiled as he hooked his fingers with his hand, “Morning to you too stinky.”

“What…?”

The artist laughed, “You’re still in your work clothes Tae and you smell abominable from last
night.”

Taehyung smiled to himself and buried his nose on the side of Jimin’s head, smelling fresh linen
and soap from his hair and skin, his free hand gently grasping Jimin’s thigh.

“Mm I know, but I’m too lazy to wash up...” He whined, wrapping himself around Jimin, to which
he opposed with a crinkle of his nose and pushed his chest away.

“No no- go wash up- you smell like absolute shit and I already showered last night.”

Taehyung grinned as he turned Jimin’s head to look at him, “I will if you come in with me, then we
can wash up together!”

Jimin frowned and flicked his forehead earning soft teary-eyed glares in his direction.

“Tae don’t be lazy.”

“Ok but at least kiss me babe-”

“Oh no especially not, your morning breath is worse than boiled eggs now go cleanse yourself!”
Jimin imitated a begone gesture and forced Taehyung off the couch and into the bathroom.

“But I’ll get lonely-”

“Kim Taehyung, no.” Jimin raised a brow at him seriously, which Taehyung winked at.

He loved it whenever Jimin was stern even though he knew how he would become putty in his
hands at any given time, he made a hell of a bottom in Taehyung’s opinion.

Jimin didn’t realize it, but he had been watching for at least an hour and half now and not once
has he heard the stink Taehyung come out of the bathroom yet, or maybe he just hasn’t noticed
after being absorbed into the TV for a while now.

“Tae.” He called and waited for an answer, “Tae!”

Jimin furrowed his brows. it’s not like he could have tripped and drowned in the shower, or maybe
he slipped on a puddle of soap and busted his head on the sink- the thought terrified Jimin for a
literal second, but he would have heard it if he did slip or stumble. Plus Taehyung was an adult, he
could handle himself just fine- or maybe not- depending on whatever the hell was running in his
mind.

Out of curiosity, he silently padded off the carpeted lounge and pressed his ear on the closed
bathroom door, no noise, not even the running or splashing of water. He proceeded to knock on the
door and called Taehyung again, being careful to not fully open the door too quickly.

Jimin saw an arm dangling off the side of the tub and panicked as he pushed the door fully open
this time. A wave of relief washed over him when he saw Taehyung, his clothes were still on, his
white shirt was soaked and stuck on his torso and shoulders, the tips of his hair clumped in strips
and dripped with water. Taehyung laid in the tub, his head leaning back on the tiled wall as he
snored softly.

“Jesus Taehyung, look at you.” Jimin shook his head, “How do you even fall asleep like this?”

He pulled on his wet wrist and tugged him awake, his eyes opened slowly and perfectly adjusted to
the light around him.

“Hm?”

Jimin chuckled, “You fell asleep in the tub, idiot, and you still have clothes on. Really Tae? Can
you please properly clean up so I don’t have to babysit.”

His eyes blankly trailed towards Jimin, not a trace of emotion in them until he suddenly broke into
his rectangle smile.

“I could’ve drowned and all you say is so you don’t have to babysit? I’m so injured by your words
my love.”

The latter finally obliged to washing up right only if Jimin would join him, a heavy sigh and a
slump of Jimin’s shoulders told him the answer, but he knew he couldn’t reject the offer. The
shower wasn’t a mere clean up and nor was it just sex, but it was somewhere in between. The past
few weeks Taehyung had suddenly become busier and so was Jimin with his endless deadlines, so
they didn’t even have an hour of time for each other in the weekends, it was mostly Jimin coming
home in the first hours of early morning and being asleep till 2 in the afternoon, which was when
Taehyung left to continue his studies at his university.

Unfair and conflicting, but no one could help it, Jimin was an aspiring webtoon artist while
Taehyung was a growing businessman in the market desperately finding time for each other.

A fictional plot of sorts.

He studied day in and day out, even when he watched TV he would unconsciously pull his phone
out and Jimin would subtly observe him going through the various pdf’s of case studies, data
collections and various analyses of them. His nose was always in the news whenever possible and
also the minute fluctuations of the stock market- a real adult even if he was just a bit younger than
Jimin and he adored that. The only thing Jimin drew from Taehyung’s marketing and business
major was his visual professionalism.

Because Kim Taehyung dressed in a heat pressed suit or a turtleneck and specs was hot diggity
dog and it was all of his to appreciate, love and have.

He hated it whenever girls eyed him when he left the university, or take him out for his lunch break
at the nearby donut shop, Jimin simply became unnecessarily close and touchy and Taehyung
absorbed his love and reciprocated it anyways.

Towards the ending of Taehyung’s studying, he was finally about to get his degree on marketing in
a month’s time. Jimin shook inside excitedly because the winter months were also around the
corner, which meant his 6th Christmas with him was in a breezy few months as well. Although he
was tired, Jimin stayed up ever since he got home at 2 in the morning today and simply did random
things or ate from time to time until Taehyung came home, it was 10 in the evening as he finished a
bowl of Coco Puffs -because he didn’t feel like reheating leftovers- when he heard the jingling of
keys outside the apartment door.

He beamed as a familiar figure came into view, but jumped when the door was suddenly slammed
so hard that the walls shook. Taehyung’s face was blank and passive, he tossed his coat on an
empty couch and speed-walked into the bedroom- slamming that door shut too.

Jimin instantly worried, he never liked assuming the worst but it was etched in his nature. Did he
fail something? Had someone criticized him the way he didn’t like? Did someone pick a fight with
him? Or worse, was he rejected of his degree out of nowhere?

He carefully padded towards the door and knocked softly, “Tae can we talk for a minute?”

That same silence permeated the whole floor, except it was deafening and ominous. This same
occurrence stretched for over a week and at first Jimin let him be, thinking that it was eventually
going to pass and then he’ll most likely run to him to rant about it, but he had never seen Taehyung
so intertwined with something for this long.

And he decided that he had enough of Taehyung’s childish tantrums.

“Yah Kim Taehyung!” Jimin raised his voice at him as he dropped his bag and coat on the couch,
“What the hell is wrong with you?”

For once the younger turned to look at him, a deep glare was directed at him for the first time
ever.

“What?”

Jimin narrowed his eyes as he stood to face him, “I should be asking you that, can you stop being
so childish and talk to me, you’re not the only one who’s upset here.”

Taehyung sighed and rolled his eyes, “Don’t worry about it, it’s just the business.”

“‘The business’ am I supposed to not worry about something I have no idea about? You’ve been
slamming doors for the past week it can’t just be ‘business’”

He crossed his arms, his usually soft eyes looking into Jimin as if he was a nuisance, “Can you let
me live my fucking life please, stop being so damn selfish, you’re not the only thing important in
my life too.”

And that actually fucking stung, but Jimin seethed nonetheless.

“I am letting you live your damn life Taehyung- because you’re own life is screwing mine up too-
why don’t you stop being so damn conceited and use your mouth to speak for once. I am fucking
worried about you and you don’t say shit to me or tell me anything, why the hell is that so bad?!”

At this Taehyung laughed, not a humorous laugh, but a laugh that was coated with mockery.
“Well news flash Park Jimin- I don’t need your worrying nor do I need your words because I can
handle myself just fucking fine, just stop sticking your nose in my business alright?”

Jimin chewed on his lip, his ears burning in rage as he returned Taehyung’s deep set glare.

“Kim Taehyung I’m your fiancé, it is my damn job to worry and offer words even if it’s useless,
why can’t you just be fucking simple and tell me what it is?”

Maybe at this point he would have regretted asking that, both of their patience was at its last straw
and Jimin was sure as hell not conceding to him this time. He wanted this hell to end before it even
started, but not in the way he expected it to.

“You wanna know so bad?” Taehyung stepped closer to him, his voice low and threatening, “I’m
leaving ok? I’m leaving this damn hellhole and you’re getting in my way.”

His throat dried.

“I need this opportunity and I am sure as hell not letting go of it just because you wanna ‘worry’.
Don’t you get it already? I wanna be successful by myself, you’re wasting your time worrying
about me. I don’t need you Jimin, all this shit?! It’s just for fun- I never cared anyways, I just
needed a distraction, all this is nothing Jimin so stop being so fucking dramatic.”

Jimin glared at him with contempt and hate for the first time.

Taehyung sparked a fire and Jimin had fueled it to burn everything into oblivion.
 Twenty Nine
Chapter Summary

"Two bullets and a dirty suit?"

"No. Two lovers and a beautiful day."

“Namjoon I made contact.”

The phone clicked.

