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hi can I request a hitman! jungwon x reader where jungwon has a mission to deliver a car to some mafia or high profiled person, which is kinda off to his job of getting rid of people, but while driving he hears a bump sound inside the trunk of the luxurious car, inside the military aircraft he decided to open the cars trunk, and he saw a girl in a senior high school uniform, blindfolded and her mouth is taped, he saw a letter beside the girl

"deliver this car with the girl alive after landing to this location xxxxxx, get rid of anyone following you, only drive the car, dont take any flights to avoid the girl being tracked"

he removes the girls mouth and blindfold , to see ,its the daughter of someone in the politics (vice president) , he realize that the person behind this mission is gonna use her to make her father withdraw his position

y/n tries to escape from jungwon because she thought hes gonna kill her, but she failed to escape him obviously, she cried and want to go back home, she begs jungwon not to kill her

jungwon have to choose if hes going to do his job , to deliver the girl in 30 days from the other side of the country, so they might grow feelings with each others company, the idea is like the movie Hitman if 2007?

NOTE. this is my first request so im not really sure if this is good- i kept most of it in mind while writing but I'm not sure if it turned out okay since I was out of ideas😭

WORDCOUNT. 3.1k

PAIRING. hitman!jungwon x important!personality!female!reader

GENRE. angst, some fluff(?)

WARNINGS. none(?), lmk if I should add any

"deliver this car to the military base by 25th"

read the message as jungwon peered his eyes further to the brooding brightness from his cellphone. Its sole use to keep himself notified and contacted about his little ventures they paid him to act on.

Mainly these messages were sent from anonymous people from various locations demanded that a certain victim be killed, and some specified how they'd want that soul dead. Those very orders were to be carried out by his hands. Often, the details inscribed were a bit too excruciating even for someone who murdered for a living.

Yet he obeyed them, getting it down to the last detail.

Why? He was paid to do so, this was his life day in and out, the familiar scarlet that painted his surrounding, sometimes his own clothes as the person fiddled to get away from him. Though, some, surprisingly, accepted their fate as jungwon drew their blood and causing the vessel their soul occupied to go limp.

With all the lives he'd taken, he was sure he was never destined for happiness, let alone joy. It was the main reason he had maintained such distance from everyone around him, one slip up and he would get attached and then die causing them pain.

He didn't fear death at all, he awaited it.

He found it quite easy to relate to the victims who simply accepted their fate to eternal slumber and letting their soul wander the depths of afterlife. It seemed more appealing than living another second in this black and white world his with the repeated hint of crimson splashing over.

An unbreakable cycle, one might say; he would rise awake, check the cellphone, sigh and head out to complete his orders, receive the money and just let it lie in his account. He didn't even yearn for the monetary benefit; it was merely a bonus for him. Yes, he found himself guilty of taking so many lives, yet he couldn't break free from it.

Why'd he bothers even saving up the money if he had no connections to pass it on too when the day dawned upon him for death. Possibly because he held onto the belief that someone, no, rather, anyone, out there would be there for him.

It was quite foolish of him. He knew his deeds costed him his fulfillment of life and its vast experiences with joy. But he kept treading along the line, longing for someone to help him out of it.

Drawling in his thoughts, he ruffled his slightly wet jet hair, the sheets rustling as he hopped off the mattress with the cell in his pocket. He fitted a black and white checkered cardigan, a duffle bag hung over his shoulder, slamming the front door behind him.

Irritated, jungwon sighed, going from walking to the location to jogging to sprinting. He wasn't to scour the place for a Persian blue BMW in the far distance with such little information to go off.

He brings his palms to his face and muffles a gnarle of anger and turns out hastily, finding the car right before him. He quips his mouth shut and walks over the polished vehicle, the deep blues shining in his eyes as he finds himself mesmerized in its beauty.

