Most Hated | k.namjoon

fire water - code kunst

"I didn't think you'd be able to find me," he said, looking at her through his fringe.

Minah hadn't ever realised how long  his dark bangs were due to the fact that he either always covered his hair with a beanie or wore a headband to push them back. But that was least of her worries at that very moment.

She let out a heavy breath which she'd been holding in since the moment she recognised him. She retracted her folding pocket knife and slipped it into the jacket pocket.

The whole time she didn't avert her glaring eyes from him. His usual playful look was replaced by an expression that was very foreign for her to see upon his face.

"What is the meaning of this, Namjoon?" she asked, "Is this supposed to be one of your pranks?"

He put his hands in the pocket of his black trousers and broke out a slight smile. Minah was breathing heavily, as a way of controlling her pulsing anger. She didn't appreciate his relaxed manner especially when she was being so desperate for answers.

"How could I have pranked? It's not like I convinced you to trek out here in the forest."

Minah clenched her jaws to stop herself from cursing and lunging to smack him.

"Are you the assassin or not?" she asked as a matter of fact. She didn't want her precious time to be wasted any further by his petty tricks.

He puckered his lips and frowned. "I don't think I should tell-"

She took long quick strides towards him before grabbing a handful of his black shirt collar into her hands. She pulled him, minimising the gap between their faces. She looked at him straight in the eyes.

Her sudden movement kept him unfazed and looking rather bored. Minah found herself clenching her jaw again, not from anger this time but from a feeling much more terrifying for her to admit to. She refused to accept that in front of the guy who'd been annoying her for the past year was making her taste fear. It was sickening.

But the eyes that looked back at her felt nothing like the michevious glimpse Namjoon always had. This time, it felt much familiar. Looking at him felt like a mirror.

The cold dead expression painted upon his face was very much like her own. That was what made her feel afraid. She knew eyes like that could only belong to someone who had nothing more to lose and wasn't afraid to do the worst. The only people she knew with a look like that was herself and Blue.

Her thoughts were burst when she felt a large cold hand clasp around her fist. He unfixed her grip on his shirt but didn't move his face away from her. Instead, he only inched closer until they could feel each other's breaths on their cheeks. He moved his head a little to the side, right by her ear.

"Be careful with your actions," he whispered, "What you've read online about me aren't just baseless rumours."

Minah held her breath, not daring to show any signs of anxiety in front of him. He stepped back, turning around to face the corner where there was a single glowing candle.

"Welcome to my humble crib," he announced, lifting his arms by him before swiveling on his heel to look back at her.

His usual grin had returned on his face. The sudden change in character confused her. She was unsure with how to react. Instead, he bowed to her, extending his right palm.

"Nice to meet you, Chung Minah," he said. "I'm Kim Namjoon the Chameleon."

Realising that she wasn't going to accept his handshake , he lifted up his head and playfully pouted. The only response he got was her stoic expression. 

"I thought you liked to keep a low profile. Why are you revealing your identity?"

He straightened his back and laughed.

"Oh Minah, Minah," he sang. "I know you well enough to be sure you won't go online and talk about me. Also I can trust myself to stay hidden again, if you were to reveal me."

"You know nothing about me," she said defensively, averting her eyes from him for the first time. Her response only caused him to laugh again.

" You are right and I'm also not interested to know much. So why were you so determined to find me?" he asked. "What are you going to do next? Capture me and put me in a museum?"

He striked a pose, showing off his best  statue look.

That finally made Minah return to her right mind. With the shock of meeting him she had completely forgotten what she went there to do.

"I need your help."

"Alright, who do you want dead?" he asked, "Also, I'd like cash in hand please. I don't accept card."

Namjoon laughed at his own joke, clapping his hands like a seal. Minah glared at him and slightly concerned with his lack of mental stability.

"Actually. There is someone I need to destroy, with my own hands," she said, "I just need your help doing it."

He frowned at her, his brows underneath his dark fringe grew closer together. He crossed his arms across his broad chest.

"That's not going to happen. I like to work on my own," he said. "Find your own way to do whatever to that person."

He began to turn away but she spoke, desperation clinging to her voice.

"Please! I need your help. You are the only person I can think of who can assist me and this isn't something I'm sure I can do by myself. I've been looking for you for more than six months so I will not let you go easily."

The corner of his lips turned up into a subtle smirk.

"One would think that was a love confession," he joked. "But on a serious note, I'm really not going to accept that offer. Like, how will I benefit from helping you?"

She glanced up that ceiling to think carefully.

"I can help you with your future projects."

He laughed, clearly amused. "I know you are an amazing boxer and terribly strong, but it's not going to be enough-"

"That's not all I can offer. I promise you," she cut him off.

He tapped his chin with his index finger as he thought. He wasn't taking Minah seriously but thought a little bit of fun wasn't going to hurt him.

"I will make you one deal," he said. She looked at him, not daring to blink as if that would cause her to miss what he was going to say.

He continued, "If you find me one more time, I might consider your request. I will leave this place, tonight and will look for a new 'sanctuary'."

She squinted her eyes, allowing her brain to process his words before she could rush into making a decision. In the end she accepted his offer. She wasn't going to stand there and beg in front of Namjoon to just help her out. She was too prideful to do a move like that and he knew it.

Namjoon's expression held a sly smirk. He loved nothing more than a challenge, a game, because he knew no matter what, he would always win.

After all, he was the most notorious assassin in the country. One girl who happened to find him wasn't going to make him nervous about his abilities. She just got lucky.

That was all.

He continued to repeat those words in his mind like it was a mantra. It was the only way he could make peace with himself because currently his brain was going through a battle of denial which he desperately tried ti suppress.

A/N Hey guysssss. I'm back with this late update! I feel like the storyline is going to start kicking off from here because we have passed the introductions and all. How are you guys liking the story so far? Any ideas you would like to see in this storyline? Cause I'd love to incorporate some of your ideas into the book. - Panda