1.so bitchass wattpad wont lemme add an image for some unholy reason,
2.I have my finals rn, and mom is gon whoop my ass in a few mins and mind well........she's an Indian mother, therefore kindly ignore the bullshit in this chapter.
thanking you.
yours idiotically,
your fave fucktard.
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she moved around the room, her hips swaying to the music resonating from the T.V. she plopped herself onto the couch soon enough reaching for the remote on the coffee table. Black, her House, everything was black, pillows, couch, carpets, tables, counters, shelves, everything. Of course, there were accents of grey or white, but black was rather eminent. black was such a beautiful color to her, though others saw it as a mournful and somber ebon, she saw a rich, deep atramentous sheath, where everything similar to it ; where everything dark could be hidden . she'd stare at it at times, wondering that, if she did it long enough, she would be able to sink in it.
she was content with her life though, a grin spread across her face that hadn't left since the '$10,000" from her latest mission was deposited into her account that now read '$24,000'. The pride almost radiated off her, not that she had successfully completed yet another mission, but that bank statement never read anything under than $8,000.
she flipped between the channels before deciding to educate herself on the happening of the world, or, in other opinions, people trying to brainwash you about the government and enslave you to their cruelty forever............basically, she decided to watch news[whaaaaaaat me, dramatic....NEVER!!]. "...with the antics he's pulled of, the world wonders the fate of America......" the female reporters voice echoed in the empty apartment. it was 9 pm, a glass of wine seemed almost dreamy. she walked herself to the kitchen, took out a wine glass and poured her self some red. ".........coming in we have....." her ears still glued to the T.V. she took a sip of it. "8 bodies were found behind Gonjiam hospital, yesterday at around 3 in the afternoon....", the words made Y/n abruptly spit out her drink.
"hol up....WHUT?!" she yelled in surprise and fast walked towards the T.V., sat onto the couch and rested the glass onto the table. she turned the volume up even though it was rather loud previously. " one of the caretakers of the hospital scoured the area like he did usually, he reportedly found 8 bodies, 4 female and 4 male....." Y/n was confused as to what utter 'shit' she was hearing.
her phone rang, signaling someone had tried to contact to her. she picked it up without looking at the caller id. "h-hello." she spoke into the device, still in a daze.
"Hello. Y/n turn on the news-" taehyungs deep voice echoed from the other line.
"yeah yeah, I know, I'm watching it right now......how-"
"its the sub team I sent.........they were murdered."
" WHAT!!! HOW!! WHO!! WHO ELSE KNEW ABOUT THE ASSIGNMENT?!?!"
"calm down, technically a lot of people did, I mean the whole office did. "
"no no no no. this is not okay, this has never happened before."
"I know..........even we're trying to figure out who it was. the bodies of Daeshim and his men weren't found......only D-9"
"ahh fuck! this is not okay. hol up I coming to HQ.......OMFG its literally 10. I need to sleep you know, I'm not the best agent for nothing " she said getting up and rushing to get her things.
"don't flatter yourself to much Y/n, hiring you, if you remember, was not an option. I was forced into it."
"whatever, how are you gon handle this though???"
"what?"
"the media?"
"I'm Kim Taehyung babe, I can handle anything."
"ooooooohhhhh 'babe' ?!"
" I DIDN- *sigh* " Taehyung hung up on her, let me rephrase that, he gave up on her.
"sheesh rude much..." Y/n mumbled stuffing the phone into her jean pocket. she aggressively swallowed down the rest of the wine and slammed it back onto the table and walked out the door and shutting it.
"uhh......so many darn problems.....why do I have to be so awesome." she sighed.
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