He blinks rapidly, recovering from his trance over the metallic vehicle and began to inspect for keys. His hand running over the hold, his cell dings, and a message appears:

"it's near the window wipers"

Jungwon raises a brow, glancing left and right and tugging his cap further before lurching to the access of the car. Stifling, he made progress to the door rather slow and cautious, after all, he had eyes on him.

A previous notice would've been nice, but his job required him to do and be anything but nice. He hadn't been informed anyway and he'd already lent out his hand in a handshake to deliver this across to the military base in tip top condition.

Nothing could be done now.

Unlocking the car, he sat at the wheel, throwing his weightsome bag in the back. His hand taking interest in the leather touched steering wheel. He sank into the comfortable seat and sighed as his stomach grumbled, not that he took notice of it. The interior was a nice metallic grey finish, busy taking in the car he'd be driving around for a while.

Wouldn't it be nice to own a car like this. Maybe later, in the future. And there he was again, in his thoughts, red handed. He spoke about his future like he was expecting one, and he'd rather not have any expectations when it came to his life, karma was soon on it's very way and he would succumb to it without a squeak.

No savior nor angel would show up on the whim and grant him his so-called happiness, not that he thought he should deserve any, not after robbing all those people of their lives. Jungwon shook his head and switched on the car with a press of a button and levered on the pedal, his arm rolling round the wheel to steer. He pulled out the unnamed place and drove off.

A day passed as he sat delusional at the wheel, in the buzz of a stringent straight line of a path directing him. He would've drove the car into a wall several times and the only thing holding him from doing so was the money and that fact that the police would run a background check on him.

He'd rather lay low for his remaining time on earth than run around avoiding press and kin for making headlines.

Jungwon couldn't seem to catch a break, contrary to his recent thoughts as the familiar adrenaline kicked in at the sound of gunshots to the vehicle. An intrusion, calculated amidst plains of road with no onlookers.

He sighs, his foot quick to power further ahead and attempt to derail them, seeing as though he sat alone with no one to peek out the window and fire. And almost quizzical with timing, a diversion in roads appeared, the mapping device dictating a sharp right turn but the person trailing him said otherwise.

Jungwon forcefully took the right turn, watching the rear mirror for guidance whether to proceed with his next move. He maneuvered to the edge, the vehicle behind tailing the opposite edge while watching him.

The time presided, pressing the brakes, the tires screeching due to the friction as the car roared ahead in a fury while jungwon fumbled and managed a rather hasty u-turn. His body leaned to the door and a large thud emitted from the back of the car, raising his suspicion.

He'd successfully thrown off the car behind him a few meters yet what was in the back that caused a ruckus behind? He had to inspect it, and he would at that moment if he weren't caught in this rat race.

He zoomed ahead for longer, the tailing car still unable to gain enough traction to aim for jungwon and shoot him. He continued down a different path than the map, profuse curses leaving his mouth as he it'd take him longer to actually deliver the car with no damage to it.

Luck was on his side as he rampaged into a small metropolitan city, jungwon lit his infamous killer smile while making his way through an amass of turns. They seemed to have lost him in the city as jungwon drove untrailed.

He headed straight towards the shadiest looking establishment in the place. He was in dire need of a change of clothes and a setting to avoid those men again. They didn't look like the type to get fooled more than once.

The tires screech and come to a nasty stop as he pulled in the parking lot of what seemed to be a bar. Hitting the bar in the early hours of the afternoon under the scorching sun didn't seem fitting but it'd suffice as a distraction.

Jungwon grabbed and slung the duffle bag over his shoulder, unlocking the back of the car and to his grave surprise, lay a girl, awake and tear-struck in what he made out to be a school uniform, battered and tied up with a cloth around her mouth to muffle any sounds she made.

And that wasn't the most groundbreaking thing of all, beside her lay a note. He had a choice to make and he untied her urging her to stand up while grabbing the note and heading inside the building in a yank of her hand.

Whatever he was in store for was going to be interesting for sure.

