#and when u have to clean up an entire office of signed posters it's just like fuck this u know

[bluekyun]

A Million Roses 1. (M)

Pairing: J U N G K O O K x R E A D E R x Y O O N G I

Genre: A N G S T & S M U T — assassin!au

Word Count: 7.633

Summary: One would think that no one can rival the power of the silent assassin, but as someone begins to claim your targets before you can pull the trigger, the entirety of the crew struggles with mistrust and suspicion, forgetting the oath in which they are bound by blood. For every body stolen, a rose lies in its place, and for every rose placed, you are one step closer to finding the traitor, the one who had so easily convinced you to love him in the first place.

Inspiration: Sword Art Online

Warnings: major character death, descriptive gore including blood and violence

Rating: NC-17

“He’s dead. Your father is dead.”

 Dropping the phone, the screen hits the stone floor and cracks, and amidst that noise, you hear your heart shatter into a million pieces as well. Ever since you were born, you have been preparing for this, preparing for this phone call, but that doesn’t stop the pain from squeezing the broken shards of your heart, the tears beginning to form behind your eyes. You can’t cry, and so you don’t. You merely accept the fact that your father is no longer the headmaster, and that now, it is you. He had prepared you over several years to take over his place running the guild, the one he spent his entire life to build from the bottom up, the one his own father had so carelessly turned his back on.

 Every emotion wells up inside of your small body- fear, anger, sadness. It all comes at once, giving your mind little time to grieve let alone think of what will happen next. The world around you is spinning, your lungs desperately grasp for air. If there is any point in time during which the sky is falling, this would be that moment. Despite the hideout covering several acres, it’s as if the whole building is shrinking in on itself, and like a rat stuck in a pipe, you are going to die. Closing your eyes, your father’s words echo in your head, so clear that it’s as if he is standing right beside you.

 “You can’t be an assassin if you feel things, you might as well step in front of the line of fire and get shot. Either way, it will get you killed.”

 You don’t bother to pick up the phone, deciding to leave it behind along with all sensibility and emotion. With him gone, you have about ten minutes to prepare for the takeover, the vicious time in which every member of the guild turns on both each other and the heir to get their hands on the throne. You have seen it too many times, and you are in no mood to deal with all the fuss. Grabbing the FN Five Seven from its holster, you stride through the hallways, and hearing the commotion in the mess hall, you don’t hesitate a millisecond before opening fire on every single person in that damned room.

Moonlight seeped through the spaces in the branches, illuminating the frost covered ground. It was nearing winter, and the temperature dropped each successive night. The crunch of the grass and the dirt below your feet was a sweet melody to your ears, as it felt like it had been ages since you had left the confines of the hideout. With less daylight, there was more time to roam in darkness, exploring the night’s hidden gems. As you parted through the bushes alongside the road, you peeked in both directions for any signs of people, but more importantly, scummy do-gooders in blue uniforms. Seeing as no one was around, you pulled your bag close to your chest, striding over to the alley created by several old, rundown buildings. Upon entering, you noticed the smell of feces and impending death, usually a tell-tale sign you would have a victim for the night. Quietly, you stepped over the trash littered on the ground, newspapers from as far back as several years ago, meaning that whoever had been occupying this filthy backstreet had long been gone. This gave you a golden opportunity to set up the perfect shot without anyone noticing. If you were lucky, the target would be busy at his desk in his office, deep in his work, and considering your current track record and detailed research, you weren’t going to return empty-handed.

 On one of the buildings, there hung a rusted ladder leading to the fire escape. It was no surprise to you that the ladder had been pulled down as there were many dealers who used this area as their selling ground, taking solace inside the abandoned buildings. Even though the night was entirely quiet, you weren’t going to take the chance; it was either kill or get killed in this world, and you weren’t one to fall victim to the latter. Grabbing the FN Five Seven from the holster, you carefully made your way up the ladder, the metal creaking with every step. Once on the fire escape, you shoved your back against the wall, chilling your back through the thin leather of your jacket. Through the window next to you, it seemed dark and empty, but when it came to this business, it had become second nature to question everything, to check everything. Peeking around the corner, you tried to make out any figures, but with the window being crusted over in soot, it was impossible to see inside. Taking a deep breath, you crawled underneath the windowsill, gun still clutched in hand. Staying crouched was the only certainty at remaining unnoticed, but as you climbed up the stairs, the strain on your back was becoming unbearable. You would have thought that your body was used to this kind of discomfort by now, but each time the pain only got worse.

 Finally to the the top of the building, looking above the overly populated and smog smothered city always gave you a sense of peace, reminding you why out of all the jobs in the world, the one that you had been born into happened to be one that allowed you to explore the darkest parts of humanity. The constant adrenaline rush and enjoyment you found from taking out each individual target, the extensive research, planning, and most importantly, the killing. Although partially sadistic and morbid of you, it was the part of the job you looked forward to the most. There was an indescribable satisfaction you received from taking someone’s last breath in the form of one silver plated bullet. Each victim had his or her own back story, life outside of pissing other people off, but those details were never the ones that interested you. Just like many others before this particular man, the one who so greedily wanted him dead had no other specification other than “Satan himself”. Those were the reasons that helped you thrive in this field of work- you’ve always wanted to meet him.

