Handsome Hitman ✓ Jikook

Chapter Seventeen [1K reads TY!]

It was the next day of Jimins adventure in Jungkooks house. Alone. He couldn't really figure out what to do to pass the time.

When he got up, the first thing he attempted was to take a shower. Happy to know he didn't get electrocuted from the collar, he took a nice long shower. Even filling the tub afterwards just to sit and relax.

Pulling his legs to his chest, he laid his head on his knee caps. Starring up at the mirror that was above the sink as all he saw was that it was steamed up from the hot water.

Sighed as he pushed his hair from his eyes, he faced the opening of the tub. Leaning over the edge and down at the floor at the tiles as they started to get wet from water dripping from Jimins fingertips and his damp hair as he puffed his cheeks.

Looking towards the bathroom door, he drained the water. Getting up and wrapping a towel around his waist. Drying off as he went into Jungkooks room and straight to his closet.

Since he had no clothes, he would have to take some of Jungkooks. He pulled out a hoodie and slipped it on. Going over to a clothes dresser and digging out a pair or boxers and sweatpants as he put them down.

Going back to the bathroom, he dried his hair the best to his advantage and hung the towel up. Closing the bathroom door and going downstairs.

He went straight to the kitchen. Fixing himself a bowel of cereal as he carried it into the living room. Turning on the tv as he was eating his breakfast.

All he was watching was what he could find that caught his interest. The show was about crime. Convenient.

They had to solve a crime within a weeks time. To crack the case and catch the bad guy. From theft to murder. Wait... Police...

He looked over towards the house phone that was on the wall. Looking back at the show then into his bowel he sighed deeply. Continuing to eat.

He couldn't bring himself to call police...

When he finished eating, he went into the kitchen and washed the bowl quick so he didn't have to bother with it later.

Now that he looked, the whole house was a mess. Not really a mess, just that things were everywhere such as some clothing, some bottles or cups here and there, some trash like papers and wrappers. Just small things.

Going into the living room he grabbed a shirt near the tv. When he opened it to look at it, he smiled to see it was a band shirt.

He's still human... He likes these things even though he's dangerous...

He folded it on his arm and saw a pair of pants underneath the shirt. Folding that onto his arm he went over to the one recliner. Getting a tank top from there and going upstairs right after.

He made it into the bathroom. Getting a pair of shorts, socks, another shirt and a sweater from there and just going straight to the bedroom. Putting those clothes into the hamper in his closet and closing it back up.

Till he spotted a box at the bottom of the closet. Opening it back up all the way, he sat down on the ground. Sliding the box out of the closet that was slightly heavy.

It was just a simple large shoe box, like boots used to be inside. He pulled the lid off and set it aside. It was just pictures.

Pictures of a small boy, a smaller boy, and an older guy. Jungkooks dad? He looked closer was Jungkook the older looking kid? It looked more like him. Wait... Jungkook has a brother? He never mentioned it to him. That's all that was in that box. Photos like that one. He was so confused.

He put the box back like he never looked or opened it.

Going around the house a second time, this time he was picking up the papers and trash he found with a plastic bag. Gathering up everything to the bag was halfway full then stuffed it into the trash can in the kitchen.

Right after, he grabbed all the cups and bowels from the living room and going into the kitchen to put them into the sink. He filled the sink half way of water and some bubbles as he quickly washed those dishes. Putting them into the other side of the sink to dry off.

As he was drying his hands off from the soap and water, he thought about the box again. Going into the living room and looking around.

There were no other pictures around the house. Not hung on the walls, not on shelves, not in picture frames sitting on the tables. Not on the fridge, no where. He grew curious.

Running to the basement door, he opened it up again, faster then the first time. Running down the stairs he went to the first shelf he came across, he got a box from the shelf. Sitting down and opening it up.

Smaller pictures. More polaroids. When he looked close, they were just pictures of people from windows. Looking out. Jimins skin grew cold.

Victims? From his hits? He shivered as he quickly put that box away where it belonged. Grabbing another one and opening it up.

This one held a few notebooks. Opening one of them that had a purple cover, he was shocked to see the ink WASN'T smeared this time.

It was written almost like a diary. A date that was less then four months ago.

'They screamed again today. So I got them to be quiet. It wasn't hard. It fit perfectly. Now they'll stay quiet, even when they attempt to scream. Silence is a wonderful thing'

Shivers ran down Jimins spine. Quickly putting the notebook back and picking up another one. A Orange one as he flipped to a random page. This ones was ALOT order. Maybe four years.

'Father took me out again today to this guy that I dislike. I had to sit next to him as he discussed things with my father. All I could do was sit there. This guy will get what is coming to him soon. It'll feel sinful'

Jimin flipped to the next page curiously. Dated about a month after.

'I got him. Like I promised myself. No one knows. He was my own hit, and the mission was a success. They'll never find him. I plan on it. Revenge will be sweet. His body will be as red as mine once was before. Because of him...'

Next page. Three days later.

'As I write this he's becoming red. The red is spreading everywhere. Such a beautiful color, but so hard to clean. Such a pain. Should I pay someone to clean for me? That would be delightful'

Next page. Two months.

'He's gone. The two closest blame me for it all. Of course they would. They know. Yet, father is happy?'

Jimin slammed the notebook shut and put it away. Lifting the box and putting it back up.

What is going on!?

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