Kill me softly - Minsung

Chapter 22

"So what, we're sending mission reports per ravens now? What are we? A witch club?", Minho stood on the grounds of an abandoned industrial building on the outskirts of Seoul, rather being everywhere else than here, facing Vir Aicha's back of her head, rather being accompanied by anyone else than her. 

"Isn't it so much more interesting and nerve-racking sending messages per raven?", even though Minho couldn't see Vir Aicha's face, he knew that she was smiling like a maniac. Every time she was really passionate about something her eyes widened, her pupils seemed to shrink, her eyebrows darted up like they wanted to merge with her hair, and her nostrils frantically sucked in and released hearable breaths, it was quite disturbing to look at. Minho also didn't know what would be nerve-racking about sending ravens. "Besides, it's more discreet than sending it to you per phone or mail when the government has their eyes and ears everywhere.", she had turned her head to look over her shoulder back at Minho while vividly whispering the last few words, widely grinning at him. She had braided her light purple hair into two braids that opened into loose ponytails at the end of her scalp. Minho was always amazed at how she kept the thing on her head as orderly and neat where everything inside of it was such a mess.  

Minho was unfazed by her behavior, he had gotten used to it a long time ago, it just left the traces of an unpleasant feeling in his gut. "Yeah very discreet having a bird frantically slamming its beak against your window at ungodly hours in the morning.", Minho grumbled, his displeasure about the current situation grew with each passing second. 

"LK, LK, LK.", she chirped, now trotting around him, her hands crossed behind her back. "Don't call me that.", Minho demanded but she ignored him. "Why so moody, isn't it a beautiful day today?"

"A beautiful day to kill a bitch.", he mumbled, shifting his weight from one foot to another, arms crossed. He didn't care if Vir Aicha had heard him. If you only considered the weather, it was, in fact, quite a beautiful day. The sky was clear, a bright blue almost fading into white, the sun beamed down but the air was fresh and crisp while the wind tugged on their clothes. "Can't we just come straight to the point? What the hell do you want?", as beautiful as the weather was, Minho wished he'd be somewhere completely else. 

The memory of the warm and secure arms that held him just hours ago seemed to make the wind appear even colder, the sunbeams even sharper, and every gust of wind that hit him felt like it wrested away small bits of the comforting warmth he was wrapped up in today morning, never giving him the memory of the feeling back. The day was still young, maybe 9 hours old, at best but Minho was already fed up with it. 

Minho kind of ran away, and it was kind of his thing. As much as he hated it, ending calls out of the blue, leaving Jisung standing on the sidewalk of one of Seoul's streets and now, leaving him to wake up alone in his bed, he'd hate it more to see something happen to him. 

The truth was, leaving Jisung today wasn't even the hardest part. The hardest part would be facing him again. Minho wished that he'd be over with all the business stuff by then but he knew just how unlikely that was. But as he woke up today in the firm grip of Jisung's arms and allowed to let his facade crumble, fall down completely, he realized that he wanted this. And he realized how much he wanted this. It was almost unbearable just how much he wanted this, he felt like he couldn't breathe because the desire laid so heavy upon his chest. But before he'd truly committed to these feelings he shut them out again, focussed on his job - no on his way of life - again and noticed yet again that Jisung didn't belong in there. 

Minho desperately wished he could say 'Jisung didn't belong in his life yet' but as time passed by he grew more and more unsure if Jisung belonged in his life at all. 

It was immensely egoistic of him to put Jisung through this. To pretend that they'd have a future. To go on dates with him, to kiss him, to fall asleep with him as if he wasn't an assassin and relationships were an easy and possible thing for them. All just because Minho doesn't wanna be alone and can't do without it even though he knew about their fate. 

"There's a mission. Pretty much just a small routine thing but because of the 'little incident' during our last mission I guess this will be the best thing he'll trust us with.", Vir Aicha had stopped her trotting and stood in front of Minho now. Her words snapped him back into reality. She intensely glared at Minho and he wondered if she could read anything in his mind. She blinked and then slowly walked up to Minho. She slapped her hand on his left shoulder, trapping a piece of beige paper between her and his body as she dug her nails into his muscle, the mission details, and as she stood right next to him she hissed "Don't fuck this one up or so help me god."

She yanked her hand away and went off, leaving Minho with an aching shoulder and a single beige paper, the orders on it running through his head over and over again. 

This was his life. This, and not going on fancy dates and waking up with pretty boys.  

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My characters aren't allowed to be happy I guess.

Anyway, I should actually be doing homework but I guess working on this story counts as practicing English? 

Also, I still don't have to go to school for another 7 fuCKING WEEKS  because of Ms. Rona (I actually wanna go again but oh well) and I've got some Woosan story Ideas that I guess I'll start once this book is finished. 
We only have like 4 chapters left of this book by the way! Yay!

Well then - as always - take care and I'm out.