Twisted (Jikook)

Chapter 1

Jimin P.O.V

I sat on an expensive leather sofa, decorated with leopard fur, in my father's office. Leaning back, I made myself comfortable as I waited for him to sort the documents. My father is the boss of one of the largest underground hitman companies in the world. Being tall and muscular, it was hardly a surprise that people that he dealt with feared him. He dabbled in drugs, weapons, you name it. As he was so witty, we never got discovered by the police. Sure, some of our men have been caught, but they never divulged any information.

As his son, I was trained as a young boy to kill and now, I have risen up the ranks to become one of his best killers. Ruthless, coldblooded. I vividly remember the training sessions that started when I was merely five years old. Father handed me a gun and told me it was dangerous, but it will be my best friend forever. I never really knew what he meant, but after years of training, I realised it is the only thing I can trust to protect me. Hitmen here never make friends and I spend most of my time practicing, doing research on targets or executing the task itself. I don't know how to make friends, and I don't want to. It has been a boring month, and hearing from Father that I have a new mission was great news to me.

"Son, I have something for you to do," he said, waving a brown paper file. The document that contains all the information about our victim.

I leaned forward to take it from him, knowing immediately I am assigned to assasinate someone important. He only entrusts the most important kills to me.

"This young man is the son of my nemesis. The one that shot me when I refused to trade drugs with him."

The file contained a passport sized photo of him, his name, and all about his life, down to the cafes he frequent and the friends he hangs out. It might as well be a Wikipedia page on him.

The heading read: Jeon Jungkook, 20 years old.

Great, I am going to kill someone younger than me. That's a first.

"Jimin, I want you to kidnap him. You don't have to kill him yet," Father emphasized.

"Why not target his father instead? He was the one that shot you after all," I asked.

Father looked at my dead in the eye. Killers do not ask questions, they do what they are told. But he answered anyway. "You know, the best way to torture someone is to get their loved ones killed."

I thought about it. Makes sense. Nodding my head, I stood up and headed for the door. Time to do some research on him.
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As I slid the set of papers back into the folder, I thought about the details I had read earlier. Mr Jeon leads a normal life, as his birth father sent him away to prevent anyone from finding out he ever had a son. Understandable, as Mr Jeon's life would be cut short a long time ago due to his birth father's many feuds. Well, my resourceful father managed to uncover his secret. Too bad for him. He is also a student at Seoul University, taking the Engineering course. I have never targetted someone that young enough to be a student, with all of my targets being middle aged men or women that dared to mess with my father. Frankly speaking, I am a little excited to meet this boy. It is going to be a new experience and I love first times. With a plan already forming in my head, I tossed the file aside and headed for my bedroom, pulling the silk covers over my tired body. It is going to be a long day tomorrow.
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"Mocha please." I said to the waitress as I took a seat in the cafe Mr Jeon frequents, L cafe. It was almost 4pm, the time that he would arrive here with his friends. The warm beverage kept me company for about five minutes, before I heard the doors swing open. In comes Jungkook and his friends, laughing and chatting while heading to their favorite spot at the corner of the cafe. I pretended to sip at the mocha that was already turning cold and listened carefully to their conversation. It was mainly filled with useless things, such as the boring classes in school or the disgusting hamburger they tried at the cafeteria. Still, my ears were on high alert, listening out for anything important.

"Jungkook, what time are you leaving on Saturday?" A girl asked.

My ears perked up.

Jungkook thought for a moment. "I think the flight will be at 12am."

"Whoa, that is pretty late." A boy commented.

Jungkook nodded, his eyes fixated on the cake that were being delivered to his table.

"Which part of Japan are you going to?"

"Tokyo first."

I picked up my bag and left the cafe, not caring about their conversation anymore. I knew enough to plan his abduction.

Back home, I whipped out my MacBook and looked for his house on Google Maps. It is the easiest way to plan an assasination. I scrolled around, checking the area for possible places to hide. There is a small lane at the back of the house with no lamps installed.

Perfect hiding place.

To be sure that there is no construction going on or new buildings, I drove over to his house. No construction, and the back lane was there.

Feeling pleased with myself, I turned back to my own house. I am going to commit the perfect crime again.

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