Kyungmin started to regret accepting the offer. When their spy came back, he informed him about how many bodyguards the heir was surrounded by.
"They're pretty highly trained too. This isn't gonna be easy for you." Yewang says, taking a spoonful of rice into his mouth.
"That much is obvious. God, I'm starting to regret this." He dives his head into his hands.
"You're gonna become an S tier after this, right? You can't turn it down!" The younger says enthusiastically.
Kyungmin knows that this is such a big chance for him. After years, he'll finally become what he's been striving for since he was a kid.
"You wouldn't be allowed to, anyways." Jaeho says bitterly.
"It's been years now and you're still mad it me?" The assassin asks with his arms crossed.
"I have every right to, don't I?" It's been four years since Kyungmin was tasked to assassinate Jaeho's remaining family. He was only 11 at the time, so they decided to spare him and take him in as an assassin.
"I didn't want to..." He didn't, he really didn't. But if he didn't, he would've been executed just like the rest who tried to defy their bosses orders.
"Yet you still did." Jaeho didn't hate him for it. Just like him, he was just trying to survive.
Silence washes over them before Yewang claps his hands, "Let's clean up and get back to work, shall we?"
They throw the remainder of their food and leave the convenience store to go back to the organization building.
Kyungmin excuses himself and goes to his room where he was by himself. He used to have a roommate, but he was on a mission so he wasn't there.
He began to change into a black turtleneck and black cargo pants. It was what he usually wore during missions so he wouldn't be seen. Kyungmin was an assassin, after all.
The assassin put on a pair of black gloves and loaded himself with tools, knives, and a gun in case he needed one.
Today, he striked.
Yewang, who has been spying on the heir for a while now, has found a routine in his actions. Three times a week, he would go to his office every 6 PM on Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday.
"Going out already?" Jaeho asks when the older exits his room.
Kyungmin nods and the younger gives him a pat on the back for encouragement.
He goes to the private parking lot behind the building and approached his motorcycle. The assassin placed his helmet on his head and started the engine.
...
Finally, he had arrived at the top of the company building where a helicopter landing pad was. It only took a pre installed bosun's chair and an opaque wall to get there. Was it really supposed to be this easy?
Kyungmin looked for the 7th floor and the window where Dawit's office would be. He had a hard time seeing from high up, but eventually managed to locate it.
He got back into the bosun's chair with a prybar in his mouth and began lowering himself down, boots quietly clinking on the glass. Definitely not sanitary but that's the least of his concerns.
The assassin reaches the heir's window and looks through it. Kyungmin couldn't see through it well, but he recognizes the red hair.
Taking out the tool from his mouth, he carefully placed it in between the window and the windowsill and began to force it open.
"For someone who gets targeted a lot, your place surely isn't secure at all." Kyungmin says to himself. The assassin has seen even houses more secure than this.
Once the window was open, he carefully entered the office and looked around before noticing a body on the ground.
"Dead already?" The white haired boy approached Dawit who was face first on the ground and placed a hand over his pulse.
"Not dead, just unconscious." To be frank, he pitied the boy. He had to balance the pressure of becoming a CEO and college at the same time.
Kyungmin looked at the body for a while, contemplating what to do next.
He let's out a frustrated sigh before taking the heir into his arms and going back out. Surely he wouldn't be allowed to just go out of the office, he would get caught.
The assassin knew it was dangerous for two people to be on a boatswain chair, but did it anyways.
With his arm wrapped around Dawit's torso, he carefully lowered the chair to the floor right under his office where the infirmary was.
He pries open the window just like he did before and tiptoed inside, still carrying the redhead in his arms. Luckily, the infirmary was empty so he didn't have to worry about being caught.
Kyungmin carefully layed the weight in his arms on one of the beds and placed him down with a few pillows under his legs. Quietly groaning, he unbuttoned the top button of his polo and loosened up his belt.
Kyungmin dealt with lots people fainting before, so he knew what to do in situations like this.
"Aren't you lucky?" The assassin says quietly and goes back to the open window before sitting in the boatswain chair once again.
He glances at Dawit one last time before closing up the window and began to lower himself down on the ground.
Why did he do that? Why didn't he slit his throat right then and there? Why did he help him?
Many thoughts and emotions ran through Kyungmin's head, one of them being anger to himself, and the other being pity towards the heir.
"It's okay." He says to himself, "I've got weeks until I need him gone, anyways."
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vertigo | witkyung (k.dw x s.km)
Fanfiction"I know many pretty roads, shall we go right now?" many assassins have been trailing his tail since the day he was born, but each fail to even touch a hair on his head. except for one. (cross posted on ao3 on dyvjm)