—

He exited the restroom in a fresh pair of clothes, slugging over to the table he'd sat you down at. Part of him hoped you'd made your attempt at escaping so he'd have some weight lifted off his shoulders.

But no, you sat waiting obediently, staring at your hands in the pool of your skirt. He shook his head and walked over, placing the bag down and rummaging through it for a pair of sweats.

"here," he beckoned your attention at the enunciating of his words, his eyes falling flat against your hesitant ones as you seemed to muster up a few words. He shoved the cloth into your hands and directed you towards the restroom.

"i dont have time to waste," he threatened, pushing you in the door and shutting it rather harshly. You laid in the back of the car for over 2 days and you were absolutely scared for you life whether he would take your life at any moment.

You shuffled into the clothes he offered, making up your mind to take everything the boy did with caution. You couldn't help but wonder where the rescue team was.

Jungwon on the other hand busied himself with researching just who you were. A few searches revealed more information adding to his already existing burden. You left, tugging on the drawstrings of the blue hoodie he gave you.

A hand stayed at his temple as he found himself in a misery.

"are you... from the rescue team?"

He panned his head to you in a frenzy, his sharp glare cutting you into pieces, "no."

"who are you, then?" you quizzed, studying his fumed expression. He got to his feet, his quick steps in progress demanded you to follow him. "that doesn't matter at the moment, follow me."

and bang. echoed the sound of the door slammed open where two angered men stood, enraged. Jungwon peered around with wide eyes, clasping you wrist and cramming into the narrow hallway for the exit. The men after jungwon made considerable progress, inspecting those around.

He ordered you to keep calm and to continue moving towards the exit. A small distance way was the door, making both of practically lunge for it before a yelled broke through in the way. You panicked, heaving rather intense as jungwon trapped you to the wall, inching closer to you.

"stay still," he whispered in the cave of your ear, chills running down your spine as the proximity of his face to yours began collapsing and the men ran by, in search of the very boy.

"he was in a black pullover!" shouted the man behind the two, not suspecting either, your head turning in their direction, making it rather obvious that you staring at the situation in front of you.

A finger to your chin met your gaze with jungwon's as he redirected your head from those men to him. The same finger reaching your lips slowly and shushing you. He gawked into the abyss of his brooding eyes, admiring all the hidden warmth behind them.

For those who stood watching the two, it seemed as though the boy and captured your lips in a lock, dancing with his own, expressing his feelings. Quite the opposite ran along the lines of fake and real, jungwon's minty breath fanning your face as he looked down at you, analyzing each feature of youre, down to your fear-ridden orbs.

"he's not here, he must've abandoned the car here to throw us off!" exclaimed another from the other side of the booming club. The men scurried off as jungwon wrapped his arm around your waist to avoid suspicion, "we'll talk later, don't say anything," he mumbled loud enough for you to hear.

—

Halting at a gas station way off course the trail, jungwon massaged his temples as you seemed to wander off in the convenience store. He filled up on gas, and left to check up you, still hoping you ran away.

But no. You were right there, stood in-between an isle full of instant snacks and what not, staring intensely at the row, pondering with your pick already clasped in your hand.

He sighed, trudging over to you while you noticed his presence and uttered, "i didnt know what you'd want—" and he hastily grabbed the first one in sight. Striding to the counter, paying and to the vehicle, seemingly examining if there was any noticeable damage to it.

"get in," he ordered, making you walk to the back of the car and grasp the handle, causing a hiss from jungwon. "i meant in front, yn"

"you know who i am?" you inquired in a panic, retracting your hand from its previous position.

"get in, i'll talk then,"

You obliged with little to no choice, clicking the seatbelt to your side and practically flinging your head to the side, only to find his eyes already locked on you. Clearing your throat, you muster to ask, "are you going to kill me?"

Jungwon chuckles, his lips pulling into a small smirk, "depends," he states, leaving your to your frantic thoughts again, "there are others that want you dead more, though." he completes, your eyes blinking at a turtles pace, attempting to keep you grounded.