 Whoever ordered a hit on this man was either doing an act of justice or simply taking out competition, but that was never something you cared about so long as you got paid for your work at the end of the day.

 Removing the straps of your bag, you laid it out against the moisture ridden ground of the rooftop, carefully taking out each briefcase, still covered in black leather as pristine as it was on your first day on the job three years prior. Opening the largest, you pulled out your most prized possession, the Accuracy International Arctic Warfare Magnum, or in other words, the silent assassin. One of the top sniper rifles in the business, it was a present from your late father right before he was kidnapped and discarded, leaving you to run his business in his stead. One might argue that having a young adult run one of the largest assassin guilds in the country was quite literally the dumbest idea in existence, but the fact that you had been on the frontline since the tender age of ten only gave some indication to your level of expertise and dedication to these idiots who had become nothing but family. Among them, you had become known as ‘death gun’ for your precise work, but more specifically because of your gun of choice. With a suppressor and high performance, it was greatly feared, as no one had yet to challenge you, fully aware of their fate if you happened to point it in their direction. It had saved your life on several occasions while simultaneously taking that of others, and if you had the option to marry it then you would have long ago, as it was far more reliable than any man you had ever met.

 Pulling out the smaller briefcase, you carefully lifted your scope, another present from your father, and taking the cloth from its place, you gently cleaned the lens, guaranteeing a clear shot. Equipping it onto the sniper with a spine shuttering ‘click’, the rifle was ready for action. Looking across the way, you noticed a man standing outside the old rundown theater, pacing back and forth as if he were impatiently waiting for something. From what you could tell, he seemed too lost in his thoughts to speculate anyone coming for him, which only made your job easier. After a minute or so of watching him walk aimlessly, he pulled out his phone and turned his back to you, giving you the chance to aim directly for his head, guaranteeing a quick and painless death. After that, the only worry was clean up, which lucky for you, was not your job.

 Getting into place, you laid flat on your stomach, feeling water seep through the thin layer of your shirt, goosebumps forming on every inch of your skin. Upon placing the head of the barrel on the ledge, you shifted onto your elbows with your body pressed comfortably against the sheetrock. Leaning closer, the smell of gun powder filled your nose, and with one eye against the scope, finger securely hovering over the trigger, you smoothly glided the red dot until it rested perfectly at the rear of his cranium. A millisecond later, the poster along the wall was soaked in blood, droplets descending under the stress of gravity until gracefully spattering onto the littered cement below. The lifeless body collapsed on top of itself, landing on the ground in an inhuman position. Not a sound was heard, not even a mouse, and with the target taken out, it was time to go home. Tapping on your earpiece, you wait for the lulling of static before speaking into the microphone.

 “Jungkook, come get the body before anyone notices.”

 “Yes, Captain.” He says, sarcasm lacing his smooth voice.

 Rolling your eyes at his nickname, you don’t bother to respond. All you sincerely cared about was that the job was done and you could go back and relax before receiving your next mission. In this line of work, it was difficult to have a job every day, but considering the kind of fucked up city you resided in, it was no surprise to you that you received several requests a day. Unlike other groups, your team carefully selected who they chose to work with, realizing that not every life is worth a pretty penny. Besides, most of the people you killed were guilty of wrong doing rather than some petty shit like a wife trying to off her husband just so she can get his money. That was something you saw way more often than you would have liked to admit.

 Keeping an eye on the body, you sat up against the ledge, taking the time to disassemble the AIAWM, putting each individual piece back in its place. You prided yourself on organization and cleanliness, as not every assassin was lowlife scum, disorganized and dirty in every aspect. Within moments, you watched as the familiar black van slowed down against the curb, and in a matter of ten seconds, the van disappeared just as quickly as it appeared.

 Tapping on the ear piece again, you once again wait for the static.

 “Dammit Yoongi, why the fuck did it take you so long to grab the body?”

 On the other side of the line, you could hear a heavy, exceedingly annoyed sigh.

 “Jungkook had to sneeze, what the fuck do you want from me. I just drive the stupid thing so why are you yelling at me?” Despite him being monotone, you knew exactly how to hit every nerve, and deep down, he was bitter. He hated it when you turned your frustrations on him.

 “Whatever, just meet me in the alley in two.” Ending the call, you shove your earpiece into your pocket, finally taking the chance to breathe. You had a terrible habit of holding your breath every time your finger came close to the trigger, and it wouldn’t be until moments later, head swimming in dizziness, that you remembered to release the toxicity from your lungs.

 The AIAWM had done its job for the night, finally able to retire until the next mission which would likely be the following day. With everything back in its rightful place, you slung the straps of your carrier over your shoulder, silently making your way back to the ladder. From your spot above, you could see the van sitting idly at the end of the alleyway, reminding you that you had approximately thirty seconds before someone noticed the blood-stained walls, alerting the police of the suspicious activity. At least that’s how it usually went.

