Lilly in the grey

An Abrupt Tragedy

3 days later, 

Jisoo straightened Namjoon's collar as he sprayed perfume on. He would be attending a Fashion show with Yoongi and Bang seok. "Make sure to get the highest level of security." Jisoo sighed. She couldn't help the dread rising in her voice. After she learned Namjoon's threat to the President, a sense of uneasiness clung to her. She dissuaded him from such risks, but he refused. He would be condemnable to his conscience if he let the matter go. The news already transmitted in the media, Taedong would surely bear a grudge against his opposers. But, what was the benefit of interpreting it to those two? Namjoon and Bang seok didn't descend a step from their resolve, much to Jisoo's despair.  

"Always stay with Seok samchon and Yoongi oppa, okay? Don't stand alone, and-" 

"Soya," Namjoon cut her, beckoning by his palm. "You worry too much," he groaned.

"Shouldn't I? You do all these things, not thinking of me? Your children?" her voice quivered. 

He heaved out a sigh. "Yes, I do all these things, you know. I even doubt even I'll return this night." he chuckled. She bashed his chest. "Dare you say this?" her sharp glare made him regret his jeer. 

When Namjoon was to board the car, he turned to Jisoo. "Mmm, should I bring something for Moonbin?" Moonbin had been furious at him after he missed his sports day at school. He stopped talking to Namjoon since then, not even sharing glances. 

"He was asking for a colour pencil set." 

"I just hope he starts talking, again. His silence pains me," he whispered as though he was saying to himself.

"Don't worry," Jisoo patted his shoulder.

A smile spread across his face as he unfurled his arms to her. "Come here," Jisoo shoved under his comforting embrace. It was no novice to her as she had slipped into his arms an infinite number of times, but this one felt distinct like it had something special about it. He uncoiled his hands from her sides. "See you later," His feet backed away from her. "Soya," the name pulsed in her ears. It reverbed as the final call of him. He entered his car and rode aloof. Jisoo remained standing there, watching the back tesla shrink gradually out of her sight. Her heart pounded speedier, dreading some vile occurrences, as if the minutes were too short. His departure felt like a separation forever. 

Namjoon attended the Fashion show along with Bang seok and Yoongi. They clicked photos, exchanged toasts with other known faces, and watched the outstanding show of new-styled fashion items. They had some pending tasks due tomorrow, so they headed to Hybe, buying colour pencils for Moonbin. But, as expected from men, after completing their tasks, they sank in for some shots of vodka.

"Make us another drink, then?" Bang Seok chortled. His cheeks turned redder with the increasing dose of liquor. Namjoon grabbed the glasses and winked at them. "I'll be right back." . Yoongi tilted his head, smiling. "We should start for home after this shot, shouldn't we?" 

"Hmm." huffed Bang Seok. 

Yoongi sneered, "Gosh, we can't drive home drunk. I shall bring us some soda." Telling that, he pushed open the door of the private chamber and trudged to the kitchen. 

A while passed. Bang seok was browsing through some documents when he heard the door open. He turned back to see a figure covered all in black who was slowly stepping near him. It astonished Bang Seok to catch an unwelcome person rather than Yoongi and Namjoon. " Hey! Who are you? Who let you come?" Bang Seok enquired but no reply came. The man stood now only a couple of feet distant. " Hey, who are you?" Bang seok roared. Having still no response, he closed the space between them. "Hey!" A stab in the heart snatched his breaths. His eyes broadened as he stole his last breath and dropped on the ground. The assassin extracted the blade from his chest, now coated with crimson, blood trickling down. The word  'Hyeolui Nu' glistening in red. 

 Yoongi appeared from the restroom. The assassin sensing another's presence, fetched a vase nearby and positioned near the door of the restroom. Just the second Yoongi came, he smashed the ceramic on his head causing Yoongi to lose consciousness and thump on the floor. His head bleeding from the blow. 

One to go, now. Namjoon hummed and prepare drinks for three in the bar when the murderer approached with the same blood-stricken knife. Namjoon looked behind in case Yoongi or Bang Seok had entered but witnessed an unfamiliar man to his astonishment. He enquired, "Hey, who are you?" He received no response. "Oh hello, I am asking you. Who permitted you to come?!" Namjoon furrowed, closing to the assassin. The silence remained. Namjoon was about to be near to him when the blade was dug into his forearm and the assassin thrust him aside. Namjoon shrieked in pain, covering his gash with his other palm as pools of blood streamed down his forearm. He struggled to rise on his feet when the masked man sprinted towards him with the bloody blade. Just as the knife almost dug into his back, Namjoon darted towards the exit. The killer threw chairs and glasses from the bar at him, causing his skin to bleed. Still, ignoring all the torment, Namjoon dashed as quickly as possible from the deserted hall and took the elevator. The killer was chasing behind, only a number of meters away. Seeing the first elevator being taken, he reached for the second one to notice it shut. He quickly ran to the stairs and bolted down steps.

Namjoon had entered the room already after reaching the 45th floor. His eyes dilated, viewing all the disaster and the lying frames, covered in blood. He tramped to Bang Seok and stirred him but no gesture came. He called out for Yoongi but it was drop-dead silence. He glanced around the defaced chamber and noticed Yoongi's phone lying on the sofa. He slogged to fetch it when the assassin banged open the door and speeded towards him. Namjoon flinched and put his utmost effort to shift to the private room but the killer aimed a stool at him which wounded his ankle and he fell on the ground. 

The blade glistened in blood nearing him. Namjoon attempted to crawl away but a bookshelf was hurled on him and its shelves blocked him from all sides now, leaving no way to flee. His heart paced with every moment, praying to be spared. Now, the man was right on him, the blade stuck out sharp and fierce. "Please don't kill me. Please. I have a family who is waiting for me. Please." Namjoon pleaded. His mouth trembling. All he wished for was living. Never had his desire for life formed this potent. The killer stood still without any movement. Namjoon held out his hope, wagging in fright. Seconds flew by in the astounding silence. Namjoon pleadingly stared at the killer. Unexpectedly he lowered his blade and backed away. 

Namjoon stretched his nape forward to notice the killer collecting thrown objects from the ground and at his left, lay Yoongi's phone. The assassin was still engaged on the other side. Namjoon slowly supported himself on his elbows and crawled to the glass wall as quietly as possible. He peeked on the other side and to his relief, the assassin's attention wasn't yet on him. 

His fingers almost managed to get on the phone when he was yanked by the collar by the assassin and grasping his pendant, he thrust him onto the glass wall behind. The glass smashed into pieces as Namjoon crashed against and before attaining any realization of the occurrence, Namjoon plummeted past 45 stories. The silver pendant shone on the black glove of the murderer. 

Deep down the height, laid a corpse with pools of blood stroking from his head, hand and legs on the pathway. Fragments of glass surrounded him. Not a single trace of life was left, in that ashen body.