MISANTHROPIC | pjm. [COMPLETED]

Chapter Twenty-Two

I hated how I looked like. 

A long, flowy red dress, that showed off my figure. I put my hair into a bun. My nails were nicely done - my makeup was attention-catching and formal. This was what I always looked like whenever I went out before. 

And now.. I had to go out wearing this, again. Nobody knew where I was going. And it was good for everything to stay like that. I took a deep breath and put on my heels, making sure that there were still small blades tucked under. 

I wore a belt, where another knife was hiding in it. And I wore a golden watch, that would serve as another weapon. I grabbed an ever so familiar bag - it was one of the bags that contained the important things I needed for missions. 

I checked myself once more in the mirror. I looked a lot older than I was, in a good way, that is, for most people, at least. I walked out of my apartment, and got myself a cab. Because really, wearing something like this to the station was going to catch a lot of attention. 

I was planning to buy a car - since I hated communicating with people. I stayed quiet through the whole ride, and I was glad the driver wasn't talkative or questioned things. Once we were near the building, I told him to drop me off there. 

I stared at the building from afar, before making my way to it. There were lots of cars parking, and there were lots of men and women exiting their vehicles, dressed as formally as me. A woman in her late 20s approached me as we entered the building. 

"You look beautiful." she complimented, as we walked inside. The venue was huge - and I was used to the sight of the wealthy sipping their wine and greeting each other. "What do you think of the venue?" 

"It's huge." I nodded slowly, handing my invitation to a woman on the side, collecting them. "He's truly worked hard. He's the only one that has brought pride to his family - he's an inspiration." if only they knew his intentions. 

She nodded, "I agree. And he truly is lucky to have a dependable successor. Don't you think he's a handsome young man?" she motioned to the family seated at the very front, and my gaze landed on the one that told me to kill. And beside him, was his son. 

Who was my age: I could tell. 

"Of course." I nodded. "The family is going somewhere. They're taking a path not any wealthy family can." we talked for another short while, before she excused herself, as she was called by her husband. 

I looked around the venue, waiting for a familiar situation to stumble in. When someone tapped my shoulder from behind, I couldn't help but smirk. I turned around and smiled at the man. 

"Looking for a table?" he questioned. He was a businessman in his middle 30s. I nodded, and he lead me to an empty table. "You can sit with me. Do you have anyone with you? You look rather youthful - maybe your fiancé?" 

I never dragged my personal life into this. I shook my head innocently, "Oh.. I'm not dating anyone." 

His eyes widened a bit, "Oh really?" he sat beside me, growing interested. I was so used to this, I flashed him a smile I wasn't comfortable sending. "A beautiful woman like you, not with anyone? Just how lucky am I today?" 

"Incredibly lucky." I winked at him. I had something up my sleeve - but I wasn't going to play this out, I had to do this slowly. "But first, what do you think of my outfit?" I giggled, standing up. A waiter came to pour us some wine. 

"It fits you." his eyes dropped down to somewhere I got annoyed with - but I didn't show it. My plan was working; as always. "What does my luck bring me today?" he smirked, looking up at me. 

I returned it and moved my head closer to his ear, "How about you bring me to a table closer to the lovely family so I could give you your reward later?" I moved away, and lust clouded his eyes. I couldn't help but scoff when he started to lead me to another table. 

So stupid. 

My plans always worked. 

When he finally lead me to a table, so close that I could talk to the man, I smiled at him. "My, my, thank you, mister. You really want it, huh?" he seemed impressed by my words, and excused himself, to go to who knows where. 

I didn't care. 

Instead, I took the opportunity to initiate a conversation with the ever so familiar man. 

"You really came, Sumire." he laughed softly, holding up his wine glass to toast it with mines. To make it look like we were actual friends, I lightly hit mines with his glass. "How's the assassination going? I don't think much things have happened." 

"What do you think?" I said, sipping the glass of wine. Unlike other alcohol - wine didn't affect my tolerance as much. "I'm giving you back your money." 

He scoffed, "You think I'd actually care if you gave me back my money?" 

"I paid you because it's what you wanted. I want you to kill Park Jimin. I don't want the money. You have no idea how much you've made me upset, Sumire." he clicked his tongue. "Professional assassins never get attached." 

He turned to me, "That's the number one rule." 

"I don't live by that rule," I said, crossing my legs and holding up my glass of wine. I stared at him, and I could tell he was observing my grey contacts. "Just give up. Jimin has done nothing wrong." 

"And I know you've fallen for him, Sumire." there was a boundary between us. A wooden fence I wanted to break down to get to him. He smirked, "That's why I have bidden someone else to do your job. I wouldn't want to get my hands dirty. Assassins never question." 

My heart dropped, and I narrowed my eyes, "What the fuck did you say?"

"I hired another assassin," he said, his voice more stern. "And what do you know? He's after Jimin right now. Any time." he checked his watch. 

Overcome with anger, I pulled out the knife that was designed to look like an accessory from my hair, and jumped up the fence. I slammed his head on the table, not caring about the gazes. I heard guns click, but I didn't turn. 

"Turn him around." I commanded, tugging on his hair even harder. There were screams of terror, and his family stumbled away. "Right now." 

"Turn him around," he repeated, laughing at my words. "I grew impatient, Sumire. You had one job." his voice was low, since he had a reputation to keep. "But you know.. you're never too late to ask for another chance." 

"Give up on him, you son of a bitch." I moved his head roughly so he was facing me, and the people grew even more panicked. 

"Alright.. I'll give you two choices." he looked down on the broken glass on the floor, along with the spilled wine. "The assassin pulls the trigger, or you go back to doing your job. I'm only giving you.. one day." he held up a finger. 

I let go of him, and he chuckled, sitting up straight. He waved a hand to the guards, who had their guns pointed at me. "And I already know your part. You can't run away from this, Sumire.. I know your decision. Tonight is the night." 

I blinked a few times. 

Was I defeated? 

I turned on my heel, watching as the crowd parted to provide me an exit. And as I walked down the center, I fastened my pace. Once I was outside, I let my hair down. I didn't trust him - I had to hurry. 

I texted Jimin to come to my apartment. 

This was it. 

I bit my lip as I sat down, cutting my dress up to my knees. I wasn't going to take a cab or a station - so be it. 

I wiped the sweat of my forehead, taking a deep breath. 

"Jimin.. don't worry." 

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welp 

this was a good chapter 

yay!