 Sliding down the ladder, you don’t bother to watch your step, the entirety ready to break into pieces at the mere contact of your foot. Just like before, the darkness of the night shielded your escape, and after checking that no traces of your existence were left behind, you quickly stepped over the soggy cardboard and crushed cans toward the van. With one swift motion, the sliding door opened, and inside you saw Jungkook hovering over the body with nothing but darkness behind his hooded eyes. He grabbed your arm, fingers digging into your flesh, leaving instant bruises that he would likely kiss over later in the morning sun. After being thrown inside, you latched onto the window, eyes scanning over the streets as Yoongi drove quietly into the abyss of night.

 Everyone was quiet despite the few grunts of an irritated assassin in the front seat, and although you would never mention anything, you knew he was still bothered by your remark earlier. He was your little puppy, he wanted to please you, attend to you, and have your attention, but whenever he got none of the three, he became an insufferable bastard until you caved.

 Several blocks down the road, the street lights became increasingly spaced out, leaving the sinners and wrong-doers to thrive under the cloak of darkness in between, but when it came time to return to the hideout, every organism capable of breath steered clear away. No one dared to cross paths with you, and you liked it best that way.

 It was nearing three in the morning, and with the epinephrine loosely running through your veins, you felt your body come down from its high. Every ache and pain reappeared, and had it not been for the smell of a dead man soiling himself, you would have likely passed out in Jungkook’s arms, savoring the warmth that you knew only his body could provide. In the distance, obscene orange lights signaled the entrance to the single dirt road underneath the highway, the only path from the inner city to the hideout. Parking the car in front of the gate, Yoongi left his place in the driver’s seat, pulling the small key from his pocket. This area outside of the city limits was generally closed off to the public as the trek through the mountains was dangerous, but this only gave your group the opportunity to hide away. Yoongi, like the genius that he was, replicated the key to the gate (not that it was particularly hard to do so) and with zero CCTVs in the vicinity, it was always easy to access.

 After opening the gate, Yoongi returned to his seat and drove down the dirt path, parking several meters away from the entrance before releasing an exasperated sigh realizing that he once again had to leave the comfort of the van. For someone who excelled at killing and was exceptionally smart, he had to be one of the laziest people you had ever met. On this mission in particular, his only job was to drive, but those were the days he seemed to complain the most. It was either he was the one killing or he whined about wanting to stay in the hideout and there was no in between with him. Ten seconds went by on your watch before he removed himself and finished locking the gate, but not before cursing a few times underneath his breath.

 The rest of the drive went by quickly, and underneath the moonlight, you felt the energy drain from your body, eyelids starting to droop. You desired the comfort of being back inside the hideout, to curl into to bed and sleep for several years, and although this line of work always meant you were ‘on call’, you three had made a pact to never leave without one another, and that every job you took on was a group effort regardless of the time of day and regardless of how little sleep each of you got. There have been missions back to back, missions that lasted several weeks where the most sleep you got at any point was fifteen minutes. But you all had each other, and that was all that was necessary to get the job done. The trifecta was your selling point.

 Pulling around the loop, Yoongi signaled for the garage to open, and after shifting the van into park, he leaped out of the door as if his own life depended on it. Without another word, he walked to his sleep quarters without so much as a goodbye.

 “Honestly, he can be such a prick, tell me why we work with him again.” Jungkook frowned, irritated by the elder’s childish demeanor.

“Because he’s good at what he does, and he’s smart as hell. But he takes the fact that we need him as a free pass to do whatever he wants. So long as he doesn’t jeopardize the job, then I don’t have a problem with his sour attitude… even though it is extremely aggravating.”

 Rubbing your temples, you tried to push the thoughts away, already feeling the oncoming of a headache.

 “Go lie down in my room. I have to take care of the body and the paperwork, but I promise I’ll be up there soon.” With a small peck on the lips, he grabbed the body from the van before heading toward the left wing- the morgue.

 Grabbing your duffle bag, you slumped up the stairs, the burden of the night weighing heavy on your shoulders. When you entered the hallway between the garage and the rest of the building, you immediately felt an uneasiness creep up your spine, and despite the bitter chill, a drop of sweat rolled down your backside. Even with the lights on, the fear ate away at your mind, and before you realized what you were doing, you were sprinting toward the bedchambers. Turning around the corner, you crashed into something soft before landing back on your ass. Your heart rate was already over 145 beats per minute, but with the impending doom in the pit of your stomach, you almost pulled out the dagger hidden in your boot, all until you heard his voice.

 “What are you running for?” Looking up, you locked eyes with Yoongi, who, despite being normally cold, stared at you with glistening eyes and furrowed brows.

 “Nothing.” You stated, brushing off the dirt from your pants. Without saying another word, you tried to slip past him, only for him to stop you as he laced his fingers around your wrist. Turning back, you blinked at him in confusion. Neither of you said anything for a moment, the air slowly turning awkward and uncomfortable. His eyes scanned your face and for a split second you saw longing behind his brown irises, but just as quickly as it came, it disappeared.

 “Nevermind.” He whispered underneath his breath, letting go of your arm and slipping back into his work quarters as if the whole interaction never happened. At times like this he was extremely hard to read, never one to voice his emotions or thoughts unless necessary, but as the dread began to resurface, you couldn’t concern yourself with him. Something about being in this place was making you uncomfortable, and this was your home, or more-so where you lived as you had never had a real home in your life. But even so, it felt as though you were on enemy territory, like your every move was being watched, and you hated it. You tried to push it off as being exhausted and slightly delusional, but every fiber in your being felt that something in the air was different. And your gut never lied.

