Min Yoongi, a top notch hitman who has worked for the most scary men in kore is hired to assassinate Ailee Yeun, a 20 year old first year attending. When Yoongi is given 4 months to assassin Sana he springs right into action, after all he is a profe...
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"Thanks again for you know taking me home." I told Yoongi as we sat in a booth across from each other.
We had decided to meet up just to hang out and since we were both hungry we ended up coming to eat lunch.
"It's not problem."
"Seriously though, you probably saved my life. Thank you." I said, he shrugged.
"Well I couldnt just watch him try to drug you. Besides don't you know better about keeping a close eye on your drink? You shouldn't drink so much." He nagged. I hummed as I looked at the menu that was part of the table.
"You're not my boyfriend Min Yoongi nor are you my husband so I don't think I have to listen to you."
"Fine whatever." He grumbled looking off to the side.
"Hey, stop being so grouchy all the time meow meow." I sighed. He looked at me with raised eyebrows.
"Meow meow?" He repeated, I nodded.
"You remind me of a cat. But I guess you're right about drinking too much. I usually am not a drinker, I guess I shouldn't get black out drunk in public." I said, he nodded.
"Good." He stated. "So how's work been?"
"It's been good, tiring but that's just how it is." I admitted while making a mental note of my order. "What about you? How's the schooling and part time job?"
"Huh?" He asked in confusion.
"What do you mean hUh?" I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Oh! Right sorry, yeah it's fine." He answered.
"Weirdo." I said under my breath. He rolled his eyes.
"Anyways, what do you think is the hardest part of your job?" He asked as he stared at the table.
"Mm, probably the long hours. Some people are kinda annoying too." I admitted.
"Oh yeah? Anyone who probably hates you?"
"I don't know about hate, I try to be nice to everyone. So hate is probably extreme—wait, there is this one girl. Lori, she doesn't like me at all." I told him, he hummed.
"Damn, what you do?" He asked with interest.
"I'm not sure but I guess she doesn't like how I get more range but that's because she's a nurse. Would you let a nurse diagnose and prescribe medications to a patient?" I asked him, he shook his head.
"But that sounds so stupid to hate someone over. Surely you must've done something." He pushed, I shrugged.
"That's all I know about. I mean if I did do something to hurt her feelings then by all means I'll apologize even maybe send her a little muffin basket but I have no idea." I said as the waiter approached us.
