MISANTHROPIC | pjm. [COMPLETED]

Chapter Seventeen

Jimin has been a lot more talkative.

It was as if he grew more comfortable with me. Even in texts, he would reply almost immediately and would sometimes even send selcas. And no surprise, when he texted me in the morning while I was eating breakfast.

I've been more comfortable with him, too. So be it - I wasn't going to let him get hurt. I didn't hear anything from the man that told me to kill him, and I had no plan to notify him about anything. He might as well live his life.

But sooner or later, I was sure he was going to contact me about it. And maybe that would be the right time to say it in his face. I didn't want to do these things anymore. I've became friends with one of the people I shot, more than 7 years ago. And I just became attached to my target.

How more inevitable can this situation get?

I chewed on the candy Jimin told me I would like. It was minty and sweet. And though I had doubts of trying it at first, since I was usually hesitant, it actually tasted good. I looked down on my phone, drinking some juice.

He was inviting me to watch a movie in Taehyung's apartment. It was crazy - how could they trust me so much? They seemed like they really adored their friends. They never left anyone out. I've never been to Taehyung's apartment before.

All I knew was that his apartment was another stop from Jimin's. He told me that he would be coming over, since he didn't want me to go alone, and that he was really excited. He always was. I felt myself smiling, and I immediately started cleaning up.

Though everything seemed alright - I still had my confusion. I didn't know what to do anymore. If I cancelled this mission, It'd seem like I was running away.

Again.

He kept the shogi piece - but I trusted it with him. There would've been a good reason to kill him, since he knew the name behind my alias, and yet.. I couldn't find myself to find a reason I would actually, genuinely agree on.

Maybe there was never going to be a reason for me to end his life.

At least.. for me.

I took my time to brush my hair, since I was pretty vain. And as always, I grabbed a box and a purse, where I kept my makeup, and started applying it. I usually and was more used to applying formal makeup, since I just had to when I attended the parties for the missions.

I always went out with makeup. I never did remember a day wherein I went out without feeling the foundation on my face. Lipstick on my lips.

When I was about to put on my foundation, the doorbell rang. I sighed, knowing exactly who it was as my phone buzzed a few seconds after. I stood up, pulling the door open, seeing Jimin smiling widely.

His eyes went wide, "Maki?"

My heart couldn't help but pound at the name he called me. Smiling small, I pulled the door open even wider so he could come in. He took off his shoes and walked inside, placing them on the side of the door.

"It's my first time seeing you without makeup," he pointed out, making his way to where I was - in front of the mirror, suddenly thinking twice about applying it. He moved his head, as if wanting me to look at him. And I did.

His face was way too close. I moved my face back right away, making my head hit a nearby table, "Ow."

He laughed, "Omo, are you okay?"

I rubbed the back of my head, as I stared at him in confusion. His laughs toned down, in which seemed like forever. "But you know.. you look better without makeup. Much more.. attractive, more human."