"So good with guns but not so good with women, eh? Or are you just being shy? Come on Jeon, put your hands on me. I know you want to pull up this dress and see why I forgot my panties tonight."
[Jungkook x mc]
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Heartless
The day he was born, he was bound to end up in a place such as this. His parents made the mistake of creating him and it was too late to get rid of him. His mother suffered those 9 months of carrying him, and still as heartless as her husband was, shipped him off to an underground Russian organization that took unwanted children of all kinds.
The young raven-haired boy grew up within these white walls, was taken care of, and stayed in this facility and as soon as he was six years old, he moved on up. He was now in training, learning the basics and excelling in high-level courses through rigorous testing enforced by the head of the organization.
Only the best of the best would have an opportunity such as this, and any kid that didn't do an exceptional job with what they deemed as the first steps of the course, they were given away to an orphanage. Some of them weren't cut out for this type of thing, and the young boy was top of his class, meaning he was born-ready.
He was the favorite because of his ability to learn fast, his lack of emotion, and response to anything affectionate or seen as 'humane'. By the age of ten, the next level had begun and he along with the other boys got their identifications. Those were numbers tattooed on their wrists, something subtle but telling so they knew who everyone was since they were all part of a system. There were no names here, only numbers. No type of humanity was left in them and they became robots. Like cattle being raised for slaughter.
Years and years of testing, training, torture, and now he was 18. He had passed all classes, his once soft boyish features sharp and intense much like his doe eyes that were as black as his hair and as stone cold as his aura. His attractiveness, his stance, and even his voice were perfectly curated to be the man he was born to be. The assassin that would grip the underworld by its throat and strike fear in any man's heart.
No matter the status of a man's wealth or reputation, it was all for naught if they were one of his targets. One shot was all it would take, his duo of handguns had both seen their fair share of confirmed kills. 70 in total by the time he was 22. Needless to say, he was a shadow, any government agent attempting to track him had no luck because he was like the wind.
Everywhere and nowhere, consistently moving until he stopped, but always lingered in the air. He was the world's number one assassin, the top of the list, and the one who still had no heart for anything other than the kill. His acting was more than good, he would smile, and the corner of his eyes would cutely crinkle but as soon as that mask was back on, he was back to the heartless being that he always was.