 Walking ahead, you tried to suppress the rush of anxiety, but with each passing second, your legs became limp with fear. It had been years since you last felt like this, as if you were on the verge of death, trapped and helpless. Making it to the bedroom door, your hand shook above the doorknob, and even in the dim lighting, you noticed your skin turning pale. You hesitated for a moment, unable to steady your hand enough to open the door. Taking a few deep breaths, you did your best to focus, sending subliminal messages to your limbs to cease having a mind of their own. When nothing happened, you flexed your muscles and closed your eyes. Even through introspection, you could still feel your body trembling.

 An object brushed against your arm, and you nearly jumped out of your skin. Grabbing your chest, you tried to control your breathing, your heart on the verge of tachycardia. Looking beside you, you watched as Yoongi opened the door, a simple action that spoke more than a thousand words. The only problem was, you didn’t know exactly what he was trying to say. He didn’t even bother looking at you before picking up his pace and returning down the hallway from which he came. It took you several minutes to control your heart rate, but even when you could breathe normally, the sense of urgency was still at the forefront of your mind. Stepping inside, you slammed the bedroom door behind you, instantly stripping every piece of filthy clothing from your body. Grabbing one of Jungkook’s shirts from the floor, you slipped your head through the opening before forcing your arms into the sleeves. The oversized shirt gave you a sense of security that you desperately needed, the smell of fresh detergent filling your nose, a momentary distraction from the discomfort in the pit of your stomach. Aware that the night ahead was likely going to be a rough one, you curled underneath the covers, placing the pillow on top of your head until all you could hear was your own heartbeat. You started counting backwards from 100, one of the sure ways that would help you fall asleep as the task was so menial that just the thought of doing it made you yawn. Under the cloak of darkness, you shut your eyes, taking your time counting backwards, and as you inched closer and closer to zero, you could feel the tension leave your body, and your mind began to wander. In the distance, you could hear the sound of heavy footsteps, but before they could even reach the door, you were out like a lit candle left out in the wind.

The scent of freshly brewed coffee woke you from your slumber, the first sign that the morning had passed and it was well into midday. The first to wake was normally Jungkook, but with strong arms still wrapped around your figure, it meant Yoongi was the one making noise in the kitchen. It was a rare sight to see Yoongi out of his room before nightfall, especially so early in the day, but that thought only concerned you more. If he was awake, then he had a reason, and that reason was usually a negative one.

 Removing the arms from around your waist, you placed them back beside his body as quietly as possible as to not wake him up, but when he began to stir, you immediately froze. Assassins are trained with keen senses, especially while being dead asleep, and although you wouldn’t be able to leave from this bed without waking him up, you wanted to be respectful and wake him up as nicely as possible. He snuggled his head into your back, code asking for you not to leave him, as he was sleeping so comfortably with you in his arms. Turning around, you kissed him softly on the forehead, trailing kisses down his nose until you reached his plump lips. After receiving a satisfied moan, he signaled for your release.

 Pushing back the covers, your swung your feet over the bed. Even through your slippers, you could feel the freezing stone floor. You took a mental note to remind Jungkook to pick up a rug later, so that maybe the room wouldn’t be as cold as your dying heart. Slipping out of the bedroom, you minced through the hallway, following the scent of dark roast. Upon reaching the kitchen however, you were met with nothing except for a steaming cup on the counter. Looking around, you didn’t see Yoongi in sight, so you figured he must have made his coffee and then went back to work. And by work you meant sleep.

 Grabbing the mug, you leaned against the counter and stared out the window, a clear view of mere nothingness other than the mountain on the opposite side. Considering it was nearing fall, everything that surrounded the hideout was in the midst of changing colors, losing all their leaves until there was nothing left but bare branches. With the structure of the building designed into the hill itself, most of it was hidden underground albeit a few areas which needed at least some sunlight- including the kitchen. Bringing the steaming beverage to your lips, you felt the burn of the coffee as it went down and reached your stomach, the bitter taste welcoming on this fine afternoon. As you began to take another sip, the uneasy feeling you had from last night returned, and once again, you felt as though you were being watched. Before you could turn to check, slender arms wrapped around your hips, spinning you around until your lower back was pinned directly to the counter. Leaning in closely, his hot breath tickled your neck, making each hair stand on end. His grip on your waist, although light, felt forceful and dominant, a side of him you never saw. Tracing kisses from the bottom of your earlobe to your neck, your head filled with thoughts of lust, the smell of coffee now the furthest thing from your mind. The way he subtly nipped at your collarbone made your head spin, and as his tongue glided across the tender flesh, a weak moan fell from your lips. His fingers traced circles across your exposed skin, and the warmth of the blood coursing through your veins juxtaposed his icy touch. Heat began to pool in between your legs, and the moment his lips traveled their way to your own, it was as if a fire was ignited within you. Immediately, you wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. His motions were fluid and matched your own, and for once, your minds were perfectly in sync. However, this moment of bliss was ruined when a certain unhappy camper stumbled his way into the kitchen, separating the two of you without so much as a second glance.

