Run rabbit run

Chapter 1

Jungkook smiled at the teacher and received his exam paper from her outheld hand, giving a quick glance to the mark etched in red ballpoint pen at the top of the page.

100%

Again.

A bored expression replaced his smile. He sighed and folded the paper in two, stuffing into the depths of his bag. Hopefully then he wouldn't find it.

The bell rang sooner than he expected, freeing him from the classroom. He walked along the teeming hallways and through the main gates, breaking into a run as soon as he was out of sight of the crowd.

Jungkook had 'buisness' to attend to in half and hour: just the time to get home, grab a snack, change, prepare necessities, and be off again. By the time the taxi dropped him off at the desired destination at least half an hour would have passed.

He unlocked the front door of his apartment and kicked it open, dropping his bag by the door and entering the kitchen directly opposite. He barely ever had time for a proper meal, so cup ramyeon and various packet snacks were all the cupboards contained.

He grabbed out a packet of seaweed crackers and raw crispy fried noodles, throwing them onto the counter to get a can of soda from the fridge.

Snacks acquired, Jungkook made his way through to the bedroom and switched the lights on. Various weaponry was spread out on the bed, some sparkly and clean, some rusty and speckled with blood. He picked out a black handgun and small knife, setting them to the side and moving to his dressing table. A sadistic smirk darkened his features.

On the polished wood lay a white mask, the face of a cartoon rabbit painted onto the surface. It was his most recent accessory, and proved to be very useful during work hours. He placed them beside the weapons and sat down on the stool opposite the dressing table, staring at his reflection in the mirror.

Soon he was applying foundation, eyeliner, among other disguises for his facial features. He had a very particular way of doing makeup; sharp, dark strokes of eyeliner, a thick layer of foundation in one skintone too light, contouring to make his face appear a different shape. It didn't take long, and was a technique he was well used to.

He picked a plain white t-shirt out of his vast collection and paired it with black ripped jeans and a black hoodie, slipping on a pair of black gloves and pocketing the weapons. He put the mask on and collected the food and drink on his way out, before stepping out the door and walking down the stairs of the block. Last minute he remembered his phone and sprinted back up to his apartment.

The taxi was waiting for Jungkook outside as planned. He nodded once to the driver and slid into the backseat, unlocking his phone and scrolling though the instructions of the job for the hundredth time. They seemed pretty simple, as usual.

He was still waiting for the days when the boss would promote him and send him to other cities for more exciting affairs, as everything in Busan was awfully... boring and lifeless. Even assassinations, he decided with a sigh.

The taxi dropped him off in due time, pulling to a stop in front of an old, run-down warehouse on the waterfront.

The sea-breeze was cold, even through his hoodie and mask. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and strolled over to the large entryway, stepping into the dark hangar.

A figure stood up ahead, broad shoulders and significant height making him appear rather menacing. Jungkook saluted him with a single hand gesture.

"Hey Bunny. Wonderful to see you this afternoon." the man greeted sarcastically, stepping toward Jungkook slowly.

"Kim Seokjin." Jungkook simply replied, dropping to one knee and bowing his head.

"Indeed. Now, I suppose you received the instructions this morning?"

"Yeah, I did." Jungkook replied, straightening himself up.

"So, you ready to go? Jimin'll drive you. Won't you?" Seokjin asked, raising his voice on the last question. A grumble resounded from the back of the warehouse and a shorter, red-haired man stepped forwards.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll do it. C'mon Bunny." Jimin gestured for him to come over and Jungkook did, not without scowling at the other man behind his mask.

Jimin had always pissed him off ever since he first joined Bangtan. There was just something about him, something that compulsed him to disagree with everything the other said. So Jungkook made it official, on the second day he was a worker in Bangtan, that he hated Jimin. Deeply. With passion.

"Thanks Jimin-hyung." he growled under his breath and followed the older man out of the hangar.