My Sire || Jikook

☆15. A Trained Assassin☆

🌼 WARNING ⚠️:

Depiction of Mature Content;

▪︎ Blood🩸🤍
▪︎ Gore 💔💥
▪︎ Murder 💀🪓
▪︎ Offensive words 🥀🕷
▪︎ Death 🪦👻

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The Evening Of The Butterfly's Saturday.

Jin was whistling casually. In his black bodyguard suit. standing out of the movie theater where Sire and the Butterfly would have been.

Leaned on a black car, looking around. When no one was looking, he took out a pretty pink tiny bows hairclips, from his pocket. Looking around, he abruptly tucked those hairclips on his parted black hair and began examining them with a cute smile at himself on the black tinted window of the car infront of him as a reflection.

Until, Han walked up and Jin abruptly pulled those hairclips off his hair in the speed of light and shoved them in his pocket to stand still firm like a soldier's statue.

"What... were you doing?" Han dumbfoundedly asked.

"N-Nothing" Jin abruptly replied and Han just blinked his eyes at him.

"You sure?" Han emphasized.

"Why this son of an asshole trying so hard to hide... ?" Jin asked as they both looked at Iseul's car hidden in the hedges by the road a little far and Han sighed while rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, Sire have told me to invite him in... pfft..." Han lazily uttured while walking away towards Iseul's car.

Iseul was keenly watching until Han crossed the road to walk upto him.

"Shit..." Was all Iseul uttured as Han reached his car and knocked the window. Making Iseul to roll it down.

"Hey, Mr. Sou Iseul, how did your day spend following Sire?" Han sarcastically showed a positive energetic smile.

"Well... actually..." Iseul started.

"Well, actually, you better would have look around" Han assured and looked up to a building's CCTV. "How's everything going, Theo?" Han talked on his ear-piece Bluetooth device, waving towards that camera and then at the roof of a building and Iseul noticed a black suited man waved back at Han, holding a sniper.

"Fuck it" Iseul uttured.

"On each Butterfly Saturday when Sire walks around casually, we cover meters around him. Even a bird can't enter our security panel and you following him with a big ass car. Is Sire's Butterfly addictive enough?" Han asked while leaning onto Iseul's car window.

"Kind of, but I was just trying to learn what the Butterfly likes so that, after marriage..."

"After marriage, Sire wouldn't let you have the opportunity to celebrate the Butterfly's Saturday anyhow" Han snickered.

"Fine. Got it, I am leaving" Iseul decided while trying to roll his window up but Han didn't let him.

"You can't. Sire have called you inside" Han smirked.

"No..." Iseul looked horrified.

"Yes" Han assured.

"Can't you help me in getting away with this?" Iseul begged.

"I see... I can but I want something in return" Han thought for a bit.

"What's that? Anything" Iseul confirmed.

"I want Ha-Seok-Jin" Han demanded with a pout and Iseul hold the bridge of his own nose with a sigh. "Why? Can't I have a celebrity crush? Get me him for two nights" Han added.