 “What the hell is your problem this morning?” Yoongi cursed, venom lacing his voice.

 Jungkook didn’t bother to respond but simply continued to pour himself a cup of coffee, entirely ignoring the two other people standing in the kitchen beside him. He seemed indifferent, on the verge of killing someone, and he had only gotten out of bed a few minutes ago. Jungkook had a tendency to get jealous whenever he caught you in Yoongi’s arms, but it normally fueled his ego, turning him into a bigger show off than normal. So this change in attitude was alarming. He continued to act as if he is the only person in the room, and as soon as the brew was to his liking, he left the kitchen in the opposite direction likely heading back to his office to do research on the list of potential targets. Both you and Yoongi glanced at each other for a moment, all romantic feelings now buried in the sand. An awkwardness hung in the air, and just like the night prior, a familiar metallic taste encompassed your tongue. Looking at the man beside you, you noticed the way he shifted on his feet, a tell-tale sign that there was something on his mind. However, you didn’t bother asking as you knew he would never tell you the truth anyway.

 Looking down, you noticed that you were still wrapped in Jungkook’s shirt, and despite it being comfortable, an unfamiliar insecurity plagued your bones. You felt the need to cover up, as if your entire existence was being exposed in that one moment. Raising your head, you stared into Yoongi’s eyes, but instead of the loving gaze he normally shared with you, there was only darkness. He was cold and distant. There was something off about him, and it only brought the anxiety back. Basic instinct told you to run, but your mind only saw him as someone you love rather than a threat. With conflicted emotions, your body froze, now trapped in his intense gaze. He was the first to break eye contact, but when he did, you were filled with a mixture of guilt and fear. Before he had the chance to leave first, you nodded slightly before rushing out of the kitchen, quickening your steps until you were safely back into your own room. With it still being mid-afternoon, you had time before Jungkook called the next mission, so the dress code didn’t matter for the time being. Opening your drawers, you dragged out a pair of black skinny jeans and a sweatshirt. As you pulled the hoodie over your head, you couldn’t help but think about Jungkook’s behavior, slightly concerned. You needed to have a talk with him, and it would likely be sooner rather than later. After lacing up your boots, you walked out toward his room, and although you knew he was fully capable of taking care of himself, your heart still ached knowing that something might be wrong.

 Feelings. The only enemy which had been able to force you onto your knees.

 Sauntering up to the door, you listened carefully for any sounds, but when you heard none, you figured he was consumed in his tasks. Knocking on the door, you waited patiently, but when there was no answer, you knock again. Still nothing. Just as you were ready to walk away, the door opened, and on the other side you saw an exhausted and paranoid looking Jungkook.

 “Can I come in?” You asked as delicately as possible.

 Nodding his head, he fully opened the door, allowing you to come inside before gesturing you to take a seat on the black leather couch against the wall. There had been many times where Jungkook had become too engrossed his work, for so long that he had developed a tendency to fall asleep in his chair. This couch had become more of a bed than his real one, as the other was reserved for his special nights with you.

 As he sat beside you, he avoided eye contact, choosing to stare at the floor rather than your eyes.

 “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong or no?” The question caught his attention, and as he lifted his gaze, you saw something a lot darker behind his tired eyes.

 “I think Yoongi is up to something.” The accusation took you aback for a moment, and you immediately lost all ability to speak.

 Yoongi? The boy who was too lazy to get out of bed for food? The idea was ludicrous.

 “What makes you say something like that?” You chose your words carefully as to not show any type of favoritism, but in your heart, you strongly believed that Yoongi would never do anything to jeopardize the group. More than anyone, he viewed you and Jungkook as family considering he never had much of one to begin with, and he would never dare go behind your back, knowing full well of the consequences if he got caught.

 Jungkook rung his hands together before pushing his fingers through his hair.

 “Don’t you think he’s been acting shady lately? He never comes out of his room anymore. Not his bedroom, but his actual office. Since when did he work that hard? Normally, I wouldn’t be against it, but he has nothing to show for it. All those hours in there, he has added nothing to the investigations. The bastard has only been driving the van.” He thought wisely about his response, knowing full well of your love for the eldest. But even so, he couldn’t stop the distrust lacing his heavy allegations.

 Taking a moment to absorb his words, you thought back over the past few weeks during which your relationship with Yoongi had been rather odd. To you, his vibe changed drastically, no longer the quiet and careful assassin, but one that seemed filled with nothing but darkness and malicious intent. At first you thought you were going crazy, a result of overworking yourself, but with Jungkook having the same suspicions, you began to think maybe your gut was right.

 “Well…” You began, hesitating slightly. “I don’t think we should jump to conclusions just yet. The moment we suspect each other, this whole group will fall apart. But I will keep an eye out for anything suspi-” your sentence was interrupted by the sound of Jungkook’s alarm, the signal that it was time to head out.

 “A mission already? It’s midday Jungkook, we can’t go out right now.” Jungkook looked at you briefly before facing his computer once again.

“Sorry, love, but this is our only chance. He booked a plane ticket and is flying to Shanghai tonight, he’s probably trying to escape. We have no reign over there, so if he leaves, that’s money down the drain. Grab Yoongi, we’re heading out.”  Without another word, he grabbed his leather jacket from the chair before walking out the door. You followed his lead, and as he headed toward the left wing to the garage, you ran over to Yoongi’s office door. Not bothering to knock, you opened the door only for him to slam his laptop shut in surprise.

