MISANTHROPIC | pjm. [COMPLETED]

Chapter Twenty-Eight

"Sumire!" Yoosung's low, yet annoying voice was heard from the other side of the door. I sighed, stopping myself from moving another shogi piece as I stood up. What was he doing, visiting me in my apartment at 5PM out of a sudden? 

I pulled the door open, my gaze landing on Yoosung in a suit. His silver hair was slicked back, and there was a red rose on his suit. Of course he was still fond of flowers - but I knew it wasn't just any flower. 

"Why are you here?" I questioned, continuing to eye him. Unlike me, he was the type of assassin that either used traps or killed them, face to face. I was sure he was a charm speaker in the world of hitmen. It was his specialty. 

"Come with me," he said, instinctively walking inside the apartment. As he walked past the mirror, he moved back and started admiring himself. I rolled my eyes on how vain he was being, though I already knew he was. "To an heir's party." 

I already know what he meant by that. Most of the missions assassins got were killing heirs, or rich and known people. And I could already tell he was heading to a mission, but it was odd. 

"Wouldn't it be easier for you to do your job if I didn't come?" I pointed out. Usually, I would've been competitive and maybe even help him - but right now, the only thing that was on my mind, ever since yesterday.. was Jimin. 

I couldn't stop thinking about his words. About our kiss.. about him. 

I didn't want to kill anymore. 

Yet Yoosung.. I know what he's been through. I know the feeling of being blinded by the past, of how worthless your life is, and you would find most of your joy through killing - because no one was there to show you what real happiness actually is. 

But now I know. 

"Come on, it'd be fun." he persuaded, turning to me. I sighed. Maybe now isn't the time to talk to him about it. It would be better to talk him out of it once I actually see his target. "And I've already got it planned." 

I made my way to the small table, starting to clean up the shogi board so I could start preparing. Yoosung walked over, sitting on the couch and crossing his legs, since he knew I didn't like getting my things touched, "I'd take her home tonight." 

I sighed, placing the board and pieces inside its case, before standing up and glancing at him, "You're still living with that tactic?" I cocked an eyebrow. "You make people fall in love with you, and then you assassinate them." I knew he was a playboy - but wow.. 

I could imagine the pain. 

"At this point," he started, leaning his head on the couch and looking up at the ceiling, "Do you think anyone would actually love me for me?" 

I closed my eyes for a bit, staring at him. "I've thought the same." my words made him turn his head to look at me. "But I was wrong. Even the world's proven me wrong." I didn't give him a chance to reply, as I made my way to my closet. 

I heard him sigh as I rummaged through my clothing. I then picked out a royal blue dress that hugged my figure. Along with it, I prepared some black heels. Not that my shoes would matter - the dress was long enough. 

Maybe it took me an hour to get ready - after all, I was used to cramming. When Yoosung saw me, he hummed: "I guess you're also used to the parties, huh?" he held out his hand for me to take, and I ignored it, locking arms with him. 

"I don't have time to get to know the men." I said. "I meet them the same night, they take me to their place, and I assassinate them. Why do you have to make your assassinations so complicated?"