LOVERBOY → SF9 INDA | TAENI | JUWOON ZUWOON

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THIS WORK CONTAINS DARK ELEMENTS. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.
tw: gore, murder, blood/injury, self-harm, self-hatred, emotional baggage, trauma, character with congenital analgesia, guns

A/N: in no way do i intend to glorify or romanticize the subjects mentioned in this work. please read with discretion.

"I've never done anything like this before..."

A woman sits in the passenger seat of a successful man's luxurious black car, his hand trailing aimlessly up and down her thigh. Her stomach twists nervously - one wrong move and her cover's blown. The man doesn't know the secret of the viper in his vehicle, trained to destroy and lie cleverly to escape any situation. Doesn't know that the woman he touches is nothing but a falsified body weaving between her beautiful make believe life, that she's been raised from nothing to kill and conquer.

And, well, he's her prime target.

He's just her type; the chief operating officer of a powerful up and coming corporation. Hao Tech was about to take off, but it had been too lucky in the past with how perfectly its advances had been timed. It was time for it to come crashing down, the night before its grand entrance onto the scene.

"I don't even know your name," he continues, laughing with disbelief that he'd taken the woman back to his car from the bar they'd met in. The woman's nerves are alight with fear, praying his hand doesn't stray any further upwards, that it won't brush against the gun holstered to her upper thigh, hidden underneath her skimpy dress. The metal's cold against her skin, reminding her of her goal for the night with each slight movement she makes.

The first night of the Summer Exhibition was going to be bloody. She's ready for it, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

The moment comes too quickly for her liking, when the man pulls onto a less populated road in the city, driving slowly before he turns into an alley. The woman sits forward slowly, hands clasped together in her lap as she eyes the surrounding area.

No people, no cameras, no Androids. It's the perfect spot for her to ruin the bright, shimmering future of the man beside her, who nervously fidgets the wheel as he slows the vehicle.

She waits until the car's stalled, the key falling into the console, before she begins to reach for her gun. The safety clicks off between her fingers when she lifts it, admiring the sleek, dark color of it before she takes aim.

The man hasn't noticed. His eyes are closed as he leans over towards her, expecting something other than a bullet between his teeth.

The woman's not deterred by the blood that stains her cheek when she pulls the trigger, spattering on her skin like a forceful kiss.

The gun's placed sweetly back against her thigh, the cold steel kissing her skin as she slips out of the vehicle. She leaves the blood on her face, like a proud badge of what she'd caused. The kill was quick, painfully so. She would have drawn it out, played with him a bit before giving him what he deserved, but she had plans waiting for her at home.

Her car isn't far; she'd gotten lucky with where the man had decided to drive to, where he'd unwillingly chosen to die. She leaves the alley, walking briskly down the pavement on the deserted street.

There's a soft whisper of static in her ear before she's able to hear a woman's voice cut over the radio channel her Bluetooth was stationed to.

"How did it go? I see you're leaving the Target."

"Easy," she murmurs, voice cracking slightly as she's forced to pitch it upwards, still unused to this new lie. She wants to be back in the body she was used to, that felt more real to her than the rest did.