 “You scared me.” He said matter-of-factly, trying to hide the fact that he nearly shit his pants from you barging in.

 “Mission. Now.”, is all you say before closing the door behind you. Leaning against the cold wall, you tried to process his reaction, but no matter which way you think about it, there must have been something on the screen that he didn’t want anyone to see. And that only worried you more. Pulling yourself away, you ran back to your room for your black duffle bag before heading straight for the garage. Upon entering, you saw the van was already started with Jungkook waiting impatiently in the front seat.

 “Where the fuck is he? We have to go.” He asked, anger slowly rising.

 Shrugging your shoulders, you said nothing before opening the sliding door and scooting inside. It took all of three minutes for Yoongi to come outside, but when he noticed Jungkook in his designated spot, he shot a glare before giving up and climbing into the passenger’s seat.

 The car ride was dead quiet, the tension in the air even thicker than before. The only conversation that occurred was Jungkook briefing everyone on the mission at hand after passing out a sheet of paper.

 “The man we’re after today should be in his office right now. His flight should be leaving in approximately four hours. Take him out quickly and quietly. Since there is still daylight, we really have to be on our game this time. Y/N, you will be situated in the building across the way. Lucky for us, it’s currently under construction, and no one should be on the premises right now. Go to the 5th floor and enter the fourth door to your left. It’s the room directly across from his office. Yoongi… you just wait in the van, alright? I’ll be in position ready to grab the body.”

 No one said anything, silently acknowledging their roles. Although Yoongi would never voice it, he was beyond pissed that Jungkook had the audacity to keep him in the car, when killing during the day was his specialty. Jungkook needed him for this mission, but the prick was trying to keep him trapped so that he could collect all the glory.

 Parking the van in one of the alleyways, both you and Jungkook exit, trying to stay as casual as possible. Since it was still daytime, your outfit blended in perfectly with the crowd, and for that you were grateful. Crossing the street, you looked around for cops, but when all you saw was a bunch of self-assured, walking pieces of trash, you let out a breath of relief. With no one having you on their radar, you quickly hopped over the fence outside the building. Once inside, you found the stairwell, and despite much of the inside still in the process of being torn out, the general structure of the building was still left intact. Without a moment’s hesitation, you sprinted up the stairs, and by the third flight, you could feel your legs burning. Cardio was never your strongpoint, but thanks to your solid willpower, you would always find a way to keep going until you knew you could safely rest. The room itself wasn’t hard to find, and upon entering the room, you noticed that it was likely once used as an office. The room was dusty and the floor was littered with crumpled papers and broken pieces of wood, but when you saw a broken frame with a picture of a child in the corner, a smile spread across your face. You would be saving children’s lives, and that motivation was enough for you to accept that you would likely be dragged through hell alone after death, considering all of the killing you have done over your many years of existence. This man now added to the list. Based on the information given to you by Jungkook, the man in question should currently be sitting at his desk, eyes glued to his computer. According to the report given to you, this man was the founder of Titanium Industries, a well-known provider for medical implants, which he used as a cover-up for underground human trafficking that spanned several countries including Bangladesh and Sri Lanka. This man was a piece of shit, and you were about to do the world a favor by taking him out.

 Sitting beside the window, you set up the AIAWM on one of the worn-out side tables still left inside the room. Wiping the lens of the scope, you took a few deep breaths before chambering a fresh round. Sitting with your knee on the old wooden chair, you steady yourself, and looking through the scope, you aim the dot directly on his forehead.

 Within moments prior of pulling the trigger, you felt a sudden flutter in the pit of your stomach. Something wasn’t right.

 Closing the laptop, the man lifted his head to face the window. It wasn’t abnormal for the victim to move in the middle of taking a shot, but what you didn’t expect is for the man to be staring directly at you, faced singed with a devious grin.

 “How the hell does he know!” You cursed at yourself, both enraged and confused.

 Never in your career had you been caught or noticed, not once, twice, or even close for that matter, and despite having trained yourself for this situation, you suddenly became stiff, a nervousness you hadn’t felt for years. Thinking quickly on your feet was your forte, and with no other options left, you grabbed your phone and dial for backup.

 “Jungkook? He’s onto us, he saw me, we need to get to him now before it’s-”

 Your strained voice was interrupted by the crack of a gunshot. Taking another look through the scope, your eyes landed on the blood spattered window, the deep crimson marking the glass like a freshly painted piece of modern art. At the corner of the desk, you noticed the lifeless body of the man, strewn in an unworldly position from the blow to his head. Your heart was racing faster than normal, realizing that the man you had been after was taken away from you in a split second. There were two possibilities in a scenario like this: he had either shot himself or got shot. Both of those scenarios left you empty handed however, and although all you needed was the body to get your share of the pay, it hurt your pride to take back a body that you hadn’t rightfully marked.

