being jungkook

2. little deaths

"yeah i recieved the mail with the picture....yeah i am already on it..yeah, u know how much.. good... later" kook shoved his phone into his jacket and watched his target.

it was his job nonetheless, as an assassin. mostly for the local or international mob. he made his name early on, "ghost" or "shadow" was his speciality. his victims couldnt see what hit them, literally! he was silent and deadly. his only no-no were woman and children and preferable only really bad guys. so it was very interesting for him, what this guy did so horribly, that he was on the list.

kook watched him and went over the thin dossier. the guy looked cute, almost too beautiful for a guy, he was smaller than him, even his hands were small. what the hell, could this guy have done to earn a bullet?!

against his own codex, he took his time observing this guy. for the first time, he was interested in his target. so he watched him, doing his routine.

kook yawned, he was tired and his car wasnt a comfortable place to sleep in, but ... as he gagged on the cold stale coffee from his thermo bottle, his target... jimin, walked fresh as the morning out of his apartment complex and walked down the street. kook scrambled to get out of his car. this was his chance! he knew jimin would come back in the evening, so he had time to find out, what was so wrong with the guy. he went into the front door, as another occupant walked out with her dog, greeted her, and went up with the elevator to jimins floor. he picked the lock and he was in.

kook inhaled the air, jimins scent was prominent and looked around. the apartment wasnt big, but neat and clean. kook looked into the fridge, looked all books through, interesting choices, the dvd collection, also interesting and went into the bedroom. kook inhaled more inside the closet. layed on the bed and took a nap. he had time anyway.

he woke up hours later, ate a sandwich and sat on the bed, looked around, out of curiosity opened the nightstand drawer and was surprised.

"oh? okay, he... likes dicks, huh?" kook held a dildo up and grinned. he took a thoroughly look of the closet and the bedroom, found other interesting stuff. this guy just got more interesting than before!

kook went to the living room and saw a laptop. with his skills, it was easy to get access to jimins emails. kook whistled. "so farone, huh? seriously? he fucked with farone junior?!" kook was pissed. he knew farone junior, the youngest son of one of the local mob boss. a dirtbag, moron and full of himself.

kook dialed a number. "yeah, ghost? done with the target?" "his name is jimin. u fucked with him?" "wha?!" "dont lie to me, i just read the mails u sent him. he cut u off, huh?" "if so, what does it matter?! u were given a job, so finish it" "your father hired me to clean up your mess? kill a boy, cause he wouldnt wanna go to a second date with u? seriously, junior?" "i fucked that thwat good and he refused me! me! i am the best dick and fuck this slut can have!" "are u serious? what the fuck u told your dad about him? he would never hire me for that shit" "just do your job, man and dont fucking perstering me!" "yeah sure, asshole" kook fumed and called the boss.

"ghost! u done with the job?" "what did your spawn told u about the target?" "oh? another tone, please" "i have no time for politeness" "he stole from my son! nobody is allowed to do that!" "he didnt steal, i just spoke with junior. they fucked and the boy rejected him. thats all" "what?!"

"yeah, i am in his apartment, i read all the mails junior sent to him. u really should send him to a shrink, he is not right in the head" "thats not your call!" "it is my problem, when u send me to such jobs! u know my rules! this boy is innocent. his only mistake was to get in bed with your stupid psycho son" "just do the job!" "i said, u know my rules, didnt i?!" "are u refusing..." "i do. as i said, u know my rules. take care of your son, before he gets stuck in shit up his neck! and he will, if he doesnt get help" "ghost..."