nct oneshots / imagine

hit - jeno

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THIRD PERSON's POV

the footsteps were heard as jeno walked through the hallways of the mansion. he turned left at the very end, greeted by a big double door.

he knocked twice before men with guns and rifles opened it.

they knew who he was, so they did not hesitate to let him enter the office.

"sir." jeno stated, standing in front of a desk, where a tall, leather office chair is facing away. it slowly turned around, to reveal the man who called him.

"good to see you, jeno." the old man smirked whilst he eyed jeno, amazed about the fact that the boy whom he only heard from stories, is now standing right before his eyes.

jeno did not respond, as he looked at the old man, waiting for his job.

"i'm ordering a hit.." the old man puffed on his cigar, and bent down to get a folder from one of his office table's drawer.

jeno's expression was cold, seemed like a lifeless being, standing there waiting.

the old man opened the folder, exposing papers that contained information about the person he wanted to terminate.

jeno eyed the paper, and he looked back at the old man.

"y/f/n? he's already dead, sir." jeno said.

the old man grinned, as he turned to the next page.

y/l/n , y/n

"but his daughter isn't." the old man presented a picture of a girl, smiling brightly in a field, with a flower on her ears.

jeno took a sharp breath, as he looked at the woman whom he supposed to kill.

"30 million." the old man stated as he took another puff from his cigar.

jeno looked at the man straight in the eyes.

"consider it done."

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Y/N POV

you were at home, organizing your clothes as you just moved back in to your old house after your father's death.

everything was so quiet, that it actually sounds deafening. you sighed, as you gathered the clothes and arranged them on the closet.

after a few minutes, a loud thug from outside your room was heard. you stopped at the moment, and looked at your phone.

1:34am

you furrowed your brows thinking who's outside your room at this time.

you opened the door and looked at the hallways, and saw no one. you were about to close the door, a hand interrupted it and a forceful push from outside to the door made you fall back.

you saw a man, dressed in a suit, standing before you as you were on the ground.

scared, you looked at the man's face. and that's when it struck,

"l-lee jeno." you stated in shock, as his face revealed from the darkness.

you heard stories about this man, from your father. feared by many, a guy that can kill anyone without even a scratch on him. the guy who killed two men with a bread knife, the guy who can rip your head off with a string.

he's here, in front of you.

before you could even scream, he bent down and covered your mouth with a cloth that contains a certain smell, that made your head dizzy, soon led to you fainting.