The day Yoongi was waiting for, he stared out into the dark hours of dawn and pulled a thin black
sweater on with comfortable black pants, the kind of pants that hadn’t aged ever since he had
received it from Namjoon. He didn’t do as much rough field work as Hoseok, which was why his
gear nearly wasn’t as worn as Hoseok’s.

Yet once he pushed the final length of his belt past the loop, something tugged him lightly from
behind, there Jimin stood with a frown on his face and eyebrows set together to match it. His
hoodie- or actually Yoongi’s hoodie- was creased here and there, his ruffled hair now an amusing
bubblegum pink while Yoongi’s remained its impenetrable jet black.

Jimin slightly shivered as he felt a slight breeze go by his legs, he wore shorts to sleep and now
that he came out of his blanket cocoon, the warmth doused him like water to fire.

“Yoon.”

“Jimin, sleep.”

“No. I don’t want to.”

“I didn’t ask you.”

“You’re not my father Min Yoongi.”

Sigh.

Jimin did indeed sleep like a log, but obviously he had been awakened for the lack of Yoongi’s
warm body around him, the blanket was not enough to satiate his nighttime necessities.

“It’s important business, kiddo, go sleep and I’ll be back before you know it.”

“But. What if I want to know? What then? Yoongi you’re… you’re scaring me a little you know.”

And so Jimin turned around, feeling slightly dejected and although a bit upset with himself. This
whole time Yoongi seemed to hold power over him while Jimin couldn’t even convince Yoongi
about what he wanted to know.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s just the business.”

It had always been like this, he was always kept in the dark. It was what Jimin feared the most, he
hated being the second choice, but this time he understood the circumstances. He wasn’t dealing
with Taehyung anymore, he was dealing with Yoongi, a different breed of danger, a different kind
of thrill and mystery, the kind that dealt with life and death at the hands of revenge.

Yoongi pulled his sleeves to his forearms and reached his hand out to touch Jimin’s head, the boy
in question stopped and turned around, raising a brow at him. And all Yoongi did was smile, he
simply cocked his head to the side just the slightest bit and showed Jimin his small, toothless
smile. Jimin was impossibly flustered, oddly enough, the rosiness on his neck rising to his cheeks,
he felt thankful for the lack of sunlight filtering through the windows at this time.

“I promise I’ll come back, I promise I’ll text you- or spam or call you- once today’s over with. You
have my word and I also promise Namjoon won’t stop me from doing all I need to do for today.”

Those same bright brown eyes that sparked with ferocity and sadness gleamed at him, or maybe
Yoongi imagined it, but it was impossibly beautiful to him and he couldn’t take his own dark eyes
away for the life of him. Jimin didn’t admit it, but a simple thing as that made him overjoyed, his
cheeks warmed, the tips of his fingers tingled as it gravitated around Yoongi’s hand on his head.

He gently took his hand and intertwined his fingers with the hitman’s long ones, his other hand
laying over the back of it. Yoongi’s smile only widened as he slowly pulled the boy close and
buried his face in his hair- it smelled of vanilla and sugar mixed with the fresh linen scent Yoongi
seemed to carry with him. He raised his head slightly to press a long kiss on the top of his head and
then on his forehead, Jimin shut his eyes and relished the moment for a few minutes, loving the
way his warmth practically traveled to his cold figure.

“Just promise me one thing too,”

At this, Jimin stared up at Yoongi, listening to his hushed raspy voice intently.

“That you’ll wait for me. And know that I’ll be there, like always, hm?”

Jimin drew close and leaned on Yoongi’s chest, slowly inhaling his untainted natural scent, “I’ll
wait then.”

Since three this morning, Jimin had been feeling anxious, he stared at the silent clock on the wall
as it counted down the hours, down to the minutes and then seconds. His leg shook up and down
as he leaned on his palm.

Four more minutes and my ass is out of here…

Jimin decided to be a little dumb and finish all the edited manuscripts for the day, making his next
drafts and drawing the following scenes, which now led him to suffering the last few minutes of
work like this. Yes, four minutes wasn’t much at all, but purposely waiting like this made minutes
feel like eons.

He looked around and peeked a bit past his cubicle walls and pulled his phone out, he resisted the
urge to tap the Message app and instead skimmed through his statistics from the last release. Jimin
jumped when his phone vibrated, a dropdown notification showed a text notification from none
other than Yoongi himself and marked exactly at 4:30 P.M.
‘3 minutes tops. I’ll b there,’

He stood up quickly and pushed his glasses on his face, shoving his phone in his pocket and
making a quick routine fix of his desk. He shoved the folders and his tablet in his bag, slinging it
over his shoulder and making a bee line for the elevator, his toe tapped impatiently as the elevator
seemed to want to play with his feelings, stopping at two floors before getting to the ground floor.

Once the doors revealed the main lobby, he sped walked out and Yoongi’s black car was already
sitting outside the glass doors of the entrance. He fastened his pace an opened the car door, Yoongi
then looked up from his watch, amusement glinting in his eyes.

“Three minutes and 43 seconds. Hmm.”

“Shut up-” Jimin huffed as his ankles stung of lactic acid, “The damn elevator decided to take its
time ok, not me.”

“All I said was the time, no need to get so sassy, it’s not like I said to hurry up, or maybe you’re
really just that eager to see me?”

Jimin’s hand made a chopping motion and his lip curled in fake anger, “Don’t make me regret it.”

“You won’t, princess, we’re eating out for today. To my favorite place.”

Because Yoongi simply wanted to, he felt like eating somewhere with Jimin, for no particular
reason. His favorite place just so happened to be the same breakfast-diner joint where they first
butted heads. The hitman would never forget the look of desperation and crumbling will Jimin’s
eyes held when he stared at the steaming scrambled eggs, sausages and hash browns.

Yoongi ordered the same exact thing, twice, one for him and the other for Jimin. The boy suddenly
snorted and grinned, recognizing the small meal presented to him and eating it precariously.

“Two bullets and a dirty suit?”

Yoongi shook his head, Jimin’s heart fluttered as his smile appeared yet again.

“No. Two lovers and a beautiful day.”

 Chapter 30

His breathing softened as he gazed at the people from far away, Jimin went home early from work
today and specifically today for a specific reason. A bit too soon after Yoongi’s charming little
lunch date, he received a call from his work phone, usually it would be an inquiry or interview
from someone who found his work fascinating.

Jimin picked it up without looking at the little screen that typed out the name of the caller ID;
which was ‘Lovely Boy’.

“Assistant Editor Park speaking, how may I be of service?”

The line was silent for about three seconds and then, “Jiminnie?”

The voice was deep and mellow, very pleasant to the ears, smooth yet rugged with sweetness and
warmth.

“What do you want?”

“To see you again. Jimin I want to talk, I want to know if we can still work this out somehow.”

Jimin looked around warily, lowering his voice to a hiss, “Talk or see? Two different things, I
don’t have a lot of time…”

He was about to say ‘Tae’, the nickname he always had for him that rung with such deep
endearment, but now only a grayed and destroyed past, he stopped himself in time.

“Then I’ll only take a bit of your time, hear me out Jimin. Outside our usual spot at two.”

Jimin hung up after that, intent on finally resolving his dilemma, he couldn’t deny how he reacts
whenever he saw Taehyung or even just imagined his face as of recently. It still hurt to see that
face resurface after bearing so much hate and contempt towards him, now it held no trace of
malice towards him like before, only mysticism and the underlying glint of danger.
The sky was gray as if mirroring his aura, the cool breeze ruffling his pink hair as he pushed his
hands in his hoodie pocket, Yoongi’s hoodie. The brown and crusty leaves scraped along the
cement as he slid off the cab, hastily paying the man some cash and walking off to the ‘usual spot’.
The usual spot was Taehyung’s favorite place to be, he enjoyed the outdoors and picnics, so it was
this specific tree just by the rusted railing of the small duck pond. As he neared the tree, a figure
was already waiting for him there.

That same shiny honey blond still glistened even under the ominous gray clouds, it was messy yet
somehow neatly fixed on his head, gently ruffled by the cooling autumn breeze. Jimin stood no
less than four feet away from Taehyung, facing him a bit, the other chuckled.

“What?”

Taehyung smiled a bit, “Your hair, it’s cute.”

“Thanks I guess, time is running, spill it.”

Taehyung’s face slowly molded blankly as he walked just a little closer, “Did you tell him?”

“No. It doesn’t concern him.”

The other scoffed, “So you don’t trust him?”

“Don’t pit me against him, our problem is our problem. I trust him way more now than I have ever
trusted you back then. Stop wasting my time.” Jimin avoided his eyes and stared straight ahead at
the duck pond.

