𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐬: The Assassin's Move

♚Move-VIII

Conscience & Consequences.

Laira was bitterly amused by her disappointment. That was The Park Jimin she was roaring to, and she should consider herself lucky that he opted for walking away when he could've done worse.

There was no reason to feel disappointed because Laira was right, somebody had to make him realize the monster he had become, who else if not her?

Laira should be proud of herself for standing her ground. She did the right thing. But then why was she worried about how his lightening sharp gaze had dimmed out at her words?

Why did she feel guilty to see that look on his face moments before he fled?

He fled. He left her alone on the dance floor. He could have done much more. He could have kicked her out of his clan, pushed her into the wall, and told her to take back every single word she said, but he left. And something told her that was the worst.

She gathered a slight of her gown in her hand before taking steps toward the seats. Jungkook and Taehyung were gone, probably somewhere dancing or drinking. Each face she passed on her way was as unremarkable as the gaze they threw at her. If they didn't care or just didn't show was a question she kept flipping in her head and the answer she got resembled a coin.

Like a coin; both at the same time.

Her gaze involuntarily searched for her clan's leader, but as far as she could see, the crowd was a deep ocean. Is this what it felt like to be at a party? Like a dimmed-out star wandering amid dazzling bright lights. Perhaps it was too late to attempt to be a part of the world that never belonged to her.

She was startled out of her exploration when a hand made its way to clamp her mouth and harshly pulled her back. Her struggle and squirming to set herself free was to no avail. Those hands pulled her to the darkened area, outside the ballroom, and then to the back exit.

As a fact she knew, nobody cared. But for this single moment, she wished they did because whoever had the tight grip on her, didn't seem to have good intentions. She desperately needed the unwanted attention.

She had danced with Jimin earlier and for certain the said man did not lack enemies. There were a number of people who would harm her just so they could harm him.

She steadied her breath once she stood in the dark backyard of the Grace's hall and a freezing breeze welcomed her. She felt the hand across her mouth slowly slide down, and her breath hitched when she turned on her heels to face what seemed like the consequences of her bad decisions.

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Jimin's stern gaze tore apart the crowd as he searched for Namjoon who had vanished in mere seconds. He had to leave Laira alone in the ballroom when he saw Namjoon send a signal of emergency, but when he made his way out the trainer had disappeared into thin air.

He wondered what possibly could have gone wrong, and if it was right of him to leave Laira alone in the middle of so many of his loathers. Although it was absurd to worry about his well-trained assassin, strangely he found himself in a hurry to return to her.

"Looking for someone?" A voice called out and the smugness in his tone was not unnoticed by Jimin.

He spun to face the arrogant assassin who he was sure was under the alcohol's influence. "Jungkook-sii," he smiled, "it's new to see you alone like this."

Jungkook returned the tight-lipped smile. "Tae must be around somewhere." He shrugged. "Not like we are attached to the hip."

"Of course," he nodded. It was new for him to talk to the young assassin whereas it was always the long-haired one who would dare pass a comment if they encountered.