 “Fuck. Jungkook, he’s dead. Go in there quickly and pick up the body, the police will likely be there in a few minutes.” Hanging up the phone, you placed it back inside your jean pocket. You hated this, you hated the fact that you weren’t the one to kill him, but it was code as an assassin that if you were not the one to shoot the target, then the body was not rightfully yours. When it came to competition between assassins, there were no rules, regulations, or time-outs as this world was a free-for-all, except for that one, unspoken, stupid fucking rule.

 Packing up all your things, you did your best to place things gently into their case, and despite the critical situation, you managed to pack your bag in record time, and without taking another glance back at the window, you rushed to the stairwell at the far end of the hall. Normally, you would have descended the stairs as quiet as a mouse, but due to the urgency of the situation and your lack of fucks given, you nearly jumped down each flight of stairs, just to get to the bottom as quickly as possible. Even as electricity shot through your bones with every rough landing, you continued to jump, determined to get out. Upon opening the back door, a gust of cold wind hit you like a ton of bricks, almost knocking you backwards. The vibration of your pocket caught your attention, and with nimble fingers, you pulled out your phone, ready to congratulate the boys on a job well done.

 “The body’s gone. It’s fucking gone. There’s no weapon either.” Taking a deep breath, you tried to stay calm, but with the situation only becoming more problematic, you found yourself losing control of your anger.

 “What the fuck do you mean it’s gone? Jungkook, I swear if this is a joke I’m going to kick your ass.” You threatened, your teeth nearly grinding into nothing but dust.

 “It’s not a joke. There’s nothing here.”

 Brushing your hand through your hair, you bit your tongue, not in the mood for an argument with him. As much as you would have liked to think it was his fault, you knew that it was entirely illogical. Although you needed someone to blame before you strangled every person that crossed your path.

 “Call Yoongi. We have to get out of here.” You tried to keep your composure, pacing back and forth trying to figure out what to do next. Without a body you sure as hell weren’t getting paid, but even worse, this mishap would likely ruin your reputation. The man was dead, that couldn’t be helped, but if word got out that you lost both the shot and the body, then who knew what hell might occur. You reigned top tier in this field and you were not about to lose everything you had worked so hard for.

 “I think… you should come here. Quickly.” That’s all you heard before the line went dead.

 Walking from the alleyway, you clutched your bag close to your chest. As you crossed the street, you tried to calm your beating heart, but by Jungkook’s voice, you could tell that something was seriously wrong. He had never asked you once to check out the scene, which only meant there was something waiting for you that you were in no way ready to see.

 Entering the building, you noticed several security guards unconscious on the floor. The building was extremely quiet, and despite the sound of a gunshot, the world seemed to continue as if the whole thing never happened. Instead of taking the elevator, you rushed up another five flight of stairs, but when you reached the fifth floor, you noticed Jungkook pacing back and forth outside the office door.

 “There you are! Take a look at this.” His voice was panicked and his eyes were nearly the size of dinner plates.

 Stepping aside, he made way for you to enter the room, and upon first glance, all you are faced with is the spattered blood on the window.

 “Jungkook, I don’t see-”

 You immediately stopped your sentence short, finally noticing the blood covered rose sitting delicately atop the mahogany desk.

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[arkham-prisoner]

Get to Know Me Uncomfortably Well

Nobody ever asks me these when I share them so I’ve decided to do them whenever I see them without being asked. I saw it reblogged by @winchestergospels and original poster unknown