Taehyung feigned to be hurt, “You’re so cruel Jiminnie, all I want is for us to forget everything that
has happened, to start over again. After all, I finally found you after all this time and I haven’t lost
my love for you since.”

That’s not what you told me last time you piece of shit.
Jimin narrowed his eyes, “For one, stop calling me ‘Jiminnie’ it’s old and annoying and I can’t
stand it as much as you. I don’t want to start over, what we had is always going to be what we had,
I have a future now and I don’t need you in it, I don’t love you like you think I do Kim Taehyung.”

At this, the lanky man frowned and sighed, he nodded silently and looked at Jimin, “I know what I
said, I remember it like it was yesterday. But that’s the past. All that is over and done with, forget
the anger and all the resentment. I’m here now Park Jimin and I love you so damn much.”

Lies, you’re full of shit and I can’t stand it.

Taehyung stepped closer to Jimin, his hand coming up to carefully caress Jimin’s cold and rosy
cheek. He turned away, but Taehyung remained undeterred, he chuckled dryly and the older looked
at him oddly.

“All I ask for is one last time Jimin, just one.”

And Jimin made the mistake of making eye contact with those bright brown eyes of his, for a
moment it was quiet, the background and the ambience had all faded as he stared at those beautiful
brown eyes after so many years- and he was undoubtedly caught- if only for that single moment.

Taehyung slowly tilted his head as he drew close, the steam of his warm breath dancing around
Jimin’s lips, as his own slowly connected with Jimin’s. It was slow, sweet and all so warm like it
had been so many years ago, his eyes shut as he could only relish in the feeling of Taehyung’s soft
lips caressing his own. How easily they melded, how right it felt at the moment, how he
instinctively nipped at Jimin’s lip like he always had and quickly replaced it with his tongue.

His blood ran cold.

Eyes jolting open as he shoved Taehyung away, the back of his hand harshly wiping away anything
left of Taehyung’s warmth on it, now replaced by the dry chilly wind.

“Don’t ever do touch me again, Taehyung.”

Jimin anxiously waited outside the doors and smiled slowly as Yoongi’s car pulled in once again,
he quickly opened the door and plopped right on, reaching over to place an innocent kiss on his
cheek.

“How’s today?”

The artist shrugged, “Ok, I finished all my work early so I just watched random videos and dramas
on YouTube.”

Yoongi raised an eyebrow at this, but nonetheless drove, Jimin usually had deadlines stacked right
on top of each other. This was an odd occurrence, but then again the coming of the holidays in the
next month or so is prompting people to go on vacations or take off of work, maybe that’s why he
suddenly gained time.

“How’s your last publication going? I didn’t get a word from Seokjin these past few weeks.”

Jimin laughed at that, “For some reason I don’t see him every single day like before, maybe he’s
becoming tardy and lazy like me now, he didn’t begin his shift till an hour before I got off today,
Seokjin isn’t exactly the most proactive when working during the evening.”

And suddenly Yoongi knew why, yet he only grinned to himself and looked at the other boy with a
glint of humor in his dark eyes.

“Tardy and lazy you say? That doesn’t seem anything like Seokjin at all.”

Once they arrived at the condo, Jimin headed straight for the room as he announced that he was
going to get cleaned up. Again, Yoongi frowned a bit, it’s not as if it wasn’t normal for him to
wash up, usually Jimin would just throw his sweater off and sleep in his pants and undershirt for
the night. In which Yoongi thought was disgusting, but Jimin argued that he only sits during work
anyway and occasionally goes somewhere to eat.

He entered the room and Yoongi could already hear the shower turned on, Jimin’s work clothes
were tightly balled up in the laundry basket in the corner.

What now Jimin, what now.

Yoongi’s eyes narrowed, but he walked out to prepare two cups of coffee to settle down for the
night. Jimin came out the shower wearing Yoongi’s striped sweater and jogging pants, he gently
dried his pastel hair a bit and sat cross legged on the edge of the bed. Yoongi held up the steaming
mug of coffee towards him, Jimin waved it off softly with a smile.

“It’s fine, I already had some earlier.”

Despite that, Jimin always drank coffee in the evening, or maybe it was just his mood today.

The hitman nodded as he sipped his own, watching Jimin under his lashes, “Oh. Really, when?”

“Ate some pastries and a huge cup of iced coffee around 2, so lunch was kinda filling today.”

Yoongi turned around to gently place the mug on the side table, his back turned to Jimin for a few
seconds, “I thought your lunch was 12:30?”

Jimin silently panicked for a split second and turned away, even if Yoongi couldn’t see his face.

“Yeah but I decided to eat out later, since I wasn’t in a rush or anything, all my work was done
after all.”

He easily answered, it seemed Yoongi didn’t have to give any effort in trying to find out his alibi.

“Nice nice, where’d you go to eat? Was it any good?”

Jimin nodded as he rolled on his back, “Coffee Project, they made more additions to the menu
too.”

At this, the hitman stopped his movements and craned his head to the side to stare at Jimin, “That
place is half a mile away from your workplace. Why go there when there’s already a coffee shop a
few minutes away?”

The artist couldn’t miss Yoongi’s sharp and curious gaze as he licked his lips and shrugged,
“Heard from a coworker it was a good there, I just wanted to try it out.”

“Hm. But you said they made more additions to the menu, clearly you’ve been there numerous
times.”

It was then that the hitman finally gave Jimin a look, a very suspicious look, a look that made
Jimin’s hands just a little clammy.

“Ok yes- I left work early to catch up with my new supervisor and apprentice, Jeon Jungkook.” He
lied simply, “It’s only recently we were able to talk through his hectic schedules, all I knew was
that he got promoted when I left for a while, so he offered to catch up with me.”

Jimin stared at him intently, Yoongi seemed to buy it.

“Let’s go out.”

He blinked and was obviously confused, but Yoongi spoke again, “Let’s go somewhere tonight,
Jimin.”

The two wasted no time in preparing, it’s not as if they were really rushing, but the daunting sight
of the sun being completely gone at such an early hour prompted them to act fast. Yoongi wanted
to have time to spend for once, to sacrifice the rest that he wanted more than needed to be with
Jimin. Most of the time he’d only come home to Jimin already sleeping or half-awake with his hair
cutely ruffled about and glasses sitting crooked on his nose. They spent those nights talking most
of the time, laughing or giggling and at times drinking the whiskey the hitman kept hidden.

Yoongi turned away to go back to the kitchen once again, he stared at the black coffee in the mug
then proceeded to pour it down the drain.

Such little time is left, Park Jimin.

 Chapter 31

The hitman awoke, eyes slowly opening and blinking in the blotchy darkness of his room. Jimin
faced away from him and enclosed a pillow in a fetal position, breathing softly, sound asleep and
away from the stresses of the day.

Yoongi’s phone kept vibrating by his head, he made a point to keep his alarm a bit lower and
closer to him so as not to awake the other. He picked it up and swiped it off, 0305, it was still pitch
black out save for the city lights.

He instinctively moved around the bedroom quietly, as if he was in one of his tasks. Now was not
the time to be sentimental, if he was to get the assignment done successfully then he must keep his
focus. Yoongi worried that Jimin would awake to the sound of a shower, but worried less when he
remembered the sleeping pill he dropped in the whiskey that he drunk after coming from a fruitful
evening date.

So when he came out the bathroom in his field operative gear, Jimin was still splayed out,
comfortably snoring silently with his lips slightly parted. Yoongi looked away as quick as possible,
now was not the time to be sentimental. He picked up the rifle case leaning inside the small closet
by his front door, blood rushing suddenly, the drug ring leaders were gathering today and he had to
be there to finish it once and for all.

He found his target- albeit a hunch- Namjoon found out he was right, the reports spoke of a
sheltered person of some sort. The target had left the country 5 years ago, became a ghost under
surveillance and went into hiding, he came back not too long ago. After striking a successful deal
with Russian arms and an open-port agreement with Taiwan, now back to hit the cartels and drug
supply. The only deal left was to grasp one of the biggest pharmaceutical centers in South Korea,
his blackened monopoly along the eastern seaboard would basically be secured, extending to the
US in a month’s time.

Yoongi willed himself to look at Jimin one last time, he dropped his free hand to caress the side of
his face and hair, pressing a long kiss on his temple.

“Wish me luck. I’ll be back, Park Jimin.”

¬¬¬¬

Once the clocks hit 10, the hitman’s phone was being blown up with missed calls and texts, most
of which coming from Jimin and a few reassuring replies from Seokjin.
“Pretty boy again?”

Yoongi nudged the younger’s elbow, Hoseok only shook his head, “Whipped, that’s what you are.
Who would’ve thought you’d be soft like this. You need to be careful.”

