[DISCONTINUED] Catnip // Kitty Gang X Agust D

하나 //1// 사명

Mission

Haa..

Haa..

Haa..

I never ran so far or so fast before. My sides hurt and my lungs and legs burned.

It's not my fault he was—

I heard a gunshot and something whizzed past my ear. I turned into a narrow alley, having to dodge the pipes to not get stuck. They wouldn't follow me in there. It was too narrow for their bulbous donut-filled bodies.

But apparently one decided to follow me because I heard another gunshot and a spray of water burst into my face. I wiped it away and kept running.

I couldn't afford to go to jail. Hell, I could even be executed for all the things I'd done. I've killed so many people... No way I would get out of that alive.

I ran out of the alley, only to be met by police cars and policemen, guns aimed at me in the small street. I stopped, gasping for breath and looking at what might finally be my defeat.

"Drop your weapons." One barked at me. "Now!"

I hesitated but pulled my gun out. They all tensed up, ready to shoot, but I just turned the safety on and dropped it on the ground.

"Kick it away!" I snorted but kicked it a few feet away from me. "Put your hands in the air." I did.

He signalled for a few to go to me but as soon as they lowered their guns, there was deafening bang, a blinding flash, and I was choking on smoke. Pink smoke, to be exact.

Was it Jungkook? Seokjin? Any of the others who finally got the courage to help me?

I couldn't be bothered by it at the moment. I ran over to my gun, my eyes burning. It wasn't poisonous or sleep-inducing because if it was, I would be unconscious already. I grabbed my gun and backed into the alley in all the chaos.

I managed to climb up some of the pipes to get a good view, but the smoke had risen and it was harder to see than it would have been a minute ago. I waited a few more minutes for the smoke to clear and then...

Oh my God.

In my panic I hadn't heard the gunshots going off, but I remembered it now. Screaming and gunshots. There were bodies lying all over the place, blood seeping onto the ground.

Once I determined it safe I climbed down and went to inspect the area. It was like any other murder scene, except in the middle where I had been standing was a piece of paper. Surrounding the piece of paper was a heart—drawn by blood.

I crouched down and grabbed the paper, hesitating to read it. I finally decided that I could read it after I got away.

-

I was far away from the crime scene and I was dying to read the letter as much as my legs were dying from running.

I sat down by a dumpster at the back of an apartment building and pulled out the note written in fancy calligraphy, except it was easier to read.

No one touches my Agust D

xoxo

And under that, a Hello Kitty sticker. I frowned. What kind of messed up weirdo would tell me that?

Probably some insane fangirl.

I thought, rolling my eyes and tearing it up. I didn't do it entirely because it was disgusting. My fingerprints were on it and by habit I tore it up and set it on fire.

I got up and brushed myself off. For a little over half a year I had been on the run. It was painful, not to mention no hygiene felt disgusting. "The others" wouldn't answer my calls or texts. They wanted nothing to do with me.

Staring at the fire, I smirked.

I guess it's time for a little reunion.

-

Jungkook

"Seollenda me likey~ Me likey, likey, likey~ Me like—"

I sat down on the couch by Namjoon and put my legs on his lap, getting a disappointed-meets-disgusting look from him. I answered the call without checking the number. Like how bad could it be?

"Helloo?" There was only silence. "Who is this?" There was only a series of beeps and I checked the number again, confused.

"Jungkook, who are you talking to?" I hummed an I don't know and there was beeping again. Namjoon's face changed and he snatched the phone from me. "Again. Do it again."

The same series of beeps played. "What? What is it?"

"Shh, go get me paper and a pen."

I scoffed then got up and ripped a page from a journal in the next room. I grabbed a pen and started to go back.

What's so important that he has to shush me like that? Geez.

I put the paper in front of him and sat back beside him, slightly irked by his behavior.

"Again." Namjoon commanded. There were beeps, but this time he started to write something down. I peered over his shoulder and saw a line of periods and hyphens.

.- --. ..- ... - / -..

"Morse code?" I muttered. He just ignored me and wrote down more.

.--- -.- / -. .--- / ... .--- / .... ...

-- . . - / - -- .-. .-- / ---... -.--.-

And then they hung up. Namjoon handed my phone back to me and groaned.

"God, why this torture?"

I moved closer to him. "I can help."

He chuckled dryly. "You don't know morse code."

I grinned. "Yeah, but my phone does."

He suddenly made a face, probably realizing we could just translate it online. But my pride went away when he finally translated it.

Agust D

JK NJ SJ HS

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