𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘 || 𝐊.𝐓𝐇

𝟕 𖥸 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄

⊱ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ • 𖥸 • ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⊰

"Jin?" Taehyung repeats. "I don't know anyone named Jin." He thinks through his memory.

"You probably wouldn't know my Jin anyway." I throw my hand up and give them a lighthearted goodbye. "I'm taking a shower, and then I'll be on my way."

Tonight is perfect for going out. Jungkook is probably sleeping, and Taehyung is preoccupied with his cheap company.

I smile to myself as I walk to my room because this is going to be a piece of cake. No one here suspects anything.

Once making it to my bedroom, I decide to take that shower I've been wanting since the night before. Walking into the bathroom, I don't have time to stargaze at the luxury of the room.

I strip from my dress, letting the material fall to my ankles, and step out of the discarded clothing to turn the shower on. I slide off the watch and place it on the counter next to the sink but keep the bracelet on. I never take it off for fear of losing the only item that reminds me I had a home once.

When the shower turns warm, I step into the water and wash my body. The water pours over me, soothing away the stress from the previous night. I grab a new bar of soap and wash my skin.

The soap runs over the scars on my sides, the burn marks on my stomach, and the healed knife and bullet wounds. There are minor scars on my arms and legs, but they aren't as noticeable as the others. People have tried to kill me, so it's obvious for them to aim for the vital organs instead of limbs.

I play a dangerous game, and pain is something that doesn't matter when there's a target to kill. This isn't a carefree lifestyle. It's one full of cold-blooded psychopaths, and it's sad to say that a part of me has become one of them.

The thoughts start clouding my mind, but I make them fade. I don't have time to think about how fucked my life is, I have a job to do.

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After the shower, I dry my hair and slip on the dress because that's all I have. I put the watch back on, too.

I wear the shoes Hoseok gave me because I have to walk to find Jin. I wish I had my underwear back, not that I care if I walk around like this or not but there's a mission.

I exit my room and walk down the quiet hallway. It's as I predicted—everyone is busy.

Walking downstairs, I open the front door and leave with no trouble. I turn back and make sure no one's watching as I walk down the porch steps. I keep my eyes forward, walking down the long driveway, which takes a while until I reach the gate.

The gate's locked. I huff in annoyance, grabbing the black bars and hopping over the spikes on top until I land on the other side perfectly. Jumping a gate is child's play. I didn't spend all that time training for nothing.

I turn to the left side of the road and keep walking, knowing my partner will be close by.

Once I'm far enough from the gate, a vehicle comes by and slows down beside me.

"Get in," he says, rolling down the window.

I smile, opening the car door, and sitting on the passenger side. My directions must've worked pretty well, considering he's not lost.