Target Eliminated

***Guide: lines marked with "*" represent inner thoughts

-Jisung's POV-

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Unknown Sender: I would like someone to be removed from his duties. He will be at a night club on __(street address)__ tonight around 9:00. I need the job finished before midnight. The cost can be addressed after the job is done.

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The city was where he wanted to be, somewhere in the backstreets, perhaps. The address that he had been given was for a night club, where a prominent gang leader would be out partying for the night.

Jisung carefully chose his outfit, making himself look the part of a partygoer. If anything, he needed to at least convince people that he was old enough to drink, not that it was easy, especially with his looks. In fact, he spent the next three hours with Rejun, who helped him find something to wear. They had settled on a leather jacket with a plain black shirt and black pants. Afterward, he had bought a box of hair dye from the nearest store and bleached his hair. The dye would be used when the job was finished. He now looked older than he did, more like a young man in his early 20s.

Jisung fidgeted in the mirror.

*Okay. Well, not exactly 20...but close enough. Hopefully.

He was just an ordinary partygoer on the outside. Hidden within the lining of his jacket, however, was a small handgun. And he had forged an ID that stated he was over 21 years of age. His name was Kim Wonhyuk. At the door to the club, the security guard took only one look at his ID and let him into the club.

It was rowdy as he made his way to the bar, wrinkling his nose at the smell of alcohol, but he sat down at the counter nonetheless and watched the crowd as it grew and swelled around him like waves. The music reverberated in his chest, a deep bass that seemed to tick down the seconds until the target would arrive.

Jisung checked the time. The target was supposed to be arriving at any minute, now, and he automatically singled him out as the man walked into the night club with two other men trailing behind. The hitman's eyebrows rose in surprise before knitting back together into a careful expression. His practiced eyes, however, followed the two other men flanking the target. The client had not said that the target would be coming with some company, but he could tell that they were bodyguards. Bodyguards for what?

One of the men looked in his direction, scanning the bar. Jisung quickly turned to the right, glancing around subtly, not wanting to attract attention by staring for too long. If anything, he probably would stand out by making direct eye contact. For now, he would have to wait for a chance, hoping that the target would separate himself from his bodyguards at some point. It was bound to happen.

The moment came. The target separated himself from his men, perhaps to go to the bathroom, Jisung watched, now alert. His prayers were answered as the man began to walk towards the back of the room. Jisung let out a slow breath. It was time.

Jisung began to move, blending in with the dancing crowd around him, just in case. The men did not follow, nor did they notice him as he slipped into the bathroom behind the target.

He entered the bathroom, quietly locked the door, and went to the sink, where he washed his hands. The man finished his business and went to the sinks. Jisung glanced up in the bathroom mirror, their eyes meeting for a split second.

The target attempted to open the door that was now locked and realized something was wrong. And it all had to do with the young man who was standing behind him with a gun. Only, it was now too late to run.

Jisung saw the target's face draw into a sneer as the man whirled around to face him. The man drew his own gun, from where Jisung didn't know, but his swiftness caught the youth by surprise. A spray of terribly-aimed bullets haphazardly flew past him but Jisung didn't care. He pointed, aimed, and fired a single shot, not bothering to watch as the body slid to the floor. Outside the door, he could hear a couple of screams and shouts of alarm. Fists thumped against the door. He let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding and looked around for an alternative exit. With the target successfully eliminated, there was no reason to stick around. He had to get out of there, now. Mission accomplished.

It took him long enough to escape, climbing out of a narrow window that was above one of the bathroom stalls. Already, he could hear the door to the bathroom being forced open as he pulled his foot through the window. Jisung bolted away from the club, distancing himself from that wretched place. Already, he could feel the trickle of blood spreading through the fabric of his shirt where a single bullet from his target's gun had found its mark.

The clock went tick-tock. Jisung ran. Blood flowed. Pursuers chased, baying like dogs.

And all he could think about was staying alive for her.

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*For Y/N.

*Wait, why do I think of her? I don't even like her. Do I?