(ᵒⁿ ʰᵒˡᵈ) Notorious Hitman | Jikook (sequel)

Chapter One

(a/n - so, this chapter might be crap and it is short and i feel guilty about it, well see how it goes, but, welcome to the sequel to handsome hitman!!)

Jungkook

All it was was a normal work day for me. Sitting on another cold roof till my target came to view for me to make my profit of the day, or possibly for the week. Could be the month. All I did, was just lean against a guard rail as I patiently waited for the target to at least pass by the window. Any way to give me a clear view of them.

While waiting, I consistently checked my phone, wondering if anyone would text. A certain someone. You know who don't pretend that you don't have a clue...

Recently it's been hitting me hard, but I can't do anything about it at the moment which is what frustrates me the most. I just wanna get where he is as fast as I can and sweep off his feet from the bad things. Like everyones royal fantasy dream.

I shake my head, getting rid of the thoughts. It only made them worse though.

Remember that time I took him on a hit? I felt a little guilty afterward, but I got to spend that time with him. It was amazing~

I glare at the stone roof. It's his fault. All his fault. He has Jimin, and I need to get him back. What is he doing to him?

I don't wanna know. Thinking about whatever he's doing to him, will just make my anger worse. Don't think I've given up on him. I've never had and never will till I know he's safe with me.

Don't call me possessive I know what you're thinking. Its what you do for love. You want to protect them at all cost. Sure, some people want their loves in a cage. I don't. I want my love protected and freed.

The person he's with, they have him in a cage that he doesn't want to be in. I know he's scared. I know the person that has him wants me to come to him so they can get rid of me.

I'm not that impatient. I know what this person wants. Sure I'm worried about Jimins safety, it makes me sick to my stomach worrying about him every day.

If Jimin has a single scrape or scratch or bruise on him, he will be dead.

I look over the top, seeing the person in the window as they look at the streets below. Unaware I'm here. I very slowly get on one knee, picking up my gun and look back over again, seeing them heading inside.

I yank my gun up, not caring at the moment if they saw me. I need to get them before they go inside.

Bang

They fall forward to the floor. I let out an exaggerated sigh of relief. Just that I got to him in time before he went back inside. That and that I can get off this freezing roof.

I take my phone, hit the camera app and zoom in. When I get close enough, snap a picture and send to the person that requested the hit.

Don't think of me as a monster now. I did that cause they actually wanted me to prove that he was dead. So there they go. They're dead.

I pack up my gun, brushing off my pants as I stand up and heading off the roof through the ladder at the side, not the stairs through the building. Security cameras are everywhere on the inside. If they learn the person was murdered by someone on another roof, they could get footage of me coming from those stairs and pin it on me.

Using the fire exit is a smart idea in my eyes.

Finally making it with my feet on the floor, I head further into the alley. Going several different routes till I finally get to a busy intersection with many people and man crosswalks. Pushing my mask further up the bridge of my nose, I join the crowd.

One hand carrying my case with the gun and cleaning tools; in case of emergency, and the other shoved into my pocket resting there. My head down low to stare at the ground and back of peoples heels, shades covering my eyes as well.

Where was I going you may ask? Home. No not walking. By my car that's parked the next town over.

After two hours of taking the train and the car, finally making it home I throw my hat onto the rack and jacket as well. Putting my case on the coffee table, I throw my mask and shades there as well.

I lay on my back on the sofa, letting out a heavy sigh and wipe my eyes. Gosh, it was such a long day... I waited at that spot for hours for that person. I had nothing else to do in the meantime, so why not? It gave me a lot of time to think as well.

About him, and... Jimin...

He had to be somewhere. He had to be at that bastards hideaway... I know where it is, I need to plan before attempting anything.

If I found out that Jimin was hurt in any way, well, we'll just see what happens now, won't we?

I have to step up to this. I can't do this all on my own. I need hep with getting Jimin back safe and sound. 

I reach down my pants and pull my phone out of my pants pocket. Calling him.

(a/n: i feel like i really disappointed you guys with this chapter, but i promise i will try to make them better...)