Jinkook Exhibit

8.6 Gun's N Rose's 🔞

Seokjin sleeping soundly with head pillowing Jungkook’s hard chest. There's traces of tears on his cheek, from crying his heart's out when Jungkook making love to him for the first time.

Yes. It's the first time Jungkook ever treated him gently, because before this they're only having sex, without feelings. But this times, Jungkook showered him with so much love, making love to him while confessing his overwhelming feelings.

But it's all too late. He will marrying someone else in a few days and he's unable to break his mother's heart by cancelling it last minutes.

Jungkook groaned, rubbing his eyes. Slowly, he open his eyes, looking at the ceiling. It's painted with pink and red pastel colour roses and it's so unfamiliar to him. But then, he remember, he's in Seokjin's bedroom when he felt heavy on his chest.

He look down and saw Seokjin's head resting on his chest. His fluffy brown hair swaying when he breathing on them. A smile appear across his face.

"Baby..." he called Seokjin, but the doctor isn't even moving. He stayed in the position for a while until he suddenly remember that he has a job to do, a target to kill.

He glance at the Patek Phillippe around his wrist and quickly get up, shocking the doctor, awake from his slumber.

"Fuck! I'm late!" he grab his white shirt, put on his tight jeans.

Seokjin was confused, rubbing his eyes.

"What's wrong..?" he asked, with hoarse, morning voice. He sit on the bed, hugging the blanket. The ray of lights basking his stature making him looking so ethereal in Jungkook's sights.

"I'm late babe. I got a job to do. I need to go."

"... Aren't you going to quit it..?"

"No. Not yet. I'm saving up. I will quit when it's enough. But not now. It's not the time yet.."

"How much do you need to quit..?"

"Haha.. Babe, why? You want to support me?? Thank you, but I don't need that. I want to have my own money. I need it for us." he turn around, pecking Seokjin's lips and walked out the bedroom.

His heart's filled with butterflies thinking how will he spend his life with Seokjin.

"Jungkook.. I.. I'm going back to Gwacheon.. This evening.."

The words somehow stopping him from taking another steps. He freeze, unable to move forward.

"Why? Isn't my love enough to make you stay??" he asked with gritted teeth, clenching fists.

"I'm sorry..." that's all he heard, as he make his move towards the door, leaving Seokjin alone in his house.

...

10pm, Daegu.

Jungkook is in the backyard. He take his gun's out and opens a window to the house. He crawls through the open window to reveal the living room. None of the lights are on.

He walks to the bedroom and slowly opens the door, his silenced pistol aiming for the target. The room is empty. The bed is made up neatly and everything is very organized. He walks down the hallway to the kitchen and opens the door.

Still no one there. He walks to the kitchen counter and sees a hard card. He take the card and read the words written on it.

Wedding Invitation, Kim Seokjin & Lee YN, 8pm, Gwacheon Hotel.

His heart hurts reading the invitation card. By then he knew the target is someone close to Seokjin, because the title written on the card is to Hyung, Yoongi.

He turns and looks at the closed door in front of him leading to the living room. The target must be in there. He walks to the door very quietly, with his silenced pistol ready.

His nostril immediately filled with the fresh scents of roses when he open the door. The room was actually like a garden of roses, with a single bed in the middle of the garden.

This garden reminds him of his lover, Seokjin. And that's making him sad, because Seokjin's already left a few hours ago, going back to his hometown to marry another girl.

He walk into the room, with his guard down. He's losing focus, aching for Seokjin's. He pluck one of the roses and sniffing it. It smells like Seokjin.

Meanwhile, someone is peeking on him behind a hidden wall, wearing a black mask. The gun aiming at him, slowly coming out from his hiding spot when Jungkook is busy missing his lover.

Click!

Jungkook freeze. A gun poking at the back of his head, ready to be pull.

"Put the gun down." said the masked man, deep and husky unfamiliar voice's.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"I said, put the fucking, gun, down." he repeat, didn't answer the question.

Jungkook sighing. He slowly bend down to put the gun down on the floor. The barrel stick on his head, followed his movements. But then, he suddenly ducks, turn around and punch the man right at his wrist. The gun slipped from his hand, fall into the garden of roses.

Now the situation changed. Jungkook pointing his silenced pistol at the masked man.

"Now, take that fucking mask off."

"Tch!" the masked man clicking his tongue in annoyance. He knew he was defeated and so he only has one chance to survive. That is to fight Jungkook. But it seems the chance are pretty thin too, because he was actually wounded from their last countered and he don't have any gun to retaliate.

"Take that off, fucker."

"Okay. Don't be so grumpy, Jungkook-sshi."

Jungkook's eyebrows frown. How did the guy know his name? He's been hiding his true identity to everyone, except for one person; Seokjin.

But his logic tells him that it is impossible for Seokjin to be the masked man. Because he didn't have any wounds on his body, especially a shot wounds which he caused on him the other days.

But that's not a problem now. He only want to see the face behind the black mask. If he see his face, he believe he will get the answer without even need to asked about his identity.

"Don't waste the fucking time. Take it off." he repeat for the third times.

"Alright, alright! Chill man. Why are all the contract killer so impatient??" the masked man grins behind his black mask.

"It's not your fucking business. Just do what you've been told and you'll probably can leave this place in one piece."

"Oh? One piece, alive or one piece as a corpse??"

"Thats me to decide."

"Haha.. You're so intimidating. No wonder he—" the masked man didn't get to finish his words when Jungkook suddenly pulled the trigger, shot the wall behind him.

"Next time the bullet won't missed again."

"Tch!"

Slowly, the man raise his hands, reaching the back of his head to undo the tie of the mask.

"What the fuck— Seokjin?!"

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Oh oh. I'm stuck at this chapter. I've been rewrite chapter 7 for countless times by now. I felt like vomiting words and alphabets. Just.. Great. 🤮