The Hitman's daughter

Forgiveness

Jimin had been shot.

I gasped as my glasses were snatched away, the sound of glass crunching under foot clear to hear. Staggering into Taehyung, I scrambled about on all fours in search of Jimin, who let out a soft whimper.
"Bangtan Boys, huh?" The unknown voice slurred, prowling around my crouching figure and Taehyung's protective stance. I ran my hands over the limp, orange haired boy, trying to find his face. My hands started trembling when something wet drizzled down my open palm. Gently prodding, and earning a choked growl from Jimin, I saw the wound was just under the gap of his armpit. Not likely of death.
I sighed in relief.
"Jimin?" I whispered, palms reaching his cheeks.
"Y/N . . ." His voice was weak, and low. Gently, he pressed a knife into my hand. Although I was sure he gave it to me to protect myself, I went to work at sawing my baggy sleeve. He needed pressure applied to the wound.
I shivered at the new exposure to the cold.
"This is going to hurt a little, okay Jimin?"
He groaned.

Trying to avoid hurting him, I began tying my sleeve around the muscled gap of his left-upper torso. He hissed, twisting in pain.
"Stop touching me," He roughly tried to push my arm away, but I slapped a hand into his chest in refusal.
"This only just missed your main muscle," I growled, poking a part between his top ribs. "Just let me look after you, you idiot."
Jimin's dark eyes glowed faintly in the darkness.
"You shouldn't swear," he rasped, gently reaching up to touch my face. I whipped away when a sneer sounded from my right.
"It's only been a day and you've already found someone new,"
The now all to familiar voice chuckled harshly.
Without a doubt,
this is the man my father had ordered me to marry. Ordered me too.
He was a skilled hitman with an English background, like myself. His father was a rich korean man who partnered with my father to create a bigger business. He met an English woman and then my "fiancé" was born. I snarled, eyes narrowing in the dark with distaste.

"Kim Alistair."
The use of English and korean in his name brought back a lot of familiarity's, from when I was called by my own name as a child, where my mother and father were together, and happy . . . I shook the thought away. That would never happen again. My mother was gone, and frankly, my father was too.
Alistair continued to snake around the three of us.
"You know him?" Taehyung asked gruffly, inching closer so his leg found my own in the dark. I hummed bitterly in response.
"Oh, she knows me alright. Technically, we're engaged. Isn't that right, babe?" Alistair drawled, the soft clink of his gun bouncing against his leg. I wasn't sure, but it felt like Jimin froze underneath me.
"What do you want, Alistair?" I snapped, straight to the point. The man chuckled and came to a stop.
"To be quite frank, I want you, baby. But no, I have to take you to your dad to sort some things out. But trust me, once that's over, we'll be married in no time." His menacing tone and use of couple names made my blood boil, but all I did was hold onto Jimin's hand and squeeze furiously. His fingers agitatedly shifted in my own.
I drew a breath sharply, Alistair's slender figure now hunched down, dangerously close to my face. Jimin tensed underneath my hands.
"Your all mine now, babe. I can do whatever I want."
If there was anything I was vulnerable with, it was the sexual intent men had, especially when it was wrong.
But my vulnerability ceased when a hand whipped between the two of us, a fist landing in a hard blow against Alistair's sick face. Jimin was now propped up, hands hungrily snatching away Alistair's gun, the way he did when we first met this morning. He kicked the man in the gut, Taehyung accompanying him in their savage hits. Jimin grabbed the beat mans collar.
"Don't you ever treat her like a pet, or I swear you won't even be safe in hell,"
Then he swiftly silenced Alistair's sickening chuckles with a painful looking head bang.
I felt his now weaker figure shift around to me, a hand on my hip for support.
"Finish him off,"
"What?"
"I said kill him, Y/N. You're an assassin, aren't you? Kill him."
I lowered my head, thinking of those small memories I'd shared with Alistair when we were little, and innocent. Like the guilty coward I am, I shook my head, tears wetting my cheeks.
"I can't kill him," I whispered. Jimin clutched my hip tighter, face hard to make out. He didn't question it. Instead, he told Taehyung to carry the man deeper into the forest, and we would follow his lead.
Gently wrapping one of Jimin's muscular arms around my neck, I helped him follow Taehyung's tall outline. As we advanced deeper into the forestry, the faint sounds of ecstatic yells and gunshots echoed in the distance. I looked up at the canopy of the trees, silvers of stars slightly visible.
I hope their all okay
"This should be enough," Jimin grunted, tugging on my sleeve to help him down against a tree. "Can you tie his arms and legs, Tae?"
I heard the rustle of Taehyung's sweater, signalling his nod of confirmation.
Jimin's hand brushed my bare arm, and he absentmindedly pulled me in against his good shoulder. "It's cold. We have to stay warm."
I nodded, carefully positioning myself so I didn't disturb his sore side. After a few minutes of Taehyung tying the limp man up, he finally managed to roll him by our feet then settle down on my right side, cocooning me in an extra layer of body heat. We all stayed silent before I spoke.
"I'll keep watch."
Taehyung's bangs brushed my cheek in disapproval.
"Let me."
I didn't push the point, sighing as I leant against the tree, trying to warm the others who were pressed tightly against me. Although stupid and petty, I took their hands in my own. They didn't refuse, instead relaxing against my gentle, slightly warm grip.
Slowly, I began to feel the drowsiness take over, and I gently put my head on Jimin's broad shoulder. He moved his head to rest it on top of mine, warming me even more.
"I'm sorry." I whispered.
But I was already asleep and unable to hear Jimin say it was all okay.

And part five is done! I'd like to let some of my readers know that I'm at loss of internet, so my updates may not be as often. Regardless, I hope you enjoyed part five! Much love, Charmy 💖💖 [unedited]