1. What is you middle name? Joseph 2. How old are you? 21 3. What is your birthday? September 27, 1995 4. What is your zodiac sign? Libra 5. What is your favorite color?  Anything related to Purple 6. What's your lucky number? 4-8-15-16-23-42 (if you understand this I applaud you) 7. Do you have any pets? Not in a long time 8. Where are you from? New York 9. How tall are you? 6′3″  last time I checked  10. What shoe size are you? I usually wear size 12 11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? 3? 12. What was your last dream about? I don’t dream a lot so I have no idea 13. What talents do you have? Excessive knowledge of useless information mostly regarding movie trivia 14. Are you psychic in any way? No 15. Favorite song? Tough question I honestly don’t know music really isn’t that big in my life 16. Favorite movie?  Impossible question I love movies to much to choose only one....Star Wars....it’s the entire Star Wars franchise 17. Who would be your ideal partner? Honestly my goals are so low it’s sometimes embarrassing just tell me I’m pretty and eat pizza with me 18. Do you want children? Yes 19. Do you want a church wedding? I don’t care who or what performs the ceremony  20. Are you religious? No 21. Have you ever been to the hospital?  Overnight/Prolonged stay? No just for a few X-Rays, Blood Tests, etc. 22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? No 23. Have you ever met any celebrities? I have a binder filled with autographs and pictures of me with celebrities I’ve met. Far too many to list, from Mark Hamill and Carrie Fisher, to William Shatner to Adam West 24. Baths or showers? Showers 25. What color socks are you wearing? Classic White/Grey. I’m Boring 26. Have you ever been famous? Very vague. No? 27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? Probably not 28. What type of music do you like? Soundtracks: Movie/TV Show, Theater, Video Games  29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? Unfortunately no. I’m very comfortable with my body so I would do it almost anytime, anywhere, with anyone as long as no one gets hurt and we don’t get arrested  30. How many pillows do you sleep with? I NEED at least 2 31. What position do you usually sleep in? Various  32. How big is your house? Medium? 33. What do you typically have for breakfast? If I’m up that early, whatever I can find. I’m not usually picky like that 34. Have you ever fired a gun? No 35. Have you ever tried archery? Yes 36. Favorite clean word? What type of question is this? Do people really have a favorite word? 37. Favorite swear word? I’m stuck between choosing Fuck or Whore(Sarcastically) Fuck because you can use it in every part of speech. Whore because its fun to sarcastically call someone a Whore. Your friend makes a bad joke: “Boo Your Whore” 38. What's the longest you've ever gone without sleep? 20-24 Hours 39. Do you have any scars? One. I split my thumb open when peeling an apple 40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? HAHAHA!!!! Not that I know of. I’m very lonely if you can’t tell 41. Are you a good liar? I like to think so but I try not to make a habit of lying  42. Are you a good judge of character? I like to think so 43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? Yes but there is a difference between doing accents and being good at it 44. Do you have a strong accent? I don’t think so. I may live just outside of New York City but I’m not a “New Yorker” 45. What is your favorite accent? That’s tough maybe native Spanish speaker and Native German speakers 46. What is your personality type? Not something I’ve ever thought about idk 47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? Probably my leather U-Boat Jacket 48. Can you curl your tongue? Yes 49. Are you an innie or an outie? Innie 50. Left or right handed? Right Handed (I totally checked my hands for the L and backwards L) 51. Are you scared of spiders? I actually like Spiders (To my sister’s horror) 52. Favorite food? Can’t go wrong with Chicken 53. Favorite foreign food?  Cheap American Chinese Food 54. Are you a clean or messy person? Clean but if you saw my room you would probably disagree 55. Most used phrased? “What the fuck???” 56. Most used word? I have no idea 57. How long does it take for you to get ready? Usually quite quick. It depends on my mood how early it is, and what I’m getting ready for 58. Do you have much of an ego? We don’t think so 59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? I don’t feel safe around Lollipop Biters 60. Do you talk to yourself? More often than I feel comfortable with 61. Do you sing to yourself? Quite often 62. Are you a good singer? I haven’t caused ears to bleed yet so thats a good thing 63. Biggest Fear? Doing something that will hurt my relationship with someone 64. Are you a gossip? Do I Gossip??? No. I’m confused by the phrasing  65. Best dramatic movie you've seen? Schindler’s List. The term Cinematic Masterpiece is an insult  66. Do you like long or short hair? It depends, certain hairstyles don’t work for some people 67. Can you name all 50 states of America? If I wasn’t timed and I could write them down then probably 68. Favorite school subject? History 69. Extrovert or Introvert? Somewhere in the middle 70. Have you ever been scuba diving? No but I want to  71. What makes you nervous? The unknown. I know vague and dramatic but I don’t like not knowing something. I’m the person that will run to google 72. Are you scared of the dark? No I often enjoy the dark I find it peaceful  73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? Yes not always for the best 74. Are you ticklish? I don’t think so, it anywhere probably the bottom of my feet 75. Have you ever started a rumor? If I have, they didn’t make an impact on me to remember 76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? Depends on what you mean by “Position of Authoroty” 77. Have you ever drank underage? Yes. I think my First drink was 4th of July when I was 17 78. Have you ever done drugs? Very VERY VERY small experience with pot 79. Who was your first real crush? I have no idea, probably when I was little and didn’t know what having a crush was 80. How many piercings do you have? No piercings, just tattoos 81. Can you roll your Rs?" NO AND IT PISSES ME OFF!!! One of the few things i wish I could do 82. How fast can you type? Depends on my concentration, but my fingers type faster than my brain so there’s a lot of mistakes on my rough drafts  83. How fast can you run? I used to be able to run quite fast but I don usually run 84. What color is your hair? Dark Brown 85. What color is your eyes? Greenish 86. What are you allergic to? Thankfully I only have seasonal allergies  87. Do you keep a journal? Nope, never have 88. What do your parents do? Dad is a retired cop and Mom works in an office for a construction company 89. Do you like your age? Yes? Odd question 90. What makes you angry? Stupidity  91. Do you like your own name? I do but I hate it when people think it’s spelled Stephen/Stephan. “PH” IS PRONOUNCED F!!! 92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? John-Paul or David for a boy and Jessica for a girl 93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? Yes 94. What are you strengths? I like to think that I’m patient  95. What are your weaknesses? Let’s just say #94 isn’t always true. Also I will admit I often have a short fuse when it comes to my temper

96. How did you get your name? Sorry I’m gonna leave this one blank. I’m not sure if it’s right to talk about this one 97. Were your ancestors royalty? I don’t know a lot about my ancestry but I think my family descends from of of the larger ancestral Irish families:  O'Braion, now most commonly known as O’Brian (Not my last name though) Feel free to correct me if you know anything 98. Do you have any scars? Didn’t I already answer this? I split my thumb open pealing an apple 99. Color of your bedspread? Nothing matches. White Sheet and Mattress cover and an old Camouflage quilt 100. Color of your room? Formally Blue. Now it’s grey due to how long it’s been since it’s been painted

#sorry about the long post #feel free to answer them yourself #it's fun to do these #steven answers questions