"The target has been terminated." A man dressed to the nines, said into his ear piece.
"Excellent. We can't have those people running around with this information. Fall back." The voice on the other line commented.
As was about to put away his sniper, he looked through the lenses once more, just to see look on their faces.
But a certain, broad-shouldered, worldwide handsome man caught his eye.
He smirked. "It's a pity he's not on our side. Such a waste of a pretty face. A really pretty one."
"Uhh, hyung? Why are you calling me pretty?" The guy asked, sounding quite uncomfortable.
He cleared his throat. "I didn't call you."
"Aww, just admit it, I'm as ravishing as a Greek god." He said playfully.
"I'm feeling more of a small cute bunny rabbit. What do you think?" The assassin teased.
Stuttering, he answered, "I-I ugh, whatever, just get back here, Zeus is waiting."
"Alright, alright. I'll stop by to get some banana milk, you want some?"
Elated, he exclaimed, "Yes!"
Learning from his mistake, he turned off the ear piece before checking the lenses to hopefully catch a glance of that pretty boy. He looked around and there he was.
Ooo tiny waist. Nice.
Moving downwards to get a better look, he caught sight of his partner.
His expression darkened.
Something was off about the whole thing. Something didn't sit well with the assassin. He just seemed suspicious.
Taking note, the assassin left without looking back.
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The warm rays of the Sun shone through the slits of the hospital room curtains, awakening Yoongi.
Groaning, he turned to his right to find Hoseok poking his finger through his face.
Right, he's still here.
Smiling, Hoseok apologised. "Sorry, hehe. I have to do something while you're asleep."
Rolling his eyes, Yoongi sat up right and yawned. To his surprise, he felt rejuvenated. Like energy was coursing through his veins or just drank too much coffee.
"Huh, this is strange, I feel energised." He commented, getting up to use the toilet.
As Yoongi slipped into the bathroom, Hoseok muttered, "works every time."
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After getting everything checked out and the doctor giving Yoongi the all clear, they went to the basement to get his car.
As they approached the vehicle Hoseok stopped dead in his tracks.
Yoongi paused and looked at him. "What's wrong? Haven't seen a car before?"
Shaking his head, Hoseok answered, "no, not that. It's just that last time I rode in it...
I went flying out of it."
Yoongi was about knit his eyebrows so hard or give a snappy comment but figured at this point what hadn't he seen? Instead he assured Hoseok he would drive slower, he was in a good mood after all.
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The Detective and His Ghost || sope (DISCONTINUED)
FanfictionA cold hearted cop. A ghost who was wrongly accused. Gangs, assassinations, drama, secret identities, a dash of the supernatural and sprinkle in some romance and what do you get? This book. ⚠️ Trigger Warning! ⚠️ This book contains: • Hints of suic...