Yoongi steeled at his words, Hoseok was positive of course, but he also never lied or beat around
the bush. His words cut deep into what became of Yoongi and Jimin this past year. Hoseok’s eyes
narrowed, eyebrow slightly raising.

“He shouldn’t be dragged into this, this was no one’s deal but ours, I hope you regret what you’ve
done now.”

Yoongi clenched his jaw as he scrutinized the CCTV capture on the paper, “Goes by the alias
Vante, head of operations of the Russian arms deal, affiliated with O’One and Xcelsis and took
part in the Taiwanese port openings, if he succeeds he might as well take the U.S with him. Gotta
say, he’s making risky truces, most of these affiliations are phantoms.”

“Which is why we’re bringing him down pronto, he’s the golden boy. O’One has heavy enforcers
and smaller branches of security, and Xcelsis? Bogies as far as the eye can see. We’re sorely
outnumbered two to 300, this is a suicide mission Min Yoongi. Even Namjoon is considering
himself an expendable for this.”

A suicide, it resonated within Yoongi.

A static rustle repeated in his ear, he heard Namjoon’s voice come in on cue.

“Take your spots operatives, do not forget to look out for the white and orange patches those are
our pins.” Hoseok scoffed at this.

“Tch… Coups and his men can get blown up for all I care, it’s our task. Enemy of the enemy is our
friend? You’re kidding me Joon, there’s no way I’m going down there. Not even to speak to their
expert drone kid.”

“Seok take it easy, we all know the kid is good at it, age is of no matter. Maintain focus.”
Another voice dropped in their radio channel, the two cringed at the slight ring.

“-that’s right. No age discrimination here boys, we’ve all come for a single purpose, 8 will do you
no harm Hoseok, speaking isn’t in his checklist anyway.” The raspy voice singsonged.

Hoseok gritted his teeth at the young leader’s cocky voice, he briefly tuned himself out the channel
and looked at Yoongi sharply.

“I can’t believe Joon really sold us with SVT, we don’t need kids butting in our business.”

Yoongi only glanced at him for a moment, seeing a bright red dot straight towards his left shoulder,
he looked straight across and heard a voice come in the earpiece.

“Better watch out for your buddy’s mouth there Yoongs, Vante isn’t our only priority here.” He
recognized that odd twang anywhere, SVT’s other Shenzhen operative, Jun, was perched to the
building diagonal from them.

Hoseok used his sniper scope to look at him, a shit-eating grin on the boy’s face as he playfully
made a finger gun towards his shoulder then folding his thumb as if shooting.

“ETA is 47 seconds, Vante is on sight, turning left on the lane. Keep your eyes and ears peeled,
Vernon are you there?” Yoongi watched intently as the black sedan pulled in, containing his target.

“Affirmative, I set the emergency jammers on the gates and live feed. The8 deployed his bugs,
Woozi is nested in their channel, Won has full control of the site’s surveillance and escape routes.”

Yoongi and Hoseok had to remember each voice and position of SVT’s members. He admitted that
they were rather skilled for a ragtag bunch of runaways and juveniles, the thirteen of them worked
smoothly from the records he pulled up from them. Only two of their cases had ever been
compromised for the three years they’ve been active, Hoseok would never own up to it as he had
never failed and had several close calls during his duties, he absolutely despised having outside
affiliations like this.

SVT was cyber terrorist organization, the file keepers of the underground market if you will, it was
already hard enough for Namjoon to put out a truce. The hitmen and the cyber terrorists both
struggled to get a hold of Vante and his influence for the last five years, Hoseok and Yoongi knew
fully well this was a deal that stood on ice. A small dispute was deadly on all three sides of the
task.

“Contact, Vante has three with him. Tailing him right now. Two armed in the vehicle, one hard
scope on northwest 7th floor, two on the 4th, and three across the field.” The soft spoken Chinese
drone boy tuned in, “Stuns deployed on command…”

Hoseok stared through his scope, watching the men with long sniper rifles in their hands. Yoongi
silently tailed the mob of men a few yards away, blending in with the other operatives and
strangers at the lobby

He heard a ‘standby’ then a countdown from two, The8’s laser bugs were being deployed as he
walked through the corridors, eyes sharply surveying each face and every turn of the building.

“-Vante reached the east corridor, we’re entering the hot spot as we speak.” Vernon spoke.

Another came through, a very deep voice, “O’One has three pins, Hwang, Park and Lai… and
Xcelsis… has none. Not even their speaker came.”

Yoongi slightly bristled at this info, something was off, but he let the information flood in as he
joined in the compacted committee inside the large conference room. His suit had a forged O’One
drug-runner patch subtly stuck on his collar, a temporary insignia of the gang was also done on the
side of his middle finger for deeper measures.

A large chandelier lit the room, the darkening sky making the hall even brighter. Yoongi’s eyes
sharply surveyed the room, the double doors opened suddenly and everyone parted as a feeling of
apprehension overtook the hall. The unmistakable Vante walked right in with his three bodyguards,
Yoongi eyed Hansol and Junhui who trailed at the small mob Vante took with him, they subtly
nodded to acknowledge Yoongi’s presence.

The one who he recognized, practically burning his face in his brain, as Vante instantly grinned
like a child. He picked up a glass of wine from the neat set up on the centerpiece, raising it in
acknowledgement.

“Greetings my comrades, it is nice to meet you all-”

Vante’s eyes scanned every individual in the room, even nodding at his own men, “Those of you
who may not know who I am, my name is Kim Taehyung- you may also know me as Vante. A
pleasure to finally come back home, hm?”
 Chapter 32
Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Jimin woke up with a small jolt, the left side of the bed was cold and empty, his awareness
instantly shooting up.

“Yoongi?” He called, no one answered.

His phone went off beside him and he jumped in his spot, he instantly unlocked it to see a video
message from Yoongi. A part of him felt relieved, but the rest felt a cold apprehension that dug
itself deep in his bones.

Jimin hesitantly tapped the play icon on the thumbnail.

Hey, Park Jimin.

There was not a trace of a smile or that teasing glint in his eyes, he even addressed him by his full
name, making his anxiety worse. Yoongi looked at his watch and held his wrist towards the
camera, it was 5 am on the dot, he began to speak again.

As of right now, I cannot tell you where I am, but I’m recording this two hours after I left. You
know that there is a task that Namjoon has been following me up with the past few months-

Jimin swallowed as he listened.

-the brunt of the task is really coming down on us right now. I can’t gage how bad the
circumstances are, this is a Class A task, do you know what that means?

Yoongi stared at the camera as if waiting for Jimin’s answer, he instinctively muttered a hushed
‘no’.

This means that I’m an expendable right now, I’m going out there as a field agent to put an end to
the crime ring that’s been pulling the feds…

He paused, looking down for a second. Jimin’s throat dried as he stared helplessly at the video
rolling on.

I’ll be working with a few more people during this assignment, but they’re also in the line of fire.
Namjoon is with us as we speak. I cannot back out of this one, this is a one-shot kill and there’s no
other way to end it. If I fail and I know won’t, my target escapes and will never be seen again, then
we all go down one by one-

Jimin’s breath hitched as he forced himself to absorb his words.

-Namjoon and three others will be heading the operation, they’ll be leading me into the minefield
to get a clear shot at this guy…

It was as if he held something back, but he chewed his lip momentarily, staring at the camera, at
Jimin, at his soul for what seemed like a minute.

I made you a promise Jimin- that I will come back and I keep that now still-

Yoongi shifted closer to the camera, staring pensively.

Once I come back there in a couple weeks, I’ll bring home the most expensive vodka I’ll ever come
across and we’ll get drunk celebrating- I’ll be there with you. We’ll sit by the window early
morning, whenever you want, and we’ll sit here and drink whiskey, talk, cry, or probably make out
if you want. Then you can lean on me and I’ll be here till you fall asleep, right?

His resolve broke when he finished that lingering question, but he nodded along as if saying yes
directly to Yoongi. It was then that the hitman finally cracked his small reassuring smile at the
camera.

I’ll be there in no time. Just promise me to look after yourself while I’m gone, eat right, don’t
overwork yourself and listen to Seokjin hm?
 He licked his lips and leaned even closer with his forearms.

I love you Park Jimin, that’s one thing I’ve always been sure about, don’t forget that. Till then, I’ll
see you soon.

Just like that, those 20 minutes finally ended, weighing heavily on Jimin’s chest. Yet, he forced
himself to have faith on Yoongi, it was true, he always kept to his word and it was the one thing
that kept him holding on to the blind faith presented to him by Yoongi’s video.

