In my nature

The world has always been composed of two types of people, the lucky and the unlucky, the rich and the poor, the weak and the powerful. There is never an in between you are either one or the other.

Because the world labels people.

The world has always been a cruel place, making someone fight for their life when they wish to not live it yet choking someone when they wish to live. All in all, it's all the same.

Gods cruel way of punishing the labelled.

Yet being made into this world everyone has one thing in common. Skin, bones and blood.

Blood that oozes slowly down someone's skin, being exposed to the cold atmosphere for too long that it hardens. The satisfaction of watching that blood clot around an open wound knowing that sooner or later you will feel that pain.

What if one was to be stripped of pain when the world decided that's all it would give. A never ending journey of torture being filled by one simple strip.

What if one was to become so numbed to the pain that it turns into a type of pleasure. A warmth they would seek. One would be a masochist.

And that's exactly what she was.

~

Jimin analyzed the girl that sorted out the handguns on the living room table, the way she carefully picked it up tilted it then scoffed in disgust before throwing it away. The cycle was all the same, it was like she was trying to connect to her weapon like a pea does to a pod.

' Jimin Hyung.'

Said boy turned his attention to the younger boy, his teeth poking out slightly from behind his lip as he smiled. His hair was unkept and sprouted in a variety of angles, it was a wonder how he still looked 'attractive?'.

'  We have less than an hour before we have our mission, Namjoon wanted me to tell you the plan.'

' If we only have an hour what are you doing go get dressed or something.'

' But he wanted me to tell you what's happening.'

The younger boy pouted at Jimin as the girl, who had sat down next to him, sighed heavily. For Jimin there was no reason to listen to the explanation, he had one job and one job only, be the distraction no matter what it takes.

MJ on the other hand had overheard parts of Namjoons plan whilst she was arranging her weapon collection; and managed to put together the overall outcome. She mentally gave props to the leader for being smarter than her intel told her, though to her he was nothing more than an idiot.

' Get lost Jeon.'

Jungkook, startled by her coldness, obliged by her words making his way to his room at the far end of the house.

' You didn't have to be so cold to him.'

Jimin merely responded surprised at his sudden burst in confidence. Since her arrival something has been nagging at the back of his mind, something that couldn't quiet come to light but it unnerved him to no end.

MJ didn't respond as she followed the path Jungkook had taken to his room, shrugging her shoulders dismissively.

' You should go prepare for the mission fuckboy before you end up dying.'

Her fingers cocked the gun as she flicked on the safety of the Deagle causing the young boy to swallow harshly at her actions as she secured the weapon in the waist band.

Jimin stood up abruptly from the sofa, scurrying swiftly to the door. MJ watched in amusement as the boy stumbled down the hall, yelping as he tripped over something and landing with a thud.

~

The limousine pulled up to a small nightclub just of the centre of Seoul, the blaring music able to be heard from what seemed like countries away.

The first to step of was Jin drafting a hand through his gelled hair as the wind swept through the thin material of his suit.

The rest trailed after him, all seven boys dressed in the same attire. A black suit and swept back hair.

The bouncer at the front of the club almost automatically noticed their presence as they stepped out the vehicle, sending a weak smile their way and removing the velvet rope for them to breeze past.

Of course the bouncers actions caused an uproar from the extensive queue that wound around the building, but the noise soon absorbed itself to the techno music of the club.

Instantly the seven of them split up as Jimin found himself heading to the bar. He didn't want to be on the mission, after all he had no real job, he just sat and drank most of his worries away hoping his presence will attract their prey.

The night continued like any other for the other six mêmbers as they found themselves in position whilst locating their target that had yet to show up. Eight PM soon turned to ten PM and their target had yet to be sighted until a certain uproar in the center of the dance floor.

The crowd seemed to part like Moses did water as a middle aged man grabbed a girl by her waist pulling her closely to his body. They seemed to move in sync as the music sounded throughout the hall, each step and twirl seemed so coordinated.

Chants and cheers chorused through the crowd, peaking Jimin's slightly tipsy figure who slowly manovoured his way through the crowd.

There he stood, their target for the night, dancing with a young girl who couldn't even be his age. She wore a skin tight black dress, hugging her figure but not to revealing and her hair swung with each move. If one didn't know any better they would assume the two dancing were a couple.

From the distance he was at and the blinding lights Jimin swore he saw the girl scanning through the crowd almost as though she was looking for someone. And when her baby blue eyes met his own he swore he saw a faint of a smirk that rested on her lips as reflected shards fell upon him.

In the heat of the moment his mind didn't process the event occurring and passed it off as the alcohol finally reaching his system. The green lights flickered off the falling material and the music silence abruptly.

Screams echoed through the dance hall as unsuspecting civilians became victim to the falling glass from the roof.

Everything seemed to become a panic as people ran from one end to the other like headless chickens, pushing and shoving to get through the exit.

Then the lights flickered off.

The room was tossed into an episode of hell where girls screamed pushing their way through the crowd and out the door,boys were equally as panicked as they huddled in groups.

' What's happening?'

' I don't know I've been kicked from the system.'

' Well get back in and do your job!'

' Does anyone have insight on the target?'

Jimin tapped his earpiece, squeezing it into his ear as he tried to listen to the comms.

' Last seen on the dance floor with an unidentified woman.'

' V get the video footage up and find who that girl was!'

' I'm trying RM.'

Then a single gunshot that drenched everything into an eerie silence.