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Jungkook // A lesson taught is a lesson learnt. Part 2

He sighed softly, laying in the bed - that is if you would call it that - and letting the darkness embrace him. For assassins, the average person would expect him to live in luxury. But he didn't.

Sure, the jobs paid well. Extremely well. But he still didn't spend much of that money on himself, he bought new clothes occasionally when they were torn in a fight, he bought food and the basic living supplies... but the rest of the money he gave to his team, even if they didn't join in on the job.

He smiled softly. Out of his men, he was the youngest, out of the gloomy kingdom he lived in he was the youngest leader. He didn't just become that, he worked to his title. Blood stained his hands through to the bone, his muscles aches most days from the vigorous training or from the damage he had taken during a fight. He wasn't just an innocent bystander in all this.

He sighed and rolled onto one side. You were different though. Not by much, but enough. He rested a hand on the wall and closed his eyes, imagining - wishing even - that you could feel his presence through the brick.

You weren't dragged into this life, or forced into this life... but then again you didn't willingly join him either. You had been born into a lavish life, having whatever you wanted whenever you wanted, you had both men and girls at your feet ready to ask for your hand in marriage. But someone had contracted Jungkook's team to take out the family that you once had.

Your father, even you knew this, was the man that had caused the eternal war that kept going on between those that could barely survive with what little money they had, and the rich. But you chose to hide behind closed doors and ignore it. You would ignore the pleas of the poor who you walked past in the street asking if you knew where their son, daughter or family member had went.

You knew, it made you sick to your stomach hearing the screams of pain late at night.

You helped one escape, with the vow that he would contract a group to come and kill them. Your father, your mother and your elder brother. To kill off the family to make sure none of this happened again.

He thanked you, and left a singular feather in return, promising that it meant something meaningful from where he came from.

Then, as you laid there may nights later, you heard them before you saw them. But you didn't flinch, you didn't move out of bed to see why your family was screaming bloody murder. You laid there and waited for your time to come, waited so your soul that aches with guilt could be out to rest.

Jungkook, as you later learnt his name, had been the one to enter your room. "Sleeping through the screams of your family being murdered?" He had tutted, voice harsh like gravel. "Such a sweet delicate princess. But we all know your family secrets." The cold knife was pressed to your cheek and he jumped back at the sight of your calm eyes staring at him right back.

"I'm not asleep. I'm just ready for the end." Your voice was nothing more than but a whisper as the gentle breeze ran past you. "I never partook in what they did, I never agreed with it. But I didn't help when I could've, and for that I'm just as bad as they are."

"Join me." His voice had changed slightly from low and sneaky to smooth like melted butter which shocked you. "You have a solid resolve and we could use someone like that. With the right training you could be-"

"No."

"What do you mean no?"

"I mean no. I won't join you." She took a deep breath. "I'll atone for my sins in the afterlife. So if you could hurry up and finish the job that would be great."

"No. I'll protect you to my last dying breath. You will join me and continue serving your punishment until you die." He spoke eyes narrowing. "Letting you die now would be too easy."

"And you promise you'll protect me?"

"I'll help you get stronger, so you won't die prematurely too." He offered his hand and you took a deep breath before taking it.

You sighed and faced the wall that connected your room to his and you closed your eyes, your heart fluttering slightly at the thought that he cared about you. You sat bolt upright seconds later, hearing the snoring from his room and you got up, carrying the feather down blanket you had bought from the market a few days back, and got up.

You were aware he never spent money on himself, and realised when you walked past his room the other day he had nothing but a tattered sheet to keep him warm.

You slipped into his room and walked up to his bed, pausing to watch him with his fingers against the rough brick as he faced the wall. You smiled softly and laid the blanket over him and closed the window.

"Goodnight, Jungkook." You smiled softly before leaving the room.

As you shut the door behind you, all you could hear was a mumbled "G'nigh..." in his sleep before the snoring took over again.