Seven members of an elite organisation and one seemingly innocent woman collide and the aftermath leaves them questioning if everything they knew was a lie.
To Jungkook it was just like another day in the office. Except his office was a windy roof-top overlooking his target's downtown apartment. His tools, rather than a computer, was a state-of-the-art rifle with telescopic lens. There was no need for a silencer, the noise would be lost in the droning of the traffic below and most likely mistaken for a back-firing van. He took aim with no more qualms than one would gossip about a colleague, then squeezed the trigger while thinking of the coffee he would order at Starbucks. He took no satisfaction in the killing, but he took enormous pride in getting a good clean kill. He had a reputation to maintain and that reputation guaranteed his exorbitant fee. He took his time packing his equipment into an inconspicuous ruck sack and then headed for the fire escape.
"I'm done here and craving Starbucks."
Jungkook spoke through the small microphone attached to his ear with a cocky grin forming, he made a bet with his hyung that he would be wrapped up within the hour and Taehyung was convinced it would take longer.
"You're paying as yet again you lost the bet, seriously hyung when will you have more confidence in my ability?"
Two blocks away Taehyung was leaning against the side of his rental car as he enjoyed one of his many guilty pleasures
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He rolled his eyes and sighed
"Jungkook someone needs to keep you grounded, arrogance gets you killed." The handsome golden haired man was oblivious to the attention he was receiving from those of the opposite sex as they did double and often triple takes when passing him on the busy sidewalk. "It's my job as your hyung to not let you forget that, now get your ass here so we can contact the others and give them the good news."
"I thought you quit smoking?" Jungkook completely ignored what was just said and this only soured Taehyung's mood further, it didn't surprise him really as Jungkook never liked to be told what to do or how to feel.
"What makes you think I'm smoking Jungkook?"
"I can hear you inhaling on that death stick, it'll kill you if you're not careful."
"Listen kid, it helps with the anxiety okay."
"Yeah well so does sex and at least sex is fun, why don't you give that a whirl instead?"
"Kookie my dick got some pussy last night and it only provided momentary distraction, cigarettes are much better because at least they don't require you to cuddle after you're done with them."
"Ew, who asked you to cuddle? That Eva chick? She was the one you were with last night right?"
"Not like it's any of your business but yes, Eva is my go to escort girl as you well know. I doubt she'll be my go to girl for much longer as she's getting far too attached and I don't do attached for many reasons which shouldn't need to be stated."
"Did you check the payment by the way?" Jungkook decided to ask the important questions now, talk of Eva could wait until later.
Taehyung flicked his cigarette to the ground and slid back behind the wheel. "Hang on, I'll check now." He grabbed his laptop from the passenger seat and connected with the organization payment page, striking pale blue eyes scanning the account and smiling once the second half of the fee had been transferred.
