Hitman | WOOYU

Chapter One - Logging On

"I just want to be alone."
"I just want to be alone."
"I just want to be alone."

Wooseok repeated to himself.

He wanted to be alone.

He was sick of others pretending to care for him, pretending to like him.

He opened up the computer in his moonlit bedroom, an old 2014 model he received as a gift from his cousin a few years back. Wary of being too loud, he played his favourite song, 'limitless' by nct 127; he knew his parents were still awake, and he knew they'd expect him to be asleep by now.

Wooseok lived with his parents, they loved him as much as you'd expect - an incredible amount - but they didn't know how disturbed he was. He was given all he could ever want as a child, within reason of course, and although he appreciates it, he wasn't a slave of normality.

He didn't get excited over going out with his friends, or get upset over even the most harrowing of movies. He didn't know how to express love. Love. The thing that humanity is founded on, he couldn't feel it. Not the love that you would typically share with your family, no, the love you have when you really like something, when the thing you like drives you crazy, having it constantly on your mind, that kind of love.

Everyone else had it, why couldn't he?

He felt things, of course, just not strong enough to make him feel alive, well, at least not strong enough to make him feel like he's living.

He craved life.

His parents thought of him as a bright, cheerful boy, simply facing the adversities of being a teenager.

Oh how wrong they were.

Wooseok opened his browser, in incognito mode of course, and searched for the potentially dangerous yet strangely intriguing website he found whilst bored at school, hitman.com.

No normal person would just straight up search for this, but, well... Wooseok wasn't normal.

He filled out the registration requirements, using his secret email of course, whilst being hesitant in case of gaining copious amounts of viruses whilst doing so, and browsed through the list of potential hitmen until one caught his eye.

Ada (20) — Seoul, South Korea.
I don't have a purpose; I live for nothing. Give me a target with their location and you won't see them again. I don't expect pay, I don't need it.

No pay, huh, Wooseok thought to himself, sounds fake.

Click

22:31| Wooseok: |

Did he actually want to do this? He stared at the pulsating cursor on the text box for a moment longer, before writing:

22:33| Wooseok: I have a target for you,

He was still skeptical, although, it was just a bit of fun? Wasn't it? He wasn't actually going to get a reply. Was he?

22:35| Ada: Name, location and they're gone.

Fuck.

It was just a troll though... it had to be. Just a bot programmed to respond to any message received.
That's what Wooseok had thought when he replied with:

22:37| Wooseok: Hui, student at Woodside Academy,

Even if it is legitimate, he used his nickname... nothing's gonna happen to Hoe Taek.

22:37| Ada: It'll be done by noon tomorrow.

Haha... ha... aha.

22:38| Wooseok: Thank you

Wooseok sat for a while after, staring at the blaring screen, contemplating what he had just done. It's not real, there's no way it was that easy to hire a hitman, and for free as well! He pondered, and started to regret what he had done.

As much as he didn't like Hoe Taek, he didn't want him dead... did he?

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The next day, Hoe Taek wasn't at school.

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Hi, this is my first fanfiction so don't judge me too hard, actually no, go ahead. I can't write well but it's the plot that counts right?? (haha no)

It was a short chapter but hopefully the other ones will be longer than this,

Bye.