Masked Love

CHAPTER 11

JUNGKOOK'S BEDROOM

Part of him was excited and part of him was scared. It had been so long, but his body was excited, still in a state of bliss from what had just happened and ready for more action. This was perfect.

He quickly dressed in a black t-shirt and black pants. He tucked Jungkook into bed, covering him tightly with the blanket, and kissed him soundly on the lips. He finally was close to him and then got a hit. What timing was this? He kissed him again, something he might not do again so would steal it while he could. He stroked JK's hair.

Jimin: 'Good night, Kookie.'

CITY NIGHT

It was a good night, cool breeze, and a lovely crescent moon. He sat on the edge of the building, focusing his scope. He scanned through the five-star restaurant that was about 900 meters away. He steadied his breathing as he focused on his target and enjoyed the breeze playing with his hair. It was good to do hit where he didn't have to cover up. He aligned the sight.

The target was an unpleasant and overweight, silver-haired man. The kind that has that smile that makes your skin shiver and is always somehow surrounded by trashy looking young girls. What else can you really expect from a gangster of his caliber? Jimin contemplated his option – head or heart?

That was always the biggest decision in these types of hits. They were hands off and quiet, no chance of being caught or receiving bruises so perfect now that he was attending school and would be around people socially. It didn't look like the fat man would be moving any time soon as he ordered all the bimbos around, so Jimin just too the option of head. The last thing he wanted to do was kill one of the girls if she was pulled to his chest last min or something.

Jimin pulled the trigger and waited the fraction of a second to be sure that the target's head had splattered on the wall behind him. Took the picture as proof through the scope and then immediately started packing.

He had exactly 5 minutes to be packed up and walking down the street. He was sure the security would still be running around trying to figure out what had happened and dealing with the blood splattered bimbos, but Jimin wanted to keep to his schedule. Being able to dismantle the rifle in record time was always good practice.

He was already down the block when he heard the wails of the sirens in the distance going to see his handy work. The announcement would be up on the police chatter so the insiders would have made the report. He opened his phone and sent the picture. He received the X stating it was approved and he logged into his bank to see the pay received. He took apart the phone and removed all memory and records of the event.

He hummed as he walked through the park and enjoyed the beautiful night air. It was time to head back home to finally crawl into bed with Jungkook.

He paused. He can't sleep with Jungkook. No matter how much he wanted to, he needed to let Jungkook imagine what happened was just a dream. If his body has to be in peak readiness to take a job at a minute's notice like this, he could not be sleeping with Jungkook and would Jungkook want to be in love with a killer?

He sighed. His little window of pleasure, dreaming of an actual relationship while he was who he was, just shut.

NEXT MORNING

Jungkook awoke with one killer of a headache. He rolled over to see the time and found a large glass of water with hang over medicine. He smiled. Man, he really loved, Jimin! Wait...what?

His hand paused as it reached for the medicine. It continued as he thought about his last thought. He drank the medicine then the water. He rolled out of bed and went to use the washroom, splash his face with water and brush his teeth. He was feeling more human when he looked into the mirror. Hickies! How is it that he has a hickies and on his forearms? What kind of girl puts hickies there? He tilted his head. She must be a wild one!