THE VELVET. | blackvelvet

(DON'T) FEAR THE REAPER.

Jennie thought of herself as the middle child of The Pinks and Velvets: underappreciated and taken for granted. Despite the fact she was almost never involved with the tortures and other heinous crimes, she had the important job of debt collection and debt erasure, if you could call it that.

Currently, as three quarters of The Pinks were with The Velvets getting ready to commit yet another odious crime, Jennie was all the way in Busan, on her way to pay a rather unpleasant visit to the most recent late-payment in her black book of people The Velvets had loaned money to.

Lee Seungri. Another name, another man, another figure. Twenty million, to be precise. She'd been told no one would miss him considering the crimes he was awaiting trial for, so Jennie figured she could just go in and out- maybe wrap his body up like a nice present.

As she neared his house, she reached  into her purse once again, double-checking that her weapon was still with her. Her heart didn't even quicken as she pressed his doorbell: she was used to this part of the job.

After a moment or so of nothing, Jennie watched as the downstairs light flicked on. She unbuttoned her shirt slightly, hoping that a bit more appeal would quicken her entry into Seungri's house. The front door slowly opened, revealing her target dressed in nothing but a pair of boxers.

Jennie fought off a gag as she put on her best flirtatious voice, "Hi. My car's broke down and my phone's died: I was wondering if you would mind letting me borrow your phone? I mean, surely a handsome man like yourself would be kind enough to let a lady like me just make a quick call so I can get home safely."

She wondered how Sooya did it.

Seungri fidgeted uncomfortably, scratching the back of his neck as he refused to meet Jennie's eyes, "Uh, I'm out of credit so I can't really let you borrow my phone right now- but I do have a landline if you wanna come in and get out the cold. What did you say your name was, again?"

I didn't, you perv.

Jennie giggled girlishly, following Seungri inside his house and shutting the door behind her, "Ruby Jane, but you can just call me Rue. Or whatever, I don't mind." As his back was turned she used her gloved hand to slip the deadbolt of his door on.

Nodding, Seungri led Jennie into the kitchen and gestured to a landline on the wall, "It's just there. There's a tow number somewhere in that book, if you just want to flip through."

Jennie nodded, flipping through the pages before she quickly tapped Rosé's number into the landline and waited patiently for the woman to pick up. When she did, Jennie put on her most girlish voice possible and spoke, "Hey. Can I have a tow truck please? The address is-"

She looked to Seungri and repeated the address he told her.

"Thank you so much. You'll see me in half an hour."

Jennie hung up, happy to know that Rosé was aware that the plan had only just begun. She turned back to Seungri, smiling cheesily, before speaking, "Thanks for letting me use your phone. Do you mind if I use the bathroom quickly?"

The man nodded, pointing up the stairs, "It's just up the stairs- third door to the right."

Jennie grinned and quickly rushed up the stairs and into the bathroom. She stalked over to sink and turned the tap on, watching as the water dwindled down the drain. Reaching her hand out, she cupped the water in her hand and splashed it gently against her face, cleansing her mind of all her other worries.

Her main focus was her mission. She couldn't allow herself to be distracted. Jennie turned the tap off and looked up into the mirror, clenching the side of the sink. All she saw in front of her was a blank canvas ready to be painted with blood: a girl that she met everytime it was time to complete a mission but also the girl that left as soon as she watched the life fade from someone's eyes.

The girl wasn't Jennie; she was the girl.

 Jennie briskly left the bathroom and slowly descended the stairs, her right hand in her purse and tightly clutching the gun she'd brought with her. 

You see, unlike Chaeyoung, Jennie wasn't a psychopath. She felt happiness and she felt sadness, but most importantly she felt compassion and guilt. But as Jennie lifted the gun and watched fear flicker throughout Seungri's eyes, she felt no remorse.

Not even as she pulled the trigger and watched his blood splatter across the cream-coloured kitchen and herself. He deserved it, did he not? South Korea still had the death penalty, although only in extreme occasions.

Jennie was just doing what the government could not. She was doing Rosé's bidding, but most importantly she was getting revenge for those women he'd taken advantage of and she was saving them from constant fear and pain.

She was just speeding up nature's course.