𝓟𝓼𝔂𝓬𝓱𝓸 (Psycho) || •PJM• ✔️

𝓒𝓲𝓽𝔂

You stand on top of the rooftop, sighing as you look down at the city. Your target should be leaving his meeting in a minute or two. Logan Turner, one of the most successful businessmen in New York. Mr. Kim and him are practically fighting to own the city, so it's no wonder why Mr. Min wants him gone. Since he has you on Jimin's case, he probably wants to score more favor with Mr. Kim again. Maybe even earn another favor. Of course you're being used to do that. Of course you are.

Regardless you take your sniper, propping it up and peering down the scope. The roof of this building isn't too high up, especially considering you're in New York City. Truthfully it's only twenty stories high, your 5-25x56 scope can easily cover that range. Now all that's left is your target.

"Y/n, are you in position?" 

"Yes sir," you reply, keeping your eyes on the door of the building Mr. Turner's in. 

"Can I ask you something?" 

"Hm?" you ask in a hum, focusing mostly on your job. 

"Can I take you to dinner to celebrate?" Yoongi asks, causing you to go still. 

"I'm sorry?" 

"Dinner with me. What do you say?"

You let out a breath, pretending Jimin isn't popping into your mind right now. "Sorry sir, I think we should keep our relationship strictly professional." 

He chuckles, you clutching your weapon tighter. Your phone is on the edge of the rooftop, the call on speaker as you look down your scope. The silencer is strapped on tight, so hopefully you'll have time to shoot and hide before they notice where the shot came from. Either way, you're getting out of this alive. You'll be fine. You always are.

"Nonsense, I think we can squeeze a dinner in there without our relationship moving from professional to something else," he replies just as the target leaves the building, his four bodyguards surrounding him. He stops to take a phone call as soon as the doors close behind him, you pulling the trigger before he can move.

You watch through the scope as the bullet pierces through his skull, blood shooting out and covering two of the four bodyguard's faces. With a smirk of satisfaction, you duck down, taking your sniper off its tripod and hiding underneath the ledge.

"Target executed," you whisper, "am I dismissed?" 

"Not until you say yes." 

You place your sniper back in its case, deconstructing it and tightening your gloves. Soon enough, you're ready to leave. Then, you peek up and notice a problem. "Sir, I don't think that's a good idea," you say, eyes widening as you see the guards coming after the building you're staying at. Shit, how did they see you? Are they guessing? The building you're on is across the street from the one Mr. Turner was at. What the hell?

"I'm being tracked, please sir, tell me I'm dismissed," you say. Hanging up on your boss is considered a crime in this world. You have to be told you're dismissed otherwise you'll be punished. Yoongi wouldn't kill you, but he'd be fine de-limbing you, maybe even beating you half to death. He's a cruel, cruel man.

"I told you my conditions. Say yes, and I'll dismiss you." 

You clench your jaw, strapping your case around your back and pulling your pistol free from its holster resting on your thigh. "Sir, please. I don't want to. I want us to have a business relationship, nothing more," you say, trying not to make it sound like a warning, but you have to.

There's silence for a few beats as you watch the entrance to the rooftop, getting in your ready stance. Your bulletproof vest is underneath your leather jacket, but that won't help if you get shot more than twice. By the looks of it, that's going to happen. You need to make your escape now.

"I'm not dismissing you until you say yes. That's that," he replies, his tone cold. You grunt, shaking your head. You need to go now or you're fucked. There's faint sirens in the background, coming closer and closer by the second. Fuck, you need help. And not just anyone's help.

"Fine, yes. Now am I dismissed?" 

"Excellent, I'll send you the details later. You're dismissed." 

Almost instantly, you snatch your phone from off the ledge, hanging up and throwing it into your jacket's pocket. You make sure it's secure before holstering your pistol, running away.

There's a rope hung off the ledge you had as plan B. Looks like you need plan B right now. You jump to it, grabbing it and swinging yourself down the ledge. "Fuck!" you shout, hitting the wall before dropping down onto the fire escape. You pull down the long rope, leaving no evidence that you were on the rooftop before dashing down the stairs.

Soon enough you're on the ground, but there's shouts coming from the top. They clearly saw you. Traversing down twenty stories without being caught is a difficult feat, so you expected them to see you, but you need help and you need it now. You whip out your phone, dialing his familiar number before placing your phone against your ear.

After only three rings, he picks up. "Yes baby girl?" Jimin asks, you jumping as a gunshot rings out. 

"Jimin, I need you!" 

Even though you can't see him, you can hear him panicking. "Shit, where are you baby? I'm on my way, please stay safe." 

You let out a huff, pulling your pistol free from your holster while your sniper case bounces against your back. A few men jump to the ground, you shooting at them while you run. "Baby!" Jimin's panic voice yells. 

"I'm still here!" you reply, firing a few more times before turning a corner. You pant, shaking your head. Then, you start your run again. 

"Baby girl, where are you?" 

"I'm on my way to you, stay outside your penthouse I'm not far," you say as more gunshots ring out. 

"Okay. Stay on the line with me baby," he says, his voice almost like a plea. 

You don't reply, simply deciding to obey. It's safe to say this night didn't go how you expected, and now? You have a date with Min Yoongi of all people. But something tells you it's not going to be just a 'date'...