"who wants me dead?" you pry, your eyes devoid of fear, catching his notice. He expected a look of fear and you returned nothing than a blank space.

"your father," he replied, nonchalantly, not taking a second to even think about your feelings upon hearing that.

"stop lying" you say, denying his claims. Jungwon throws his head back, "fine, then why don't you try ringing up your dad and asking him about your rescue team?" he said, offering his cell.

You hesitant gaze confirms his suspicion and he closes his palm, tucking the phone in his pocket. No one had come to resuce you in over the days of your kidnapping, and you held onto to the string of hope that they would and had to come save you.

Yet, here you were, in this unknown mans car, having the harsh truth slapped right to your face. You purse your lips, racking you brain from explanations.

"stop trying to find an excuse and eat,"

—

Jungwon was exhausted, he drove throughout the night to make up for the lost time. In the middle of his journey he contacted a friend to figure out who commissioned him to drop this car to the base, and unfaithfully his hunch was more than spot-on.

You dozed off quite a while ago with no words exchanged, occupied in your thoughts, watching as the trees waned and waxed upon entering and exiting small towns in the outskirts.

"we're almost there," he whispers to himself, glancing at your angelic figure and back at the narrow belt of road, taking a small detour, having arranged a place to station you at.

He thought about what to do with you long and hard, replaying the look of your feared eyes in the back of his head. It was different, and it made him feel human emotions, like he hadn't threatened your living before.

He parked a good distance away from the vicinity, knowing well that the car had a tracker. He shook you awake from your peaceful slumber, the back of your hand swiping the drowsiness from your orbs.

You exited, staggering and swaying before gaining stability over your body, following the figure by his broad back, often bumping into him. You stopped walking after seemingly 45 minutes at a rundown building, "stay here till i return,"

He pointed to the door, shuffling around for the eyes beneath the torn mat before the door. You take a good look around you and at the door. "alright."

And like that you accepted your fate.

"you can escape if you like, i'll check if youre still there in a day or so,"

Jungwon gave you look and handed you half of his belongings and left, giving a small head pat and walking away so fast like he was embarrassed.

Frankly, jungwon had no idea what he was going to do. And he wasn't sure if thats a good a or bad thing considering he pulled up to the gates of the military base with you, who came with the car.

It baffled him that he would possibly get hurt because of someone else than himself for the first time in his life, and he didn't know what compelled him to save you either.

He drove into the base, exhaling as he parked the car and unbuckled the seat belt and tensed his muscles before loosening them to assume the worst, a fight of some sort.

He exited the vehicle, taking a few glances around and it was surprisingly empty, unlike his train of thoughts. Was a sniper on standby? Would he be killed the moment they realized you weren't there.

"leave."

Bewildered, jungwon stared at the text, voicing his confusion, "what..."

"leave, your work here is done."

And so jungwon left the base with no mode of transport to get him home, stranded in the middle of ghost town with you a good distance from him. He was forced to the walk the way, with no text from the commissioner, thinking over all the possibilities that could've took place.

Before one theory of his began to make too much sense, sending him in a frenzy. The thought of you being dead at his hands sent a shock down his spine, his feet taking off in a flight.

He traced the familiar tracks around the abandoned house, a sign that he was closer to you. Banging on the front door, he gasped for air, hoping you were still there, alive.

Weight lifted off his shoulders as you peered throught the peep hole, observing the stranger who'd mysteriously helped you at the front door. You unlocked the door and were engulfed in an embrace, leaving you wide eyed.

He peeled himself off you as fast as he did embrace you, "i'm not a hugger," he stated sheepishly, the slight red tint on his cheeks giving it away. You laugh, pulling him into a hug, feeling him tense at the contact.

His cell buzzed, reaching for it. A text from the commisioner.

"the girl's gone, but knowing you, you probably killed her. thanks."

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