Masked Love

CHAPTER 1

Jimin stepped out of the car, adjusting the sunglasses that hid his eyes and flicked his blonde hair. He was tired of waiting and sighed heavily. It was just a cup of coffee!

Before standing straight, still under the protection of the car door, he scanned the area. He saw the six men that were always his shadows during the day. He shook his head. To him they stuck out like a sore thumb but he suspected that the normal person would not even notice them. He had trained them to casually walk, never stay still and wear typical clothing so they blended in with the people on the street.

He laughed to himself remembering when he first went out on his own at the age of sixteen. His Dad had sent cover with him and they were all in dark suits, standing within sight and made him look like a movie star or something. It had been embarrassing and sad.

Anyone who was looking for him couldn't have found him easier if his guards were twirling those big advertisement signs saying 'Park Jimin is here'.

Inside his assistant was standing by the receiving counter shifting back and forth from foot to foot impatiently. He knew it was taking too long and was almost wetting himself in fear of what Jimin would say.

Jimin walked silently up behind him. 'What is taking so long?'

His voice was quiet and deadly. The assistant almost jumped out of his clothes and spilled the water he had poured himself all over the counter and himself. Jimin smirked. He loved how jumpy the guy was.

Assistant: 'So sorry, Sir. I asked and it was just a long line.'

Jimin: 'Where is my fucking coffee! You just pour it from the pot into a god damn cup!'

The assistant beside him shrunk in fear as the staff al stared. The manager came out from the back at the sound of yelling, ready to defend his staff, then blanched. This was Park territory and knew who Jimin was immediately.

Manager: 'OMG, Sir. So sorry!'

There was a mad bustling of chaos as the manager yelled at his staff and they rushed about to get the coffee and the usual pastries that Jimin got, even though the assistant did not order it.

Within seconds, it was all shoved into the assistant's hands and the staff lined up to bow in forgiveness. Jimin had already walked away, not even bothering to hear their apologies and happy that they were so quick to meet his needs. His assistant followed quickly. He had been working for Jimin for less than a week now and would soon be used to this.

The assistant ran ahead and opened the door even before the driver. Jimin nodded, he liked the guy. Jimin scanned the area, a sign they were on the move and settled in his seat. When the assistant joined him he looked over.

Jimin: 'Next time just give them my name.'

He was staring at the assistant's name on the side of the cup.

Jimin: 'Creates less confusion and less problems.'

Assistant (nodded energetically): 'Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.'

Jimin nodded and opened his phone, looking at the schedule at the dance studio that day.

THAT NIGHT

He was silent. Shifting within the shadows and always like a ghost, never being heard nor seen. He was one of the deadliest in their circle. His blonde hair was covered to hide his identity with only his eyes showed in the darkness. His flexible and athletic frame allowed him access to places no one else managed.

The sounds of gunshots filled his ears as a euphoria gleamed inside of him, knowing that each gunshot was a scumbag's dirty life being snuffed by the team below. He rolled to the wall knowing that no one had seen him. He waited for the deafening echoes to stop as he hid behind the sofa. He pulled out his gun and heard the familiar voice of his target. It heightened his senses and his heartbeat quickened. He was ready. The door opened as his target hurried into the room and sat down at the huge desk, rummaging for his gun. Jimin peeked past the arm of the sofa and took a look at the target who stood clueless to his presence.