UFG // Kim Taehyung

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BANG! BANG!

The sound of gunfires echoes through the hallways, and on the four corner of the room you are in. You frantically aimed your last gun on the door, waiting for someone to come in and shoot it to death.

You are on a mission today. You are tasked to get the black stones that is traded illegally to outsiders. Those were supposed to be in the museum, but unfortunately idiots managed to get through the security and stole three pieces of the small stones.

Luckily, you managed to snatch the two gem stones from the secured truck during the chaos between you and the mobsters.

This was a very dangerous mission but you are confident you'll succeed.

You comfortably sit on the couch, somehow you managed to get into the master bedroom of this old mansion. With full elegance, you waited someone to enter the room.

Few minutes later and still no one haven't gone through the doors. One thing about you is that you're impatient as fuck.

You stood up and observed the whole room. This one is full of old paintings that is probably worth more than your apartment. You sighed.

Something came up to your mind, your savings has been running out. And with the thought of sleeping on your crouchy bed out cold make you shiver. No.

You are in deep thought that you didn't even notice a man entering the room.

Just when you're about to feel the sweet ambiance of silence, you felt a cold hard thing pressed against the back of your head.

"Don't make a move or i'll shoot you!" said the unknown man.

You didn't do as he says, instead you turned to him and raise your eyebrow.

You didn't care if he shoot you, if he can.

"Shoot me then." you challenge him.

He smirks, then..

"What." his eyes widen when the gun 'clicked' instead of shooting a bullet.

The rhing is still pointed on your forehead but you didn't budge. As if he can shoot you.

"Need a help?" you ask.

In return, he glared at you and made a few steps back. I only offered help, you thought.

As the man struggled to know why his gun didn't shoot even when it has bullets, you continued to stare.

You usually don't mind other people, but now, you still don't.

"AAAH!" you slightly jumped when the man sreamed in frustration.

He then again put the gun directly in between your eyes. You still act nothing.

He pressed and pressed but the gun just clicked and clicked. He tried pointing the gun on the ceiling and shoot, the gun worked.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

You worked your foot up and kicked the man in the gut, immediately catch the gun when it slip off his hand.

The man grunt in pain, and clutched his stomach.

You studied the gun in your hand and pressed it against the mans forehead. The man stared at fear.

Killing is honestly against your will, and in your beliefs. You are an assassin trained to kill and protect, but as much as possible you don't want to 'kill' someone. If there's other option, you would probably choose a nice and peaceful way to deal with something.

But unfortunately, there was no option.

"Wait—let me try." you moved the gun away from the man's face and point it on the wall. Then you shoot, again, the gun worked.

The bullet struck the wall and created a hole on the expensive looking painting. What a mess.

"Wha.. Please don't kill me!" the man pleaded at your side. You stared at him in full blankness.

You again pulled the trigger, this time it was on the floor just a few inches away from the man's foot. The man flinched away.

You stared at the gun and point it at your chest.

"Let me try this." you said, and pulled the trigger, but the gun didn't worked.

You sighed. You, atleast, hoped that you could get out from this house with a scratch or something. Or even a bleeding mess.

You tried the gun again, pointed at the ceiling, pulled the trigger.

BANG!

You frowned at this.

You walked towards the frozen man and get the swiss knife on his belt. It seems that the man passed out while watching you try to kill your self.

Now, for the last time. You reached out the knife and put it against your wrist, but before you even slice your skin,

the chandelier crash down directly above the passed out man.

And the day ended with you, getting the three gem stones, without even a scratch.

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hoped you understand this part of the story.

me while writing this: 😴😶