The Hitman's daughter

Trust

I groaned as someone fell on top of me, instantly tugging me out of my slumber. Trying to ignore the weight, I shifted a little to make myself more comfortable, inhaling an oddly attractive smell as I did. My eyes fluttered open, greeted by a smirking Jimin. I was stretched out over his body, my face tucked into the crook of his neck. Taehyung was sprawled out across me, barking at a careless Yoongi who had hit a dip and sent everyone flying. Recoiling from the good smelling man, I shoved Taehyung off of me and shrunk in between them, scowling. Jimin just continued to smile, flicking little strands of orange out of his face.

Together we all clambered out of the car, Jin gently pulling me out like the gentleman he is. I eyed the forest line, the taste of escape so close. But a warning look from Jungkook changed my mind. A tall mansion greeted me as I slowly made my way to the entrance. It's walls glowed a glorious cream against the neon orange and gold of the dying sun, sending dazzling rays of beauty and colour through my eyes. I gasped in awe. Yoongi lazily scratched his neck, wandering into the house, Jin and Jungkook following. Jimin pressed the palms of his hands against my shoulder blades, urging me forward. I tried to move away from him, but was incapable of doing so as he clutched my shoulders more forcefully this time and made me walk along with him. "You don't trust me as much as you want me to trust you." I glowered at Jimin's small hands, reluctantly sliding into the house. Jimin only chuckled.
"I really hate you." I hissed through my teeth. Jimin leaned in then, warm breath travelling up the exposed skin of my neck. I froze. "It sure didn't look like that when you were lying all over me just now," he whispered, voice low and slurred. I tried to unfreeze my limbs, but Jimin's sudden mood change had me stuck in place.  "Aw . . ." he breathed, hand lingering on my shoulder before brushing down my arm. His lips grazed my skin, sending ice-cold tremors down my spine. I shuddered, eyes fluttering shut momentarily. "Are you embarrassed, boo?"  He sighed, exceedingly close to the corner of my lips. I gulped, cheeks burning. One moment he was sheepish and awkward, the next he was dangerously attractive and sickeningly sweet. My fingers pulled on the hem of my shirt, and I bit my mouth absentmindedly. "Jimin!" Taehyung snapped, pulling his younger friend away by his black hood.
"You're so rude, you playing jerk! Stop messing around with her!" Jimin pouted at the tall man, before smiling at me.
"I wasn't playing. I like Y/N." He bit his plump lip, stirring an open mouthed stare from me. Like me? Like me? I desperately searched for Jin, who unfortunately, had disappeared. Taehyung noticed my frenzied state, releasing Jimin with a roll of his pretty eyes. He stretched a hand out. "Here, come with me. I'll take you to your room." He eyed Jimin, as if silently saying, we all know you can't be trusted with a girl and a room.

To tired and confused to reject, I stiffly took his hand and glanced at Jimin, who smiled sweetly. Too sweetly.
Taehyung led me up a shockingly long and grand staircase, with doors lining a long hall. He opened a door to one room, and pulled me inside. It was spacious and neat, with thin books lining the shelves and folders arranged neatly along the desk. My gaze fell on the bed. Four canopy, with large, golden sheets sliding down the sides, and big, fluffy blankets. I almost melted at the thought that that bed was mine. I never got luxuries like these, having a personal bathroom and a big, beautiful bed. Taehyung shuffled out to the hall and pointed at the rooms either side of my own. "That's my room on the left, and Jimin's on the right. Jungkook is next to Jimin," pivoting around, Taehyung then pointed to the opposite side of the hall. "Opposite You is Namjoon, who you're yet to meet. And then Yoongi, and then Hoseok. You'll meet him soon, too." Then he pointed further up the hall, where a door was broken away from the chain of bedrooms down here. "And that's Jin. He insists that he stays away from us all because he needs his "beauty sleep"" Taehyung said with obvious sarcasm, smiling toothily when I giggled. "Namjoon will give you a tour of sorts when he gets back. For now, I'd suggest just getting comfortable in your room." Taehyung nodded to my neat bedroom, beginning to walk down the stairs as Jimin came up. "And by the way," Taehyung threw me a glance, "you're sharing a bathroom with Jimin."

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Not even thirty minutes and Jimin was already in my room, fiddling around with my things and making it all a mess. I glowered at him from my comfortable perch on the bed. He leaned against the door frame, staring at me without a word.
"What?" I snapped at him, getting no reaction. He grinned. "We're kind of like roommates now, right Y/N? Sharing a bathroom, rooms right next to eachother . . . We should get to know eachother," the boy said with a wink. He had changed out of his blood stained clothes from beforehand and was now fitted in three quarter jeans, and a woollen jumper that brushed his denim clad knees. Not to mention he was bareface, making him look even more attractive. I coughed.
"What's the point? I'm not staying with you for long."
Jimin's smiled, sliding next to me on the bed. I shivered as our shoulders touched. "That's no excuse for not being friends."
Something in the way Jimin said friends made it sound like Jimin didn't want to be friends at all. I Bit my lip, struggling to not break composure.
"I . . . I don't need friends,"  my voice came out in a whisper, and I felt tears biting at my eyes. My whole life, my father had put me in isolation. I had no friends at all, no one to talk to when I was sad, no mother to braid my hair or go shopping with, no father to play games with me. No, just endless days in the training room, being inspected by assassins all over the world. Something in the air changed then. The annoyance and tension that was once there was replaced with the genuine warmth of Jimin's arms around me, enveloping me in a comforting hug.

"You didn't even have friends?" Jimin whispered into my hair, hugging me tighter as I nodded. I cast my eyes up to him, and gawped as I saw his dark eyes framed in a sheet of tears. He wiped them away hastily, returning to burying his face in my hair and rocking me slightly. My lip trembled as I tried to keep my own tears back. It'd been a mere day and all I thought Jimin was was a rude, lying playboy who enjoyed messing with girls feelings, and maybe, who enjoyed killing people. But here he was, just a boy who was crying at my problems and hugging me, as if he could just cuddle it all away. "Why . . . Why're you crying,"
"Because I know what it feels like. And now I have the boys, and you must be so scared . . . You have no one left for you." His voice broke a little, and his warm tears slid down my neck. I heaved a sob, the reality he just spoke hitting me full on. I had no one left. I was scared. I clutched his shirt.
"Please don't hurt me, or leave me," I sounded desperate, like a scared little girl. And worst of all, I didn't sound like the assassin I had so brutally been trained to be. But Jimin didn't seem to care, because deep down, I could see he was just as hurt and innocent as I was.
"I won't hurt you. I won't hurt you. We won't hurt you," he repetitively said, continuing to rock me gently. My eyes blurred and I held onto Jimin, struggling to keep my limbs up. He didn't leave.
He hummed into my hair, cradling me like an upset child until I fell asleep for the second time. And in an odd way, it didn't feel like a crime to trust that these boys were good people.

Hey everyone! I just wanted to thank you, (although small) for 29 reads! It means a lot to me :) I hope you enjoyed part three of the hitmans daughter. Much love, charmy 💖💖 [unedited]