𝙍𝙊𝙎𝙀𝙏𝙐𝙈- 𝘫𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨

六

buzz, buzz.

he picked up his vibrating phone.

"yes hoseok?"

"it's already been a week since i've given you that file. what's taking you so long?" the voice of the man who had offered him the job blared through the speaker.

"he's too alert right now. i can't get him."

"you better get him by the end of the month. i'll give you another target so you can earn something this week."

"thank you for understanding. i'll get both of them."

"good."

that night, he watched as a pink haired teenage boy walked into a house. he could see lights pulsing from the windows and he could hear the music being blasted. he followed him, the cool metal of the knife brushing against his chest. he felt something prick his finger. he was squeezing the rose in his hand too hard.

something was wrong with him. ever since he ran away from his ex-boyfriend, he'd never felt anything. no remorse when he killed anyone. no joy or pride when he received the piles of cash from his boss. only the rush of adrenaline when he was tracking down a target. he had never been unfocused or too lost in his thoughts. he was always alert and aware of his movements and actions. he had never allowed himself to lose control of himself.

he took a deep breath. now was not the time for stalling or mistakes. he slipped the rose into his jacket pocket and walked into the house. the colorful lights almost blinded him and the loud music rang in his ears. he immediately joined the sea of dancing people, blending into the crowd while he looked around for the boy.

he spotted the boy sitting next to a smiling boy with black hair. he smiled. it made it so much more fun if it was a challenge. he walked over to the two boys.

"not the dancing type?" he asked. the boy smiled.

"i am, but jeno over here isn't," the boy rolled his eyes. "so me being the good friend i am agreed to sit with him."

"jaemin, don't be like that," jeno pinched his cheek.

"i mean, we could dance for a while and then come back and chat," he suggested. "i mean, if your friend here agrees." he noticed jeno slightly stiffen, then force out a smile.

"yeah, sure! i'll be here waiting," jaemin smiled and hugged jeno tightly.

he led jaemin into the crowd of moving people, starting to move his body. the boy started to dance too, a look of concentration and joy on his face. it's almost sad how he's going to have to go.

after a night of dancing and drinks and conversation, he faked a yawn and suggested that they go home. they walked out the door, where a sleek black car was in front of them.

"it's my ride," jeno shrugged. "i'll ask if i can take you, jaemin."

he watched as jeno hopped into the car and spoke quietly with the driver.

"sorry jaemin," jeno poked his head out of the window. "this bitch over here says you can't come with us because my dad doesn't let him do 'that kind of thing,'" he said, making air quotes with his fingers.

"i can drive you," he said to jaemin. he saw jaemin's pink hair slightly bounce as he smiled and thanked him. the black car drove off, taking jeno with it.

"i parked my car kind of far away because the parking lot was full," he said. "i'm sorry."

"no it's fine!" jaemin somehow still had a little bit of energy after that night. he led jaemin into a street. the streetlights flickered as they walked silently.

he slowly slid the small knife out of the pocket hidden on the inside of his shirt and whipped around. he saw jaemin's look of surprise before grabbing his wrists in a death grip. before jaemin could open his mouth, he brought the knife down on jaemin's chest and watched as jaemin's eyes started to flicker. thick red blood trickled down from where the knife was in his chest, forming red pools under him. 

"w-ha... the f-f-fuck..."

he placed the red rose next to jaemin's body and slipped into his car. he pulled his gloves off. as he was driving back to his house, he called hoseok.

"i got him."

"good job. the $50,127 will be sent to your private bank account in a couple days."

the call ended.