MISANTHROPIC | pjm. [COMPLETED]

Chapter One

It was suffocating. 

I felt so exposed - despite sitting on the farthest table inside the restaurant. I hated the noise - I hated the sight of more people entering. And for some reason, what I hated the most was seeing their smiles and laughs. 

My gaze lowered on the glass of wine on my hand. Taking another sip, I couldn't help but grow impatient, though I've only been waiting for a couple minutes. 

I always payed attention to such small detail, and noticed the small discolouration on my nails. 

My blonde hair fell to the side, and I hoped it didn't catch attention. I hated attention, but there was always a strong temptation inside of me to be different. And though I was aware of the results, I loathed the fact that people would look at me whenever I passed by because of something so simple. 

Because of my eye-catching strands. My makeup. My style. My aura. 

From the reflection of the wine glass, I see an unfamiliar man making his way over. Expecting who it was, I lowered the glass and took a deep breath, standing up and faking a smile. 

"Good morning." he greeted, holding out his hand which I reluctantly shook. I rolled my eyes when he pulled me in a hug, and when he pulled away, I smiled again. 

"Good morning." I replied, sitting down. Maybe pretending wasn't going to work. He probably knew what I was already capable of. I sighed and crossed my legs, resting my chin on top of my palm. 

"So.. where do we start?" he tapped his fingers on the table, waving a hand to a waiter that was about to approach the table. "Of course.. the introductions. Personal introductions, that is. I'm Park Hyunsu." 

I nodded slowly, pursing my lips. "Sumire." 

"Sumire?" he cocked an eyebrow. "Odd name. You're japanese." 

I couldn't help but scoff, "And what does that have to do with our supposed topic?" 

He shrugged, obviously surprised by my reply. "Alright, Sumire.. the job's just for you. Because your target is going to be a college sophomore, like you." 

I didn't reply. I nodded, motioning him to continue. 

"His name is Park Jimin." he explained. I already had questions and protests in mind. But I was going to wait for him to spill all details. "And he studies in La Harpe university. He's from Busan, and his family currently lives there. His course is engineering." 

Instinctively, I waited for him to say more, but he gave me a look to confirm that he was done. I sighed and leaned back, "That's it? At least give me more information about him. How old is he? Is he living with anyone? And here's something," I moved my head closer. 

"I don't assassinate unless you raise the price, or have a justified reason for me to kill him." I stated. He eyed me. 

"He's 22 years old. He is living with 2 roommates. And before we get there," he paused. "I want to know that you can actually kill him in the first place." he was underestimating me for my words. Most likely - that is. It made my blood boil. 

"How old are you?" he mocked my tone. "Where do you live? Who do you live with? How many people have you killed? How many missions have you gotten in and have accomplished? How long have you been doing it?" 

"Fucker." my lips curled into a smirk. One more word, and he's dead flesh. "I'm 22. I live in an apartment in Seoul. I don't live with anyone. I've killed plenty of people. I've succeeded in every mission. And I've been doing it for 6 years."

Before he even got to reply, I cut him off. "I have proof of every fucking thing you're to put against me." he probably wondered how I managed to catch up with every question he asked me - as he most likely forgot them in the first place. 

He cracked a smile, holding his hands up in the air. "Alright, alright. I believe you." 

"Then continue." I waved a hand. My lips couldn't help but form a scowl when he pulled out a contract from his suitcase and pushed it over to me, along with a pen. 

"Kill him." he said. 

I scoffed, "I'm waiting for the money. Or the history. You should go with both." 

"He betrayed my family." he breathed out, the pen still in his hands. "He's my fucking cousin. And he let my mom and dad get charged and be jailed. He didn't do anything about it - and last year, my father died. And just a week ago - my mother was next." 

I believed him. 

But it was low. 

At least for me. 

I rolled my eyes, "Do you have any proof on how your parents did when Jimin was in their presence? Maybe they committed crimes that made it right for them to die in jail." 

He flashed me a glare for my harsh words. I was always loose with them - but compared to my actions, they were nothing. I was always careful. He decided not to argue any further. 

"Then I'll raise your remittance." he persuaded. "By a hundred thousand won. I can raise it higher - if you manage to kill him, I can raise it to two hundred." 

"I don't sign contracts." I shot back. The look on his face made me want to smirk; it was always like this. They would always think they had everything against me. But in the end, I would always win. 

"You're-" 

"You don't need any physical proof to charge me. I'm as justified as the most. I do the work, and it's done. I don't need to write ink on that paper." Lies always came out of my mouth, it made me want to pity him. 

"But am I allowed to turn back?" I questioned right away, before he even got to protest.

He cocked an eyebrow, "Turn back? Turn back from what? I thought you were professional when it came to this." 

"Turn back from killing this Park Jimin." I said, my voice quiet. I suddenly started thinking about the payment. And if I had to be fair to myself; his offer wasn't enough. That was way too low. 

"And raise the money." I demanded, my tone becoming more serious. I was only doing this for one thing - and that was for the money. 

I rested my arms on the table. He sighed, moving his hand and placing it on top of my arm. "Come on. I can show you a good time tonight, is that enough?" 

Disgusted, I slapped his hand and sent him a cold glare. "Get your dirty hands off of me, or else I'll chop them along with your fucking feet." 

"Woah, calm down." he scoffed, moving away. "Fine. One million won, bitch. Is that enough?" 

"Who you calling bitch?" I growled. "Say: I'll let you call me that once you can have someone else do your shit for you." 

"Yeah, yeah." he waved a hand, before holding it out. "Is it a deal?" 

I stood up, ignoring his hand as I grabbed my bag. I looked over my shoulder, flashing another forced smile, like I always did whenever a meeting was to start and end. 

"Why not?" 

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First chapter published! 

I was lowkey upset because I wanted this to hit 2k words. I will make it up to you (and myself) by making the next chapter much longer! And it's probably going to be a bit confusing, too. But bare with it. Bare with the book. (It also kinda means, "bare with the whole series".) 

And to those who have read "HARUM SCARUM" Don't you think Jongmin's reason to wanting to kill Jimin sound familiar? 

Well. What do you think of everything so far? Someone is out to kill Jimin. That's for sure. And it doesn't look like she'd be hesitating any time soon. We don't know much about her yet, but her memory's pretty cool, don't you think? 

Okay.. STAY TUNED!