Handsome Hitman ✓ Jikook

Chapter Ten (3rd pov)

(a/n: if you didn't see the slight message I added onto the last chapter I updated not to long ago I said this story as well as my others in the process of being made, are now going to be in third person. sorry for the change but its so much easier to write the story this way. sorry for the change AND sorry for the long wait on the story. love you guys! Thank you for the ones that haven't given up on the story)

Jimin felt his throat growing sore and raw as he continued screaming. Yelling for help so there was hope that SOMEONE would hear him. Somewhere outside of this house. What could he do? He couldn't get off of the bed. If he did his foot would stay on the bed and he would end up on his back on the carpeted floor.

"HELP! PLEASE!" he continued even though he felt like his throat was bleeding because of all the shouting. Coughing and laying down onto the bed. Saying the same word over and over. Help.

He immediately fell quiet when the door opened. Very slowly as a head peeked in. A head he didn't want to see. Eyes piercing to tell him to go away, though he didn't.

He walked into the room and shut the door behind him. Locking the door and walking over to Jimin who moved away the best he could. Which wasn't much. All he could do was stare and it was all he planned to do. He had no words for him except for "leave me alone" and "go to hell".

The air was heavy of course. The room was barely lit. Only one window and those were covered by teal room darkening curtains. Made it seem like a scene from a horror movie. Maybe it was.

"Are you comfy?" Jeon asked. Coming over but Jimin just kicked him with his other leg. Causing Jeon to cry out quietly and glare. "I'm trying to be nice here!"

Jimin continuously didn't answer him. Just starring him dead in the eyes so he wasn't planning on doing anything. When Jeon sat on the edge of the bed, he didn't do anything. No kicking. Not this time. "ARE you comfy?" he asked again. With no answer once again he continued to stare at him. "Do you know why you're here?"

Jimin didn't even bother to shake his head. He found it annoying that Jeon asked that question. He already knew the answer so why ask the question?

"You're here because I like you Jimin. Yes that's a creepy reason but... I do like you. Alot. You're personality... You're one of the first people to make me smile in a long time. You're kindness is expensive. Not many people are as kind as you. Well... Except for the kicking but I excuse that. You're scared. I understand why. I should've approached this a new way, but I was scared you would leave. And I couldn't find you. That's why... I will never hurt you Jimin. I want you to know I will never hurt you... Never intentionally... Never purposefully... Please Jimin... Can't you at least try to trust me?"

Jimin continued to not answer. His angry face was gone though. That was a start. He moved his whole body onto the bed instead of sitting on the edge, legs hanging off. He crossed his legs and put his hands into his lap. "I need your help Jimin. Would you be my assistant? My helper?"

"...what do you mean?" Jimin was loosening up from being tense and on edge. He moved and sat up properly almost in front of him. "...take the mask off... I wanna see you..." Jeons eyes widened a little. Looking away for a second. "Who are you" he added as he tried to look behind the mask.

Jeon was struck. Should he know so early? If he wanted to gain his trust, he would have to know the truth. Nothing big like this. "If... If I..", he looked Jimin back in the eyes ,"If I do so... You cannot be upset. You cannot be scared. Or at least... Try not to be... Okay?"

Jimin only nodded. He was so eager to know who was behind the mask. He wasn't so sure. Why was it such a big deal?

He reached and grabbed the middle of his mask as well as the bill of his cap he had on. Pulling on the mask and taking the cap off at the same time. Laying both on the bed and ruffling his hair to fix it back to its regular shape that he liked. Even taking caution and getting off the bed. Everything was quiet. He gave him the chance to speak. When he didn't spit a word, he spilled everything. Most.

"I'm Jeon Jungkook... I'm the youngest mafia boss known to South Korea"

No words were exchanged. Jimin stayed silent as he stared Jeon up and down. Biting his tongue inside of his mouth. When Jeon knew he wasn't gonna say anything, he grabbed the small key from his pocket and undid the cuff around his ankle.

Jimin yanked his ankle away and was rubbing it. Looking at the only damage that was done. Red marks from rubbing. Nothing major nor minor. Almost nothing at all. "Does it hurt?" Jeon asked softly. Jimin shook his head. Continuing to soothingly rub his ankle.

All they did was stare each other in the eyes. So quiet a pin could be heard being dropped onto the floor. Jimin cleared his throat from the awkwardness. Rubbing his calf this time. "Would.. Would you EVER hurt me?"

"-no!", Jeon immediately answered. Wondering if it was a little too sudden. He coughed a little and calmed down. His own hands interlocked in front of him. "I-I mean... No... I could never dream of hurting you Jimin. It would destroy me if I even scratched you"

Jimins stomach was tight. So many things were going through his mind. Yes he was uncomfortable about it all. It's happening so fast.

One day he was working and talking to the guy that came to his store every day. Buying the same things.

Another day they started to hang around each other. Even coming to his house and hanging out even closer.

This day, he got kidnapped by the same guy. Getting told to be the assistant of a mafia boss. The youngest at that. What could he do now though?

He looked Jeon in the eyes. Even able to muster up a small smile. "What... What's the job offer about?"

Jeon smiled wide. So happy and he took the cap from the bed. Patting the top off from nothing and putting it onto Jimins head. Fixing his hair to be out of his eyes.

"The assistant job can be anything. You can help me keep my schedule together. Help run a few things to different places. Maybe almost anything you wanna do. You'll be staying with me. A little assistant at a boss's side. You could even maybe be a therapy person for me if I need it"

Jimin smiled genuinely. What was there to be afraid about? Something that simple. It could easily be done. Nothing wrong about it.

As he opened his mouth Jungkook beat him to the punch. "A-And Jimin" It was a long pause. Those pauses were no longer uncomfortable. "Instead of calling me Jeon, can you... call me Jungkook?"

Jimin felt his cheeks flush a soft pink color. Call him Jungkook? He did like calling him Jeon, but Jungkook was his first name. He looked at him in the eyes. Smiling and nodding. "Yeah of course. I would love that"

Jeon- no. Jungkooks, bunny teeth showed with a wide smile. Making Jimins heart flutter without a warning. Smiling as well till it became eye smiles. Jungkook held a hand out to Jimin.

"Time to start your first day Jimin"

(a/n: I am back! I'm so happy to be back on this story. I like this story a lot and I really missed it. I hope you guys didn't give up on the story and will continue to love it ¡^¡ ♥ also sorry the chapter was pretty short :( I should've made it a bit longer. Don't forget to vote and comment ♥)