He forced the tears back with another harsh swallow, tilting his head back and blinking. Jimin
exhaled shakily, chewing on his lip as he played with the hem of the sweater, the one that belonged
to Yoongi.

Truthfully the sweater itself was worth nothing to him, but it was of value because it kept Yoongi’s
scent and vibe safely around him. It comforted just a little, but he couldn’t shake off the weight in
his chest as he readied for the day.

“I’ll be waiting, Min Yoongi.”

Chapter End Notes

a/n:

listen y'all
i made a lame yoongi video message edit if y'all want the link lmao
 Thirty Three
Chapter Summary

A silencing pop bounces against the marble walls and pillars of the hall, a deafening
ring splits into the hitman’s ears. Vante’s body slowly slumps to his knees and falling
on his side limply, but the hitman’s heart hitches only for a moment.

Low gasps filled the fancied men and women of the conference, ‘-he’s so young that can’t be-’, ‘-
that’s just a pawn, that kid cannot be Vante.’ Yoongi heard whispers all over the place, but their
eyes remained glued to the handsome lanky boy who really was Vante, his target and source of his
personal vengeance.

Yoongi shuffled silently among the back of the crowd, aware of his surroundings and keeping his
eyes trained on Vante. He looked to be enjoying himself, speaking good-heartedly with a few of the
pleated businessmen who decided to greet him personally. It seemed the old heads already had ill
intent once they saw Vante, thinking that he was most likely a pushover as most pointed out.

He sauntered closer towards the centerpiece of the hall and lifted a glass, his men slightly pushed
outwards around him and the people silenced once more. Vante raised his glass of champagne and
began.

“As you’ve all heard I have finally negotiated with Russia and Taiwan. Mr. Sokolov has been so
gracious in agreeing with my terms and I do hope we all do the same,” He noticeably thumbed the
ring on his pointer finger, Yoongi recognized it immediately.

From far away he could see the raised silver engravings and the colorful stones that adorned the
bird of prey, it’s silvery wings spanned across his finger. That was the Sokolov’s exclusive ranking
markers, how Vante obtained one without losing a leg or an eye was beyond Yoongi’s imagination.
The Sokolov’s also dealt with one of the largest American weapons magnate so to speak, headed
by someone of the surname Seo, that was a case he had to hop on afterwards. It was overseas,
meaning more manpower on Namjoon’s side- for now that wasn’t his focus.

Yoongi centered his vision on Vante, following O’One’s mob as planned, until one of the
figureheads stopped them at a slightly isolated area. He recognized the speaker as Hwang
Minhyun, the stone faced third-in-command of said organization.

“Wait for Lai’s signal on the other end, there’s no room for slip-ups, we will walk out with what is
ours.”

“Did you hear that? Head Park mentioned something about Operation Undivided, this is bad.”

The hitman’s eyes narrowed at the words buzzing in his ear, Seungcheol spoke apprehensively for
the first time, “Operation Undivided are their personal dealings with Xcelsis, we sabotaged this
case last year- Han what are you picking up so far?”

“Zilch. Vante’s room is completely cleaned of any documents, readings even show no recent
presences, handprints, Dino and I found a burnt pile of crisp in the trash. I presume it’s crucial to
him, but I can’t say what else to expect. Operation Undivided was confirmed closed until today.
We’re walking on ice.”

Namjoon’s voice buzzed through the static this time, “As you all have heard, act according to plan
unless the Birdies say anything.”

Without warning, Yoongi saw Vante casually slip away towards the hall, “-I’m tailing him, Woozi
you got eyes on me?”

“Positive, target’s heading to the east hall, there’s people lingering so it should be relatively easy to
follow him.”

“With caution, Yoongs, don’t get carried away.” Hoseok buzzed in, “I’m coming from the opposite
hall. He has men on standby at the east balcony, contact in 4…3....”

Yoongi watches as Hoseok suddenly turns the corner and effectively bumps into Vante, the latter
pretended to stand back with wide eyes and bowed 90 degrees to the criminal. Vante waves it off
with a small smile and proceeds to the balcony once again.

“Tether is placed, time to tune in to my favorite station gents.”

The earpiece beeps lowly before he hears soft rustling and a click.

“Qian? A sight to behold after all these years, what do you have for me?” Vante’s deep voice
resonates.

Mingyu speaks, “Qian?! Impossible. The whole damn building is covered by our surveillance, he
couldn’t have come in any other way!”

Gibberish filters in on Vante’s bug, Yoongi understands it as Mandarin and The8 suddenly reacts,
“No- Qian can’t be here, shouldn’t be here- he has a gun in his hand dammit!“

A gunshot suddenly rings from the balcony a silence passed before distressed party-goers suddenly
push and shove around to get away from the source, clamors of being assassinated and being
gunned down has the guests even more in panic.

“Dammit- eyes on Vante! He-” Namjoon’s voice fades into the background as the hitman
instinctively filters out the earpiece.

Yoongi breaks into a chase, he holds his breath as his eyes scan through the crowd for the honey
toned hair and quickly finds Vante slipping through the crowd and towards the unopened corridor.

“Pursuing Vante now- southeast end of the floor-” Yoongi manages as he gets within 10 feet of
said target as they both enter the restricted hall.

Yoongi slides behind a pillar as the target sighs in relief, patting his suit down and continuing his
pace as his leather shoes tap farther and farther away. He takes a breath before quietly slipping out
and pulling his handgun out, bird’s eye precision as the barrel points towards Vante’s unturned
head.

Min Yoongi never misses.

A silencing pop bounces against the marble walls and pillars of the hall, a deafening ring splits into
the hitman’s ears. Vante’s body slowly slumps to his knees and falling on his side limply, but the
hitman’s heart hitches only for a moment.

“Yoongi?! Dammit Min Yoongi! I heard a shot fired in your area! What the hell’s going on?!”
Hoseok implodes angrily through the earpiece.
His left shoulder twinges and Yoongi inhales sharply and his heart hitches once again and he
thinks: Min Yoongi never misses.

Yoongi feels his suit stick to his skin with a hot substance, the pain pulses throughout his left side.

“Operative 3B… is down. Requesting 2C for backup.”

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Chapter Summary

Sokolov replies, “Prosti, tovarishch.” I’m sorry, comrade.

“Tsk tsk tsk...” He gradually pushed himself to stand and dusted off his $650 Gucci suit jacket,
decorated in paisley and contrasting black and gold, the jacket that he had so primly cleaned and
pressed just for the occasion.

“Now who’s going to pay for my dry cleaning...”

As soon as he finishes straightening his ruffled collar and dress shirt, he digs for his phone and
answers a call.

“Oh? Qian is terminated, about time I get my paycheck, Sokolov?” The voice on the other end
grumbles, but obliges in angry Russian.

“ It’s done shithead... 3 million of my shares in Vante’s name- abomination! ” Sokolov grumbles
more colorful words and Vante chuckles darkly before shifting to an expression of pure malice.

“ Sokolov, don’t forget what I’ve done for you these last few years, or else I’m pulling the plug on
your biggest catch. ” Vante snaps venomously with his distinct accent.

Sokolov replies, “Prosti, tovarishch.” I’m sorry, comrade.

Vante brushes it off plainly and hangs up, he simply had no time for clients who decided to throw a
fit last minute. If that was the case, they would be wiped off his list- metaphorically and quite
literally- as harsh as it sounded. He felt that without sacrifice, one would not be able to go far, no
matter how much it would hurt he would still have to do it to make himself a better person.

He shifts his attention to the figure lying flat on his chest, walking over almost dramatically as his
eyes wander along the pool of blood. Vante hooks his shoulder slightly and turns him upright, an
amused and wicked smile forming on his lips as he stares at the paling face.
“It’s cold isn’t it? Down there?” Vante squats comfortably, mocking the bleeding man as blood
occasionally floods his mouth, “Did you really think it would be that easy? Min Yoongi? Operative
3B. The one responsible for almost sabotaging my conference at the Chinese Consulate? Oh, how
one can only dream, do not think me base Mr. Min.”

His laugh, Yoongi realizes, is full of that same big-headed mockery, talking down on him and yet
the hitman does nothing. His upper body felt numb and cold as Vante mentioned, Yoongi felt like
he was drowning as he stared at criminal- the damned son-of-a-bitch- with all the indifference in
the world. He suddenly remembers Jimin’s face when he set his eyes on Vante, it was full of
yearning, nostalgia, sadness, anger, heartbreak. Beneath it? He missed him, he knows, but yet he
fought through it and pushed it all away.

Now it was Yoongi’s turn for his heart to be broken in Vante’s hands, Kim Taehyung, to lay there
under his mocking gaze and to slowly bleed dry. An ironic way to see the end of things, Yoongi
thinks.

