Glitter and Gunshots

The Incredible Engima of Hwang Y/n

She had been my mission. Not some cat, nor the turkey jerky she was currently eating, yet I'd only been able to find her because the cat had tipped me off as to where the child assassin had gone.

She'd been silent from the moment I'd begun trailing her, so quiet and slick I'd turned off all communication with the others out of fear of her hearing one of the guys zapping in on the radio. And if I ducked behind a wall to let them know, I knew she'd disappear in the blink of an eye.

For this girl—no, this dangerous, murder-trained woman—was stealthier than even Jimin hyung, whose footsteps as a dancer were feather light. And she'd mastered the art of how to blend in, how to be so unassuming that she'd blended in with the shadows.

But I'd been trained, too, and she only escaped my sight once. Or twice. Okay, four times, but not only was she a fast walker, but I was having to take the round-a-bout routes over the tops of apartments and ducking behind trashcans.

I thought I'd lost her for good the fourth time when I could find no trace of blood, for even a day after she'd been reported to have been not only shot, but also stabbed, she was still bleeding. And she reeked of it, too. She was too silent to be found by sound, though, and her scent had become masked with the sweet summer air.

But then, then a single noise shattered the silence—

Meowww.

I stayed still, breath bated, waiting...

Meowww.

I neared the sound, slinking down the fire escape and edging along the edge of an apartment till I saw them.

Till I saw her.

Edging towards the cat, hands extended so as to not alarm the cat. And when she spoke, her voice was not anything like I'd been expecting.

"Awww, come here, kitty, kitty!" It—it was soft, easy, melodic.

Jungkook, she is a rabid, psychopathic, record-setting killer—

But—but then she smiled.

My eyes widened, mouth opening then closing. This... this was the master assassin who had rocked this city's roots and turned it inside out? The one currently stroking the cat, the one inquiring if it had a name?

I knew I needed to act—that was my mission, after all, to bring the girl back, or finish her off if she caused too much trouble.

Yet... yet I couldn't draw my eyes from her stooping form as she picked up the piece of paper the cat had been picking at, all the while petting the cat's dirtied and scarred fur.

"A...R...M...Y?" The cat responded with excitement and snuggling, making the girl chuckle softly, a sound that rung in my ears on repeat.

We had to have the wrong girl. We had to.

I dared to drop silently down from the ledge onto the ground. The girl didn't even notice—and wasn't she supposed to be the best the Program had produced? So how come I wasn't splayed on the ground currently?

I zoned back in in time to hear her murmur about being an orphan.

To a cat. In an abandoned back alley, whilst being hunted by criminals and agents alike.

Shocker.

And then, as easily as I heard she handed out punches and bullets, the girl handed the cat her last bite of food.

I watched, shocked, as the girl leaned down and watched the cat eat happily, which clashed unbelievably with her duffel bag, which I had a clear view into now.

Knife handles, bags of bullets and some small blue balls that matched the... bracelet? On her wrist. There were mini bombs—like bite-sized bombs that looked like a grenade's rich uncle, and a load more.

Still, perhaps it was a coincidence—

"Did you know it's my birthday today?" The girl spoke softly, carefully, as though speaking too loudly would rip her throat in two.

I swallowed, glancing down at the watch on my wrist. I flicked to the mission file I'd been sent, and sure enough, there was a picture to match the girl in front of me, as well as information below it.

Hwang y/n:

Age: USA:19/ SK:20 Parents: Deceased

Height: Siblings: Hwang Leah

Weight: Gender:

Descriptive Features: Birthday: y/b/d

The date. It matched.

She really was Hwang y/n.

I pulled my gaze up, having to strain my ears more now as the girl's voice had grown even softer. "I think we're very alike, Army. Not only are we both in need of homes... You've been hurt like me. I just hope... I hope you weren't trained to be like me. Cats may be related to lions, but you're not a monster."

The only sounds were the night breeze ruffling the vines and the distant revving of car engines.

"I wish... I wish I could say the same about myself."

And then, she—she picks up the trash so that the kitten won't get sick eating it.

By the time she'd taken off after the cat, my mouth was open and my brows were furrowed. I slowly went to turn on my earpiece, then—

"JUNGKOOKIE!!! Where have you BEEN?!" Jin hyung squawked through the radio transmitter.

I winced at the sound. "I, uh—"

Then my words stalled at the tip of my tongue, like a pile of dominoes waiting to be knocked over and send everything spiraling downwards into a mess.

"Nothing. You were all just being too loud, and I couldn't concentrate," I lied, holding my breath, wondering if Jin would buy it.

Just as I'd convinced myself I was crewed and would receive a nasty beating for lying to Mama Jin, he sighed and replied, "I suppose you're right. Just... check in with us in about a half hour or so, okay?"

I nodded already edging towards Hwang y/n's trail. "Will do," I whispered.

"WHAT?!"

"Will do," I growled before shutting the sound off and tilting my head to try and locate my target.

That's when I heard the scream.

Am I in love with Jungkook fanarts? You know it. I just stare at them sometimes, like wow ARMYs are actually so talented and I'm so proud to be one of them. Anywho, love you guys, be sure to vote or comment if you somehow stumbled upon this sorry excuse for a fanfic heheheh.