Liar | Jikook [Discontinued]

The man smirked, chuckling quietly to himself, although his face wasn't visible underneath that rabbit mask of his. "What a lovely mask you have on. Where'd you buy it?"

"I made it," Jimin said, staring the other down as he sustained his poker face, keeping his stance. "Hand-stitched the design and everything."

"My, how quaint! Though, I have to say the rest of your outfit is rather dull, almost depressing really. You dress as if you're going to a funeral." He shook his head from side to side disapprovingly, sighing with a hint of something condescending. "Well, I suppose it fits this party's dress code."

Jimin gave the man a wry smile, holding back an insult. The blond could've dressed more flamboyantly if he wanted to, but that wasn't the point of his mission. It's not like the other man looked any better either, so who was he to critique Jimin's appearance?

The stranger then readjusted his own mask, doubling the knot at the back of his head before placing one hand behind his torso and another in front of him.

"Well then, Thirteen. Shall we dance?"

OR

Where Jimin is a hitman, but what happens when his mission becomes even more difficult and unexpected than his last?

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*WARNING: MATURE THEMES (gore, trafficking, illegal drugs, childhood trauma, etc). VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.*

Started: 9/26/2019
Finished: N/A

Story by: xXCHERRYPIEX