“Three years- no- five years? Not enough Mr. Min, you simply are just not quite there yet, but
while we sit here and have a nice, last conversation, I’ll leave you with a promise that I’m sure
you’ll accept.”

That’s when Yoongi realizes the dread overcoming his initial indifference, he promised Jimin he’d
come back, but what then? Vante- Taehyung- now has the upper hand after all these years-
compromising his mission and even his twisted love life.

“Once this clamor is over with, I’ll take Jimin in my care again in your stead. I’ll explain to him
the unfortunate accident and we’ll simply go on with our lives- although for you I’m not so sure
about that part.”

Maybe then, that is what he deserved, for all the years Yoongi has made a living to kill those who
didn’t deserve to live, so quickly. In return he lays bleeding and in dread to think about the fact that
he still had to live and wanted to.

“Mm. It’s a shame my own hitman missed- tsk tsk- I wonder what got into them. You were
supposed to be a shot to the head, clean and quick. But I must say,”

Vante continues as Yoongi’s limbs and body become numb, freezing almost, heavy. He glances at
the huge expensive watch on his wrist.
“In approximately one minute, your body is going to enter class three hemorrhaging, about 30% of
your blood will be gone and a minute more?” Vante smiles and wiggles his fingers in the air
comically, “Off to the Heavens you go!- Or maybe in this case, to Hell.”

He stands up and straightens his clothes, buttoning one button as he leaves the hitman to wallow in
his silent trepidation with a small wave, “It was nice to properly see you face to face, now if you’ll
excuse me Mr. Min, I’ll be attending to my business. See you… later?”

Vante’s amused expression turns into an icy stoic one as soon as he leaves the unmanned hallway.
On the way out, he is swiftly surrounded by his lackeys and taken to his sleek, armored car. He
takes another call, this time it wasn’t the grumbling bulldog of a man, Sokolov.

“ Seo, he’s over with. ” Vante deeply enunciates in English then hangs up.
 Thirty Five
Chapter Summary

“Mr. Park. Min Yoongi found a connection with you and the target, is what I am
saying.”

His eyes were deeply set into the digital pad as his hand hovered and drew over a separate
platform, continuously unsatisfied by the lines he produced over the white screen. The ambience of
the television in the office kept him focused, his phone was on the other side of his space, charging
on Seokjin’s desk- because Jimin insisted that it would keep his mind from wandering towards his
beloved.

“-that the shootout resulted in several deaths of two CFO’s and the three business leaders that
propelled the South Korean tactical and military defenses for the last few years-”

Jimin’s head snapped up at the television at the upper corner of the office, a few were watching the
broadcast of hundreds of people flooding out of a building in prim and cut outfits. He knew it was
no coincidence, it had to do something with Yoongi’s task, in which he specifically said the
location was in another city hours away. As ‘specific’ it sounded, Jimin knew he wasn’t going to
spill the beans on where and when it was going to take place, as much as he respected Yoongi’s
restrictions on keeping his whereabouts hidden- he also loathed the idea of not knowing where he
went from day to day.

“Officials say that of the hundreds of people that came out unharmed, many more were still being
held hostage inside- some of which were also confirmed dead later on-”

The television flashed pictures of various international magnates, business figures and other
important faces that Jimin had no idea about. He scrutinized the pictures and found no Yoongi, no
Hoseok or a Namjoon. He breathed out shakily and Seokjin, who sat across him, looked over
plainly.

“Focus on the panels Chim, our deadline is only in a couple days.”

“Yes.”
“Hey.” Seokjin’s eyebrows furrow slightly, “Get your head out the gutter, it’s only been a week and
he said it’ll be longer, you know that.”

Jimin looks up at him sharply, “I know. I didn’t say anything.”

The conversation of some sort ends at that, the two ignored the heavy silence as the TV ran in the
background. It wasn’t until the late hours into the evening, Jimin already took a taxi home to
Yoongi’s condo, he then receives a call from an unknown ID on his work phone.

“Good Evening, this is Chief Editor Kim Seokjin speaking, how may I help you tonight?”

Silence before a cryptic voice that was all too familiar, “Seokjin, it’s me.”

“J-Joon?! Wait- aren’t you on a task?” Seokjin’s voice raises slightly in surprise, but he also
breathed a sigh of relief at the sound of his voice.

“You watched the news today didn’t you? The shootout at the Château Frontenac Hall?”

He looked around the empty floor warily- just to make sure the office was indeed empty before
going back to the phone, “Yes the Frontenac- why?”

“As the head of this agency, I made the decision to divulge this information for the reason that
there are external figures involved in this situation, Jimin is to come to my office as early and soon
as possible. I need to talk to him.”

His heart races at the tone of his voice, grave and sharp, it rendered Seokjin speechless for a
second before he manages a firm, “I’ll inform him ASAP.”

The phone clicks, indicating that Namjoon hung up.

It isn’t until the next four days, Seokjin who is clueless about Namjoon’s short demand, arrives at
Yoongi’s condo via his car and presses the intercom firmly. It was cold out, the early winter
mornings were brutal with the wind tunnels down the streets and Seokjin had forced himself out of
bed at six in the morning to fetch Jimin.

He wasn’t surprised, but he was no less disappointed as a grumpy and sleepy Jimin appears as the
door is opened.

“Get changed quickly! I already told you that Joon wanted you early today!”

At this, Jimin seems to blink awake (albeit slowly) he manages to quickly stumble away to prepare
in the inky darkness of the condo. It takes the latter 45 minutes, his bubblegum hair was a dried
mess on his head as Seokjin ushers him out of the condo. The drive was an approximate 18
minutes 43 seconds by the time Seokjin arrives at Namjoon’s office (he counted out of
pensiveness), it was only about to be seven a.m, but the winter season kept it dark and cold.

Jimin is visibly apprehensive as he shifts out of the car, looking back at Seokjin only for a moment.

“Jin?” The elder shakes his head and pats Jimin’s shoulder carefully.

For that moment, Seokjin sees the scared child in his gaze, he suddenly feels weary.

“I’ll come around once it’s over… yeah?”

Jimin nods with a small ‘yeah’ as he slams the door shut, Jin driving off to wherever he needed to
be as the latter speed walks towards the automatic doors of the building to avoid the wind chill as
much as possible. His nose and cheeks are rosy as the warmth of the hallway emanates around him,
tensely making his way towards the elevator to Namjoon’s office.

At every step he takes, the feeling in his stomach gets worse, his fingers shake but not from the
cold. Jimin reaches out towards the cold metal handle of Namjoon’s office, inhaling sharply and
shakily as he steps in and lets it swing slowly close behind him. Namjoon is sitting on his desk,
head leaning on the heel of his palm as he stares at a plethora of papers.

He looks up, blankly and coldly, “Park Jimin, glad to see you make it here. I have requested for
your presence on pressing matters the night before.”
Namjoon stands up and Jimin suddenly remembers how scary he is, under the soft white lights he
can see his heavy eyebags. The man exudes an air of icy stoicism yet his stature made him look
somewhat vulnerable.

“As Min Yoongi has told you, he had left for a task including Hoseok and I, roughly two weeks
ago…” He pauses as he thumbs through the papers in his hands, “I did not divulge any of this
information to anyone, not Seokjin even, but of my own discretion I will inform you because of
your involvement in it.”

Jimin’s eyebrows raise in surprise, “Me? No no- you have it wrong- I have absolutely nothing to do
with all this. Yoongi hasn’t mentioned even a word about it-”

“-I did not finish Mr. Park,” Namjoon cuts in, “We’ve been on this case for almost five years now.
The rise in weapons and arms dealing during that time ticked off the South Korean intelligence, so
they had us look into it as it is our field. Over time we terminated whoever was involved with the
illegal international trades and smuggles… but we have only found the one who orchestrated it all
just yesterday.”

Jimin shook his head, confused by the random barrage of information that served of no use to him,
“I don’t understand what this has to do with me- what the hell am I hearing this for?!”

“Mr. Park. Min Yoongi found a connection with you and the target, is what I am saying.”

Namjoon straightens the packet in his hands and holds it out to Jimin, the confused latter takes the
thick packet and stares at the contents.

NAME : KIM TAEHYUNG

DOB : N/A

ALIAS : VANTE

LOCATION : YEKATERINBURG/MOSCOW, RUSSIA | KAOHSIUNG/TAICHUNG,

TAIWAN

LAST SIGHTING : DAEGU, S. KOR APPROX. 5 YRS AGO

FAMILY : N/A

RELATIONSHIP : EX-FIANCEE, PARK JIMIN

There it was, his name big and bold on the top of the page, his throat dried as he kept scanning
down the paper.

