Silence (reader x yoongi)

The club

Rain, rain, its pouring.

My thoughts are so jumbled and boring.

This rhyme is rubbish.

Sigh...

You  thought as you watched the rain bounce off the pavement. You smiled  to yourself knowing that you were in the safety of your home, far away from the rain. Not that your room was all that safe to be honest living in a n institute with about 50 other assassins.

You had never liked rain, but then lots of people don't either.

With a groan you got up from your seat, grabbed a knife and started aiming practice.

You aimed and swiftly flicked your wrist.

Bam! With a thud the knife hit the centre of the target, quivering.

She grabbed another, bullseye once again.

Being an assassain was a burden but also sickening pleasurable. Being able to hit targets no one else could, was frankly great.

You had only really been at that. You couldn't really read, couldn't really write.  You were rubbish at academics. So was the point, might as well do what you do.

Another thing that drove her was revenge.

On the one who ripped her tounge out, made you like you are now, mute. You had loathed him for years, that person, the person that plagued your nightmares for weeks on end. The person who had named her Y/N only to take it away.

Him who gave her the name:

"Silence".

You stalked your way through the club. The music could be bearly heard over the talk. The club also stank of marijuana was in the air. You wanted to get out of here as fast as possible. It was one of the dodgiest places in the city but that meant it also brought in business. Glancing around you, you saw  people kissing, grinding, laughing, singing, smoking weed. Most of them you couldn't do. That made you chest pang. Rage flowed your  veins, your heart was full of hatred and it spread through her body.

You dodged dancers, drunks and druggies as you walked through the club. You made her way to the back of the club, her vision only concentrating on the black door. You had managed to weave your way through most of the club before nearly getting thrown up on. This annoyed you. Your  pace increased, the sooner your were in here, the sooner you were  out.A man packed with muscles and a short guy with a ear piece manned the door. You could tell the short guy was the better one at once. The larger man had more scars.

You walked up to them, drew the dragger from your  boot and showed them the ingraving. The smaller man nodded to his partner and he opened the door. You were right.

An onlooker had seen this, he had been watching that door. If there wasn't two gaurds there, he never would of noticed it. When you had approached, it couldn't help but spark his intrest. When you were admitted, due to the alchohol, he was furious.

"Hey you!" He shouted at you  "why'd you get excepted but not us? Is there a secret drug den in there or somethin'?" His voice slurred, his mind was clouded by alchohol.

You didn't give a reply, all you did was turn her head and glare at him, straight in the eyes. Your eyes where cruel, cold but utterly beautiful at the same time. They where a light E/C which contrasted what you could see of your  face. Your face from your nose downwards was covered. You slowly took your eyes off the man and disapeared into the darkness that lay behind the door.

You smirked at the effect you had on people. That you loved.

Silence, walked through the door, your smirk still slightly visable of what you could see of your face.You didn't look deadly, it was only your eyes, your hair was normal, H/C. Your wore normal clothes, or at least clothes that suituted the situation you were in.