Kim Seokjin. Head of one of the scariest mafia groups in Seoul. Also the best, getting rid of the evil. Every small mafia group and gang fears him.
Jung Hoseok. An infamous assassin who is good at his job. During the day, he's an ordinary dance tea...
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Hoseok pulls his jacket on, gun holsters underneath the leather. He heads out, grabbing his keys to his motorcycle and climbs onto the bike. Tonight, he has a new target. He puts his helmet on before putting the kickstand up and heading off into the night.
The drive isn't very long from his apartment. He was given a new target, someone on the outskirts of Seoul who's been selling drugs. He will just pay a visit. Nothing too major. As he approaches the sight, he's greeted by another group already beating him there.
"Shit," he lets out a breath, stopping the bike at the end of the alleyway. It looks like the mafia group found out about his last interference a few days ago. He knows they weren't too happy.
He hides behind his bike, looking around for a fire escape. He grabs the bottom of the ladder, pulling it down and starts to climb up it. He's quiet, not wanting to grab anyone's attention. He walks to the edge of the building, quick to set up his sniper and looks through the scope. The tall stranger looks familiar to him and so does the others who are with him.
Seokjin has his arms crossed over his chest, listening to the others as he talks.
"You don't understand. I need the money."
He rolls his eyes, the same excuse every time he stops a drug dealer.
"You are not supposed to be selling those in this area. You need to stop," Namjoon speaks up, the man still refusing to listen. The conversation continues until the can resorts to other measures, pulling a gun out from his jacket. He points it at Namjoon and Jimin, the two widening their eyes.
The man is about to pull the trigger, still pointing it at Jimin. Before anything can happen, a bullet flies through the air, straight in between the man's eyes. Jin watches as the scene unfolds, the now dead man falling to the ground. Namjoon is trying to calm down a panicking Jimin.
Seokjin turns his head, seeing a glimpse of a person's head as they leave the building. All he sees in a glimpse of black hair and they are gone. It must have been the infamous J-Hope. He makes sure everyone is okay before going to look.
The sound of a motorcycle revving up makes him pick up his pace. Right as he turns a corner, he sees the bike pull off. "Wait!" He shouts after the person. He wants them to stop, wanting to speak to them. It's too late. He watches as the person joins the late rush traffic. "Shit. Not again."
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Hoseok sits down on the bed, his hair wet and fresh from a shower. He hasn't been home very long, just finished up the mission. He's exhausted, from dance practice and continuous missions lately. It's hard, not getting enough sleep and rest. He picks his phone up, sending a message to his 'boss.' He lets them know he's taking a few days off from the missions, needing some rest.
Thankfully, his boss understands and lets him off the hook for a few days. Well, more like a week because his boss can be overprotective sometimes when it comes to Seok's health. He lets out a sight of relief and puts his phone on the charger. Tomorrow is a Saturday so he will be able to get some rest.
He turns the lights off, climbing under the covers and lays his head down onto the pillow.
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"Namjoon-ah?"
"Yes, Hyung?" He asks, looking up from the gun he was cleaning.
"Have you guys found anything on J-Hope?"
The younger shakes his head, "Not yet. This person is pretty well hidden."
Seokjin nods, heading to the stairway. "Make sure you get some sleep." He heads up the stairs, going to his bedroom.
