Criminal's Obsession JJK

What if it's about "her"?

"He's here..."

Speaking through the earpiece in a husky yet low voice, the armed man took his aim on the person right infront of his gaze as he placed the gun firmly against his shoulder, staring at his each movement.

Standing in an abandoned building, his aim was ever as perfect. Those long tattooed fingers wandered through the trigger, waiting for the next signal as he knew everyone had their eyes on him.

"SHOOT!"

The words were loud and rang throughout his brain. His reflex didn't take time in pulling the trigger and the shot went straight through the person's head as he fell down right in the middle of the road with a pool of blood already surrounding the dead body.

 The loud sound and the shocking incident caused a chaos in the place. People started emptying it immediately. Where the then busy place was almost a disaster, on the other hand a demonic smirk formed on the young man's thin lips as he crouched down to reload his gun.

"Good job Jeon"

He chuckled sinisterly hearing the voice again. Being an ace at his job, he had nothing to worry about. He was standing in an abandoned building, miles away from the scene. Working with the most wanted criminal gang in the country, he committed such planned murders almost everyday. 

A ruthless man.

A trained assassin.

Jeon Jungkook.

The man who could get people on their knees just by the sight of him. His power was unimaginable. But he still  kept his identity a mystery.
Although he was the youngest heir of one of the most prominent business tycoon, he never considered himself as a part of that family. He always thought they betrayed him because his father handed over his company to his elder brother. 

He killed them all. He burned them alive inside the company premises.

The company and the family's power wiped away and so did the proofs. The masked criminal made his own underworld empire.

Thousands worked under him. Most were his slaves or sex toys, and the elites were his friends. Even though his power shivered many, he still committed the murders by himself.
It gave him satisfaction.

Killing people or torturing them to death in the worst possible way could be considered as his hobbies.

Standing up straight, he covered his head with the long, oversized black hoodie as his curly hair fell on his forehead. The dark aura engulfed the place. His hand slid down to his pockets as he placed the gun firmly inside it and started walking away like nothing happened.

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Those heavy footsteps echoed through the pathway as the guards bowed to their boss immediately. His sharp gaze was fixed on the door infront of him which was his lounge as his tongue played inside his mouth.

The blank look on his face was the usual and so was his all black and formal clothing. He finally arrived at the big door as the lock immediately examined his right eye before it opened revealing the dark red, luxurious room.

All the gazes which were then fixed on each other, shifted to the young man as they passed each other a smirk. Sitting on the couch, he grabbed a drink from the side table and rolled his eyes back after taking a slight taste of it. He groaned before manspreading and relaxing himself. 

??: "I got a news for you Jeon"

The man sitting beside him, spoke in a deep tone as the others looked at him in a serious gaze already knowing what was it all about.

Jungkook: I DON'T FUCKING WANNA HEAR IT TAEHYUNG. 

He growled hearing the voice which he found hella annoying. He wanted to relax for a moment but it was the same again. Their lazy asses would always give him another task before the previous was even near to be finished. And moreover, it would always involve some small kidnapping or robbery, which he was least interested in.

A small chuckle escaped the Taehyung's lips as his gaze wandered around to be fixed on his annoyed yet tired figure, expecting the reaction.

TAEHYUNG: But what if it's about Alice?

Those words were enough to make him go crazy. His eyes immediately shot open and he glared at his amused figure. His hands balled into fists as the veins started popping out of his exposed forearms. Those memories crawled up in his mind which he wanted to forget so bad.

Hate

It was the only emotion visible in his dark orbs.

-To be continued-

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