KNOWN AFFILIATIONS : Y. SOKOLOV, Y/J. SEO, M. HWANG, H. CHA, QIAN

(CONFIRMED DECEASED 17/12/16)

CHARGES : 1st DEGREE MURDER, DRUG/ARMS TRAFFICKING, EMBEZZLEMENT,

ESPIONAGE, TREASON

WANTED : RUSSIA, U.S.A, S. KOREA, EL SALVADOR, TAOCHUNG, CAMBODIA, S.

AFRICA

He remained speechless at the contents of the packet, he began to flip through it rapidly and found
CCTV captures of Taehyung in different places, angles, and dates. To his shock, there was even
pictures of him leaving the university he attended so long ago, with Jimin at his side at the time.

“Now do you understand, Mr. Park? Your previous affiliation with Kim Taehyung- aka Vante- has
led you here, with us, with Yoongi of all people and it cost us a life.”

Jimin forgets to breathe as he stares at Namjoon, “I- I have nothing to do with this! I didn’t help
Taehyung- much less even know about any of these! He was the one that shut me out in the first
place- he was the one that broke off what we had- he was the one that left me in that shit hole to
drown in my fucking self pity-”

“Mr. Park, I need to tell you the events of yesterday’s task.” He seethes and bites his tongue as
Namjoon cuts in again.

“Exactly three days ago, we failed the operation we have worked on for five years- and as i said- it
costed us a life.”

Jimin’s heart sinks to his stomach in a pit of dread.

“Min Yoongi received a gunshot to his left shoulder, not the heart, but close enough and it
punctured his lung. He had been bleeding for at most- three minutes- and major blood loss was
foreseeable.”
His eyes darted between the papers and Namjoon, his voice stutters as he shakes his head slowly
then furiously, “-That’s not true! Yoongi said he’d - he’d come back- he promised-”

“Mr. Park.” Namjoon steps closer to the shaking Jimin.

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Hoseok feels the nicotine burn his lungs, he caught the habit from Namjoon. They
weren’t chronic smokers, but they did it in spite of stress. He holds the stick between
his fingers and lays his head back with his eyes closed, sighing the smoke away from
his lips.

Jimin became a sleepless mess.

He laid in Yoongi’s bed, curled up around a body pillow that upstill smelled so much like Yoongi
still and it hurt. His stomach was growling endlessly in hunger, despite the fresh food Jin had
brought in for him that morning. Jimin didn’t feel the need to get up, but getting used to eating like
a normal person for the last year or so made him get up from his relentless hunger pains.

He rolled out of the blankets with a groan, shivering at the loss of heat, the condo was freezing and
it was white and snowing outside. Jimin had enough conscience to at least slide towards the
temperature pad and turned up the heat to 26 Celsius- because holy shit he’d freeze to death and
that sounded like a merciless death if anything.

Jimin salivated as he neared the kitchen, wrapping a blanket around him from the bed as he took
the whole plastic bag and settled on the living room instead- thank goodness the floorboards were
already getting hot. He took a plastic fork and opened the case of sweet and sour chicken,
devouring a huge piece without hesitation and moaning pleasantly at the barrage of flavors.

He dug further into the plastic and found a container of rice, popping the lid off to god-knows-
where and shoving his mouth full of rice. Jimin chewed gingerly and savored the taste, finding
different ones in the bag that Jin so carefully prepared. As dug into a container of Japchae, a knock
resounded from the door. Jimin swore his heart stopped for that second, until he realized, Yoongi
never knocks.

Jimin swallowed the food in his mouth quickly, but painfully and scrambled to the kitchen for a
small knife.

“The biggest and sharpest tool isn’t always the best weapon.” Yoongi once said.
All he had to do was send a nice firm punch to the person’s neck or face, then lunge with the knife.
It was simple moves that Yoongi taught him, his heart hammered in his chest as he poised himself
in front of the door.

“Now or never-” He hissed and balled his hands as he swung the door open, quick and punched
straight like he had been taught, his knuckles cracked from the initial impact and felt hot with a
stinging pain.

The person coughed and bent over, but Jimin hesitated for a moment, before he could use the small
sharp knife the person lifted a hand and croaked.

“Not- a threat- fuck who taught you to punch like that-” The head of metallic and pastel hair looked
up at him with teary eyes from the impact and Jimin’s eyes widened in return as he didn’t
recognize them at first.

“H-Hoseok what the hell?! You could’ve just came in-” Jimin waved his hands as he hissed softly
at the impact, he never realized how much strength it took to actually punch and Yoongi never told
him that it hurt that much either.

“Listen.” Hoseok cleared his throat and shook the feeling of the impact away, stood up straight, his
all black outfit nicely pressed and trimmed like Yoongi’s, “I’m not here for pleasantries. I know
Namjoon told you what happened, we need to go see him.”

Jimin scowled at this and Hoseok raised a finger as he continued, “Not Namjoon, I mean.”

He blinked, “What?”

Hoseok sighed softly and rolled his eyes, “We’re seeing Yoongi you idiot… But he won’t be able
to talk.”

The smell was impalpable, sharp to the nose and it made Jimin scrunch his own. He absolutely
loathed the smell of anaesthetics, medicine and alcohol (not the consumable one anyway). Hoseok
entered the Hospice unit, down a narrow and deathly silent, but dimly lit hallway. In here, it felt
like hell had frozen over. The air was cold in that hall, Jimin rubbed his arms, thankful that he wore
a sweater under the hoodie he wore.
Hoseok stopped and turn to his right at another monotonous beige door, H115, Jimin held his
breath as Hoseok turned the handle and pushed the door open. His eyes slowly found Yoongi who
was slightly propped up, paler than normal with all sorts of medical contraptions and tubes
connecting him.

His eyes blurred as he watched a machine seemingly breathe for Yoongi, his left shoulder was
neatly patched up, jet black hair in a mess- not the kind of natural mess he left it- but the kind that
he never showed. The mess that Yoongi couldn’t fix. Jimin’s hands shook beside him, Hoseok
watched his expression carefully and pulled a chair from the hallway, sitting it beside Yoongi’s
bed. He carefully placed a hand on the boy’s back and gently ushered him to sit. His eyes were
glassy, blank, fixated on Yoongi’s frail and unmoving form. The only sound that penetrated the air
was the constant pushing of the machine that helped the hitman breathe.

“His left lung was punctured and he ingested some of his own blood, lost almost 40% of it because
of the shot close to the axillary. The operation and transfusion was already done, but he hasn’t
woken up since. It’s a 50/50.”

Jimin mumbles something which Hoseok doesn’t catch, he watches as he shakily reaches his hand
out to touch Yoongi’s icy hand- he suddenly hiccups and covers his mouth with his other hand.

“How long, Hoseok? How long?”

Hoseok frowned slightly, “I didn’t say he was-”

“I know… I mean if he stays like this, how long does he have?”

Hoseok shakes his head, “Can’t say.”

A tear escapes Jimin’s eye, then one more, another and soon it becomes inestimable. Hoseok looks
away, rolling his tongue along the inside of his mouth, clearing his throat silently as he tunes out
Jimin’s choked sobs and blubbered words. He touches the gun hidden in his holster, Yoongi’s gun,
it was still sleek and clean of scratches as he took special care of his things.

Worst comes to worst, he’d have to pass the memento if Yoongi couldn’t take it back.
It was heartbreaking to see his best friend of over 8 years on his possible death bed like this, he
didn’t imagine this as Yoongi’s final “fuck you” to the despicable world of criminals and heinous
beings.

“I’ll be waiting outside, phone me when you want to go home.” Hoseok silently walks away and
lets the door swing shut behind him.

He makes his way out of the hospice hall and towards the rehab courtyard, sitting at a particular
area under the shade despite the cold and overcast weather. He digs for the lighter in his pocket
and a pack of cigarettes inside his jacket pocket, lighting it quickly behind his palm and drawing it
in slowly.

Hoseok feels the nicotine burn his lungs, he caught the habit from Namjoon. They weren’t chronic
smokers, but they did it in spite of stress. He holds the stick between his fingers and lays his head
back with his eyes closed, sighing the smoke away from his lips.

“Sorry Yoongs. I can’t be with him, this is a loss I can’t turn around from. I’m sorry, really.”
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Chapter Summary

Pitiful, he thought, he deserved to be on his deathbed.

Jimin insisted on staying for the next week or so, even resorting to begging the young Supervisor
Jeon to let him stay for the time Hoseok gave him.

