•IBTTBL• [Yeonggyu]

05 - Yeonjun

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It was dark.

The only source of light was coming from the lamp that was placed on the table.

Across the table, there sat Namjoon, my mentor.

My hands were cuffed in the table, just as always as I sat there waiting for Namjoon to say something.

"You do realize your time has come right?" He spoke deeply.

I lift my head up to meet his eye, his gaze was still serious and unwavering.

"I do."

I replied shortly.

"And you do know, that I am expecting alot from you." He uttered intensely as he laid his back, crossing his arms as his figure stood dominant.

"Are you sending me to my mission?"
I deliberately asked, determined to show him what I have gathered and what he taught me the last nine years.

Other than that, I was fixated on continuing Hoseok's plan.

Namjoon, looked at me, his eyes piercing through my soul.

"I am, sending you on a mission."
He replied.

He pulled up a folder and placed it right on the table.

The folder was already open, a picture of a man was clipped flatly on the top.

It was a picture of my father.

I looked at him, eye to eye, his brow raised.

Was he expecting me to read his mind?

"I know your not stupid, Yeonjun. You know exactly what you're mission is."

I scoffed as I looked at the picture once again.

Out of all pictures, he decided to use one where he was happy.

Where we're happy.

"So basically you kidnapped me from my father, for almost nine years, only to send me back to that house to kill him?"

He leaned in, as he took the picture from the folder.

He reached for something in his pocket, only to pull up a lighter.

He slowly light up the piece of metal lighter and put it close to the picture before lighting up the picture on fire.

"Remember what's your purpose here Yeonjun. You are here for your revenge, you are here because your father didn't give you any purpose. So now, you are given one purpose, and it's to kill. Know why this organization chose you. Know why we are giving you justice."

"Know why I trained you."

I was blankly staring at the picture that was now burnt and almost torn to ashes.

For nine years,

Nine years I was getting prepared.

Prepared for this mission, prepared for my time to kill.

Back then I was thrilled by the idea of killing someone.

Now, I'm just not that sure if I am.

After what Hoseok told me, after what he had made me realize.

I just felt, empty.

Half empty.

I was frustrated that I had to kill my father,

I was frustrated that I had to find my way to escape this hellhole.

I was frustrated about what, or who I really am.