MISANTHROPIC | pjm. [COMPLETED]

Chapter Twenty-One

Usually, when I went out to go to a bar, I always wore something revealing and eye-catching for it to be easier to seduce whoever was my target.

 And when I stared at myself in the mirror, wearing a huge shirt and some leggings, I couldn't help but smile. It was such a rare occasion for me to wear something out of comfort, and not for attention and style. 

I tied my hair into a ponytail, glancing at the clock as I did. It was 6:47PM, and Jimin told me he would be here by 7:30PM. I put on my shoes, not satisfied until I felt the handle of the knife under. Once I was ready, I made my way to the messy shogi board and started to clean up. 

I always turned from the things I shouldn't be running away from, and it was as if the characters on the pieces grew unfamiliar. I was Japanese. But to actually know myself even more when I turned away from who I really was.. it was confusing. 

I sighed and carefully put it back in its box. I placed the box inside one of the cabinets, before making my way to the darts, taking it off of the wall. And like the shogi board, I took it off from its place. I carried the boxes to an ever so familiar room. 

I looked around the room, my gaze landing on the numerous weapons around me. It's been a while since I entered this room - the last mission I had was when I shot the woman. I sighed and placed the boxes inside the room, before walking out. 

Seeing it the room, it looked different. For once, it actually looked neat. It looked.. more comforting. I was glad I took out my throwing knives a year ago, due to the sudden visits I had. I took a deep breath, flopping down on the bed. 

I closed my eyes for a bit, before staring at the plain, white ceiling - that suddenly became more interesting, compared to the city view I always stared at. It started to impress me with its simplicity. It wasn't overwhelming. 

I moved my hand, feeling a mirror. I grabbed it and sat up, seeing my reflection. I started to admire myself, though only wearing natural makeup, that wasn't much. My imperfections were even more visible - my crooked tooth, some scars, my boring eyes. 

But if I looked this close, yeah it was visible. But who would dare to go this close to me? 

The doorbell rang, and knowing exactly who it was, I stood up, and answered the door. Seeing Jimin wave at me, I pocketed my keys before walking out of the room, locking it behind me. 

"Yah, Taehyung and the others are already there." he said, laughing as if someone told a joke, and he still wasn't over it. "They're way too excited." 

I smiled small, "Do you think it's actually a good idea to celebrate at a bar?" not that I was complaining - I was used to going to bars, but they weren't necessarily something I was looking forward too. After all, I didn't like crowds. 

"Don't worry," he reassured, moving closer and intertwining his hands with mines, as we entered the elevator. "Yoongi-hyung doesn't like going out with plenty of people. So get this: we rented the whole place." 

My brows raised at his words, "Really? You really care for each other." 

"Yes, and Yoongi-hyung'll beat me up." he joked, before staring at me for a short while. "Gah, you look adorable in your outfit. I can't believe you can pull off something so simple!" 

I shrugged, "You too." I wasn't very good at complimenting people, but now that I think about it, me and Jimin had similar style. I eyed him, laughing a bit. "You're wearing.. something similar, too, you know." 

And he actually pulled it off, as well. We both wore white shirts and black shoes. The only difference was that he was wearing jeans and I was wearing pants. I wore a hat, and he wore some shades.