“Two weeks, maybe three at most. We can’t waste much time, as much as I’d hate to say it.
Yoongi and I signed up for this and if he were to see me now he’d curse at me for moping over
him.”

Jimin hated that Yoongi was selfless in that sense, it’s not that he was incapable of loving others,
but he simply didn’t care as much about his well being. His job required that kind of thinking, he’d
assume, because as much as Jimin also loathed life at one point he was also afraid of dying no
matter how much anyone said they weren’t.

Humans were made to be scared of the unknown and that was the simple truth of it.

He kept his small hands laced with Yoongi’s bigger ones, he constantly traced the veins that
decorated the back of his hands, it remained cold to the touch. The same hand that killed and also
held Jimin with all the love and care he could ever ask for, he knew it was somehow twisted to
think of it that way, but he loved Yoongi regardless of his job or his external mannerisms, he didn’t
kill for pleasure but for justice. For that, he respected the hitman quite a lot, admired him for his
drive and motivation to work even while he was sick or fatigued.

Jimin’s eyes drooped as he curled further in the blanket he was given, no matter how much the heat
seemed to emanate in the building he always felt cold, empty, hollow. Nevertheless he stayed, there
was no way he wasn’t when Namjoon would pull the plug any day. He thought it was heartless of
them, but at the same time he knew that being in his line of duty put him in that position- that even
if one went down- the days would still pass and the sun would rise no matter how glum.

The only noise that filled the room was the constant pumping machine, the vitality monitors
beeping and melting into the ambience. He reached out to squeeze Yoongi’s fingers before fully
grasping them.
“I’m here Yoongi…. I’m here with you, I’m not angry at you…. Just at myself for not knowing
any better, for not doing more.”

It made him feel even worse, would it have been better if he didn’t use the rest of his money all
those months ago to hire someone to kill him? Should he have drowned himself in more alcohol
and continued his endless suicide attempts? Was it fate for Jimin to have to withstand two
heartbreaks like this?

He was choked up yet again, burying his reddening face in the blanket as his grip around Yoongi’s
hand became unsteady.

“Fuck I’m so sorry- Dammit Min Yoongi don’t fucking leave please… I-I… You can’t leave m-
me…”

It was futile, he knew, but Yoongi told him to do better, that it was better to try and fail rather than
fail altogether. He hiccuped softly as tears stained and ran down his cheeks, eyes blurring from the
tears flowing as he carelessly wiped his nose and face with his sleeve.

“I’ll be here, Yoongi... It’s ok, I-I’ll be here with you- We’ll sit here by the window early morning,
whenever... and we’ll sit and drink whiskey, talk, cry even, or probably make out if you want. T-
Then you can lean on me a-and... I’ll sit here till you fall asleep, right?”

It was as if yesterday that Yoongi said those same exact words to him, when he released all the
pent up anger and frustration on Taehyung all those years ago.

“You c-can’t… can’t just l-leave... “ Jimin sobbed softly, his puffy eyes getting even puffier from
his tiredness and crying.

It didn’t take too long until Jimin’s shaky mantra mellowed out, his hand relaxing around Yoongi’s
as he eventually succumbed to sleep.

He knew what was coming for him, Jimin knew he was inevitably going to face that monster that
he knew was Kim Taehyung. Nonetheless he would choose Yoongi, no matter how long Taehyung
and him had lasted, Yoongi was his choice in a heartbeat. As ridiculous as it sounded, the hitman
seemed to know him more than Jimin knew himself.
“It was him again wasn't it? I told you… I fucking told y-you and and- you didn't listen! Fuck…
Just- I don't want it to be too late- goddammit it's not fair…

Jimin blubbered endlessly, not caring if he was too loud and sounded pathetic, broken, as fast as he
had healed with Yoongi he was just as easily broken.

Pitiful, he thought, he deserved to be on his deathbed.

Not Min Yoongi.

 Chapter 38
Chapter Summary

“Yoongi? You can see me right?”

The black sky is deathly silent, you could almost hear the snowflakes drop if you listened intently.
There were no more tears left to cry and it felt tiring to even start.

February was at its coldest peak and people still celebrated Christmas like it was today, but Jimin
felt none of the festivities. He stood in front of the gray stone and stared at it, cheeks and nose rosy,
his neck wrapped in a soft gray scarf.

The tiny flakes blew with the wind and Jimin seemed to shrink inside the bubble jacket he wore,
the pink in his hair faded into the bleached blond so long ago, he didn't care for how it looked now
anyway.

“Hey. It's late.”

Hoseok's voice rang loudly in the empty graveyard, the crunching snow giving way to several
presences as they stood next to Jimin. The crestfallen boy only looked at the two, eyes watery from
the cold air.

“Listen. His place is about to get vacated soon, take all your things and I'll take you to… to
wherever you’re staying.” Seokjin knew better than to say it as he glances at Hoseok beside him.

“Don’t forget to check the lounge too, it’s important. Last parting mementos, if you will… Don’t
take too long, please?” Hoseok speaks.

“...Yeah. Sure.”

Jimin sighed shakily before reading over the headstone again.

Min Yoongi.

Of course, of all the people who could’ve moved on from the wretched world it had to be Yoongi.

Not Jimin, not Hoseok, not Taehyung, but Yoongi.

The boy eventually turned around to glance at Hoseok and his best friend before the three of them
finally headed out, the silence towards the soon-to-be vacated condo was unbreakable. No one
dared to speak. Jimin took the familiar steps towards the condo, probably his last time stepping
into the place ever again. Seokjin makes a move to follow him, but Hoseok holds his shoulder and
gives him a steady look.

“Jin-”

“Hoseok… I need to be with him, please .”

“Have some faith in him, will you?”

Seokjin’s breath hitches as he pulls away, before looking out of the car window, his stomach sinks
as he seemingly counts down the minutes and stares at the hundreds of windows waiting.

“I don’t like this… He can’t- he can’t handle that Hoseok!”

“You need to trust him more-”

Seokjin suddenly explodes as he unlocks the passenger door, “That’s not my point dammit!- Don’t
you understand what you fucking left him with in there?!”

He jumps to his feet and doesn’t bother closing the car door as he runs after Jimin’s steps.

--
Jimin took the bag that he owned instead of using Yoongi’s, stuffing the clothes carelessly, he
didn’t really even have much. A majority of his clothes had been left at his old apartment complex
that he was so long ago also attempted to be murdered in. So he took all the clothes he ever wore
that belonged to Yoongi, but left everything else untouched.

Before he could completely make his rounds in the condo, he suddenly remembered Hoseok’s
words.

‘Don’t forget to check the lounge too, it’s important.’

He chewed his lip before going back towards the lounge, the same lounge that he sat in and drank
whiskey with Yoongi till 3am. His chest lightly stung from the memory as he neared the coffee
table, faint memories of Yoongi working there flooded his eyes and he quickly shook it away.

A blank envelope and a small leather case was left at the corner of the table, his hand involuntarily
shook as he reached for it and opened it hesitantly then reading the scribbled print.

Park Jimin,

I’d hate for you to have to see this, but I know I didn’t keep my promise… All I really want for you
now, is to remember that the sun will rise tomorrow no matter how hard you think it won’t. I'll love
you until the sun stops rising.

His grip on the note adjusted and he saw something fall out from the envelope, he bends down to
pick it up and realizes that it was a developed photo. He blinks as he stares at the subject before
realizing that it was actually him sleeping on the couch, except the lower half of Yoongi’s face was
buried in his forehead. He inhaled sharply and placed the picture down, going for the leather case
on the table.

The side of his leg suddenly vibrated, Seokjin was calling, but he took his time rereading over the
caller ID and contemplated on answering it. But he tossed his phone on the couch and let Seokjin
call his phone to no avail.

Jimin finally gets around to open the leather case, his eyes widens at the item. Yoongi’s last name
was neatly engraved on it, the very same thing he stared at when he first met Yoongi. Jimin breaks
into a nervous laugh, his mind suddenly going delirious and thoughts spiraling as he shakily lifted
the heavy object.

“Yoongi? You can see me right?”

He whispers shakily as tears of bittersweet emotions wrack his figure.

“I… I’ll find you, Yoongi, I'll look for you this time-”

Jimin flicks the small switch by the handle and holds the cold barrel towards his temple and he is
suddenly flooded by the inevitable fear of what was coming next, his finger steadily placed over
the mercy of the trigger.

And maybe for a moment, he hears his name being called very faintly, but he blocks it out as he
presses the barrel harder against his temple.

“We’ll sit by the window early morning again... drink whiskey, talk or cry- or make out if you
wanted to.. You can lean on me a-and... I-I’ll be here till you sleep, isn’t that… right? Yoon..gi?-”

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