My Criminal | l.felix

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[Wattshit at it again, if u haven't read chap 5 pls do so💗]

"Another man was reported dead in an alleyway. The body was killed at approximately 11pm yesterday" My boss said, sitting at the head of the table.

"Was it Felix?" Choi Yeonjun aka the best sniper at 5th place, said. My stomach did a little flip at the mention of Felix but it immediately dissipated as we were talking about the criminal Felix and not the Felix I know.

"Yes. He also left a note that said 'I was faster this time' and I'm guessing that was directed to us?"

That got me thinking. Is he trying to compete with us? We certainly did kill most of the people but the police suspected it to be 'Felix the Criminal' but never us. Half the time the detectives investigation was wrong. Terribly wrong.

"So he's competing with us huh? How ridiculous" Jackson scoffed, a hint of annoyance lingering on his voice.

"He might not be competing with 'us' but someone in the tens" Boss said as he tapped his fingers slowly on the table. He then looked at me, "Y/N, you're the only one who does most the missions that collide with the targets of Felix. Maybe, he's talking about you?"

Me?

"Does he want to start up a competition or something? If so, then that indeed is ridiculous" I said as I looked at Jackson, not forgetting to wink back at him after he did so.

"I'm not sure what exactly he wants but maybe if you stay with our target a bit longer you might be able to see him" My boss suggested with furrowed eyebrows. I softly nodded at his suggestion.

"Are you hiding something from us?" Jungkook whispered to me. I just chuckled and shook my head while waving my hand slowly.

"Why would I? You guys are like my family" I said with a soft smile to which he returned and focused back on the resumed meeting.

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I was sprawled on my comfy sofa with a bowl of popcorn on my lap. The TV displayed a drama that was quite interesting so I decided to watch it. My eyes were incredibly focused on the TV that I never noticed my phone vibrating nor the constant messages i got.

The bell from the door, somehow, averted my attention to it, gaining a groan from me as the drama was reaching its climax but this person behind the door ruined it.

I walked to the door and wore my slippers, "who is it?" I voiced out.

"Pizza" the Male voice said, which i obviously recognised but the male was trying so hard to hide his voice. So I decided to tease him.