{𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬} ☑️

Jikook- {Silent Striker}

Submissive Top: Jungkook
Power Bottom: Jimin

Requested by:
gloomy_ball
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It was a perfect day for a kill don't you think? The sun was vanished behind the clouds, the cool breeze swept the trees afar while the birds chirped ever so soothingly in the sky. They sounded so much like an opera of singers. "Don't worry sir...I'll get him for you." Said someone while on the phone. "That's good to hear. You're my most extravagant killer. Don't let me down." The person hung up the phone after giving a assured okay then got on his motorcycle.

He stared at the man coming out of a luxurious building with the paparazzi swarming over him like mosquitoes. "Time to kill a Jeon." Said the person and placed on his motorcycle helmet, turned on his bike and followed the black car which had his target. This job was specifically given to Jimin because he has many ways of getting away from being caught. He's as silent as the dead, quick as a flash of lightning but there is one more major asset about him, he's dangerously seductive.

The ride didn't take longer than a few minutes, he was pulling up to an apartment while watching his target get inside. Jimin parked his motorcycle behind the building and used his special equipment to climb the walls. "I'm at the location, send the information now." Said Jimin to his communicator which was beamed to a hacker. "Sending information now. Good luck Park, bring him in." It wasn't long after Jimin received a message on his watch.

It told him what room and floor Jungkook just booked plus an escape route. Jimin steadily climbed up the walls, reaching the 4th floor, he stood at the window of room 15. He peaked through the window and saw Jungkook laying on his bed. "Perfect..." Jimin thought and pulled open the window effortlessly and went in. To make sure he doesn't make a sound, he used the walls to climb into Jungkook's room. There, laying on the bed, was a gorgeous man.

He had just finished a long and dreadful shift, laying tiredily on the bed. His clothes was scattered on the floor with only a towel conceiving his lower half of his body. "Damn you Jeon...Now why did you have to do that?" Said Jimin in his mind. He would usually take not more than 5 seconds to kill someone but Jungkook...he needs special treatment. Jimin carefully made his way closer to Jungkook until he was right beside him. He took out a sharp, shiny diamond plated knife and held it under Jungkook's neck with his hand cressing his cheeks.

Jungkook immediately opened his eyes, attempting to fight back but when he caught a glimpse of the person, he grew very timid. "Don't scream, don't you dare scream. Shh..." Jungkook's heart rate increased tremendously, it felt like drums was beating in his chest and he'll burst a vein pretty soon. "W-why are you here? You're the killer from the news aren't you? Silent as the dead, fast as lightning...what did I do to you to deserve this?" Asked Jungkook. "Well...I was given a order to assassinate you but you see...you're a bit different."

"D-different? H-how am I different?"

"You see...I usually kill older stupid men who are greedy and deserves to die. It's been such a long time since I've seen someone as handsome and cunnung as you."

Said Jimin while he sluggishly dragged the knife down Jungkook's body. Jimin's eyes, never left Jungkook's. He can see fear in them, anxiousness wanting to to take him over. "Please don't kill me! I-i would do anything please. You want my money, take it! My company? All yours. Even my house, j-just take it." A small smirk formed on Jimin's face, he brought the knife up to his chest again then threw it across the room. Jungkook gave him a confused look, why would he do that?

"Listen here handsome. I don't want your money...I want you." Said Jimin. Jungkook looked petrified, he wants him? How is this possible? "Y-you want me dead?" Replied Jungkook. Jimin sighed but still kept the idea he had in mind. He slid one of his hands down Jungkook's body, feeling each and every curve of his muscles which felt so good. Suddenly, he stopped at the towel and parted his lips to speak again. "Let me have a taste of you and if I'm satisfied, I'll let you live and I'll convince my boss to take your name off of our target list."