Being a hitman was never hard, especially for Yoongi. He took some pride in his work, though, he couldn't let it get to him for his job required no emotions. Surprisingly, being emotionless wasn't much of a struggle.. until, he stepped in.
#49 - Hit...
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"welcome back, mr. min."
the pale man didn't say a word, only giving a light nod in response as a female followed closely by his side. the hallway was silent except for the sound of the woman's high heels clacking rhythmically against the tile floor. her gaze remained on the man, surveying him to see if any emotion were to appear on his face.
"how did the mission go?", she asked.
"good enough."
"any witnesses?"
"almost."
the lady furrowed her brows cautiously towards his answer, pressing her lips together firmly. a light sigh flew past her red painted lips "mr. min, we cannot afford to have you exposed to the government. even if you killed the witnesses, your goal is to have none.", she lectured, wanting to send a standoff glare. "though, it's getting more difficult to scold you since you are rather an expert now. nonetheless, experts are supposed to have no witnesses while doing their job."
by now, yoongi had fully tuned her out for he was only concerned about one thing - completing the mission. he took no response to her words as he began to unbutton his tuxedo and undo his tie. once the pale man made his way to his assigned room, the woman took the pleasure in unlocking the room for him while watching him slip his undershirt over his head and dropping it on the top of his bed.
"please be careful, min yoongi.", she pleads, her expression transforming into a worried one, developing her hands together tightly.
"right back at you."
for some odd reason, she smiled - maybe it was because she finally got used to the male's blunt replies.
"oh and minsoo, thanks for worrying."
her smile only grew as she bowed in gratitude towards his thankfulness. yoongi watched her leave before unbundling his belt, dropping his drawers and stepping into the bathroom.
it didn't take long for him to get into the shower.
he felt the steaming hot water pour onto his skin, his blonde hair beginning to shift into skinny - almost silk like - strands. he pressed his forehead against the shower wall, his eyes staring off while trying to let out at least a decent amount of stress ride away with the water flowing endlessly down the drain.
it wouldn't be long until another person would be added to his kill list.
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yoongi stared at the large steel doors in front of him. although this was a meeting room, a bolt of unexpected fear electrified him. he inhaled deeply, slowly opening the doors as he let his feet sink comfortably into the carpet, making his way towards his seat.
"hello there, min yoongi. we both know you're only called to this room when you're assigned something, so you don't have to be so hesitant."
