I smirked in satisfaction as the sound of my fist making contact with his head echoed with a loud crack through the alleyway, watching without remorse as the man dropped to the ground, now unconscious. The wind and rain droplets blew around me, helping to cool me off after the fight and I finally walked away, not bothering to rest or catch my breath. I panted slightly from the unexpected exertion and breathed in the musky smell of the dirt on the street being washed away by the pure, cool rain.
"Darn it, I ruined a perfectly good dress again, just because of him!" I complained to myself, hearing the click of my heels against the concrete.
"Excuse me, Miss? I was wondering if I could talk to you about a job prospect?" A voice called from behind me.
Furrowing my brows in confusion, I halted. I turned just enough to show I was listening without revealing my whole face to him. The last thing I need is to find out this guy works for some guest from the socialite party I just left.
"Wow, Miss, you walk quite fast!" The man exclaimed.
I sighed in relief as I realized this guy was completely unrelated to my current assignment. Though I didn't completely trust him, a quick survey of his tired but cheery appearance made him seem relatively harmless. He was a puppy-like man with a bright smile and determined eyes, black hair lying flat on his head from the rain. But such a kind looking, middle-aged man roaming around these parts at this time of night and in these weather conditions was definitely suspicious.
"You said something about a job prospect?" I prompted, noticing he was giving me a once-over of his own.
He stood up straighter, smile gone. I was shocked at the sudden change and how quickly the atmosphere grew serious; whatever this man had to say, he was not messing around and I, for one, was not going to risk wasting his time.
"My name is Hongbin and I'm the manager for an idol group called BTS. Now, as much as I'd like to discuss this right here, it's a sensitive matter. Let's go somewhere we can easily blend in, shall we?" He ordered rather than requested.
I sighed and led him to a nearby cafe owned by a trusted friend. After sitting in a more secluded booth and ordering my usual sandwich, and a tea for Hongbin, I raised an inquiring eyebrow at the stout man. I don't have time to kill, and frankly, I just want to get home.
"Yes, yes. All in due time. What's your name?" Hongbin asked lazily.
"Tell me why I'm here and I'll give you my name. Otherwise, I've got places to be," I responded coldly, moving to stand.
"I'd like to recruit you to be BTS' bodyguard," He said simply, taking a sip of his tea. You can't be serious.
"You want me to babysit a bunch of kids?" I asked incredulously as I sat back down and unwrapped my food. He brought me all the way here for that?
"I wouldn't say they're kids necessarily. Judging by your appearance, I'd guess they're around your age," He commented.
"Twenty. I'm 20," I responded flatly.
" You're the same age as our maknae then. But that's irrelevant. Are you willing to do this or not?" He asked.
"Sorry man, I'm sure they're great kids - guys - but this type of job's not my cup of tea," I said, standing up with my half eaten sandwich in hand, "You ever need a contract killer though, I'm your girl." Wasted my time, hmph.
"Miss!" He called after me yet again, "Take my card. Think about it and then call me," He said, handing me a business card before walking off. I shrugged and continued walking.
Having arrived at my apartment, I locked the front door behind me, slipping out of my heels and into some plush slippers, "Finally, I can get myself out of this death trap," I sighed, reaching behind me to undo the zipper of my dress as I walked towards my room.
"Man in the house!" A familiar voice yelled from the living room.
I let my arm drop and groaned, "Why're you here?" I complained.
"Maybe because I live here?" Ryuu scoffed.
"Well it sure doesn't feel like it," I grumbled.
"You can complain once you pay me back for covering your butt on rent. Until then, hush," He said, eyes dancing with amusement.
"Speaking of which, here," I said, handing him Hongbin's business card.
"And what is this, exactly?" He asked.
"Babysitting... sorry, bodyguard gig, but you're the boss, you decide if I call or not. I'm gonna shower," I said, grabbing a set of clothes and a towel before hopping into the shower.
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"So," I said, twisting my hair into my towel, "What'd you thi- what now?" I asked, catching his expression."How can you come back from a kill and then sing in the shower?" He asked in disbelief.
I shrugged, "This is why I'm in the field and you're in the office."
"Well anyway, I checked it out. The group is pretty popular, and it's easy to see why. But he didn't give nearly enough information. Call him and tell him that your manager wants to talk details before deciding anything," He instructed, returning the card to me.
"Manager? More like fanboy" I said, rolling my eyes.
"What? Idols can have a manager and an assassin can't? Make that phone call already."
I rolled my eyes as I held my phone up to my ear, "Hey, is this Hongbin? It's the girl you tried to recruit earlier..."
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BTS' Bodyguard
FanfictionMinah, 20 years old. If you were to describe me in one word? Well... Unaffected. With a career far from normal, it's the only way to live. Everything changes, of course, when my friend - and boss - decides to stick me with a babysitting job for kick...