Jungkook: Hitman

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Jungkook readied himself for the jump, controlling his breathing and swinging his arms for an extra boost.

One...two...three!

He pushed himself off the ground, catching the edge of his window in the process, then lifted himself into the ledge and opened his bedroom window.

He peaked through his curtains to find his parents standing there looking at him in a disapproving manner. Jungkook tried to retreat back out of the window. Key word here is tried. Unfortunately for the young hitman, his dad grabbed him by the shirt collar and pulled him back inside.

I could say he gracefully stumbled in, but I'm a terrible liar. He actually fell flat on his face. But don't worry, his face wasn't harmed in any way. No one can destroy that masterpiece.
(Cue every male mumbling under their breath "lucky bastard")

Anyway, he shot up from the floor and rubbed his (still beautiful) red face.

"Thanks, dad" he mumbled in a sarcastic tone.

"Where have you been?"

"Out."

"With who?"

"Friends."

"What friends?"

"Friends from school"

His dad sighed, probably the biggest sigh Jungkook has ever seen and heard him do. He mentally prepared himself for a "don't sneak out after curfew" lecture.

"Jungkook, please. You need to communicate with us," this time his mother spoke. Jungkook's eyes widened, his mother never spoke up in these types of conversations.

"What do I have to communicate, that I've gone out with friends, partied all night and then came home?"

"Listen to me, young man. You do not speak to your mother like that or me! You got that."

"Yeah."

"Have you got that!!"

"Yes! Dad I have! Now leave me alone."

"You're grounded you know that."

"Fine, alright."
Jungkook threw himself onto his bed, grabbing his "laptop" from the side of him.
After bolting the window, Jungkook's dad heads over to his son and grabbed the "laptop".

"Hey!" The young boy faked an annoyed tone.

Then his parents left the room. Locking it behind them.

Jungkook smirked, little did they know.

He got out his real laptop and started typing away. Altering the street videos of him going into his clients house. He made sure to send the video clips to headquarters so they could analyse and check for anything he missed.

10% 37% 58% 84%

99%

It felt like forever until...

100%

Dowloaded and sent.

He shut his laptop, placed it in the secret compartment under his bed and laid back down.

Another day, another one dead.