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"One piece, Jimin, promise me you will come back in one piece."
It's been bothering him. Taehyung felt something inside him change. His gut was telling him something was wrong for the past week. He can't help but feel like a part of him is aching. He pulls on the collar of Jimin's shirt, staring into his eyes for a sign- that what he's feeling is just a stomach virus or that same nervous feeling you get from watching a horror movie. what if I'm in the horror movie?
"Jimin- please don't go- something doesn't feel right inside me." He's anxious. "I'm scared."
"Baby... are you sick?" Jimin slowly pressed his hand against Taehyung's forehead. Taehyung nods.
"This... I'm sick of this..." Taehyung's breath shudders. "Every now and then, you disappear for small periods of time, to who knows where, and sometimes you come back tired. Sometimes you come back... hurt." Taehyung whispers. "This time it feels like... you won't come back at all..."
Jimin stares at him, pitifully. He knows he's being selfish. If he never had gotten attached to Taehyung, his partner wouldn't be feeling sorrow right now. He can't just quit. Once you're in, you're in. If you leave, you don't do it alive. So if he were to die on a mission, he'd rather it be that way. If he suddenly dropped out of the organization, they'd hunt him down, kill him AND Taehyung. He has to be honest, he's feeling pretty dreadful about this mission as much as Taehyung is. He feels guilty, stressing Taehyung out like this. What would become of Tae if something were to happen to him? Taehyung is a capable adult, but they themselves know they rely on each other more than they could admit. If he were to die, would Taehyung wait in their hotel room for days? weeks? months? He knows Taehyung would wait forever for him- and he hates that. He wants to tell him, don't wait for me but he wants Taehyung all to himself. In life, and in death. Taehyung is he guilty pleasure.
"Taehyung, I love you. You're the only reward I'm worried about after and during my missions.." Jimin sighs.
"Missions? What do you mean-?" Taehyung furrows his brows and holds on to Jimin's shoulders, panic slowly rising in him.
"I can't- I've already said too much. Not to be cliche but I can't tell you for your own safety. Please. Please I can't keep secrets from you, so please, Taehyung, I'm begging you, don't ask me again. I might break." Jimin pulls Taehyung into him, mumbling into his shirt. "I love you so much."
"I love you Jimin." Taehyung kisses his head. "No matter what I'll never leave you."
So he leaves. Taehyung stares at the door, crying to himself, ten minutes after he's already left. "Please don't take him from me. I can't do it."
Jimin clutches his arm, blood seeping out quickly. He grits his teeth, he knows he's surrounded the sounds of multiple guns cocking from multiple entrances. He kicks himself into a corner, gun in his limp arm, ready to- he's lying to himself. He's never been so unsure in his whole career. Men whispering behind all the closed doors. He's just waiting to be killed. Several men crash into the dimly lit room. A man takes center, standing before him. "Drop the gun, Park." Jimin weakly lets go of the gun and throws his head back. it's over, his miserable days as a monster is over.
"Finally." Jimin croaks.
"Excuse me?" The man asks in disbelief.
"This horrid game of avoiding fate is over- this is all I've ever wanted." Jimin laughs. His adrenaline is starting to kick in ten times stronger than a few moments ago. "I just wish I never had met him or this would be so much easier- I promised him- I n-never make promises-"
"Pathetic. The bullshit everyone says about you being a tough shot to shoot, yet here you are spewing shit I can't even wrap my head around." The man lowers his gun and kicks Jimin in his side. "You fucking pathetic little runt!" Jimin curls into his side, wincing in pain.
"Please. Every man gets a will- let.. let me tell you m-mine.." Jimin crawls to the mans feet. "Give me a few moments of mercy before it's time."
The man chuckles. "After crawling after YOU all these years the dream of seeing you kiss my fucking feet is accomplished. Tell me, little dog, what the fucking hell could you possibly want?" He mockingly crouches down and pets Jimin's head. "C'mon boy, tell me." He seethes.
"My boyfriend-" Jimin gasps, from the pain in his arm and the ache in his heart. "I need a bunch of paper- a pencil- please I'm running out of time-"
"Hush, mutt." The man takes his foot and grinds it over Jimin's open wounds. Jimin screams and grabs the mans ankle. "No- No! It- It hurts! STop! Argh! Ple-" The man kicks him in the face, rolling him harshly back into the corner. "I said hush." He stares at Jimin with an expressionless face. "Get me a camera, some paper, and a pen." He orders two men behind him. They return quickly with said requested items. The man hands Jimin a pen and several sheets of paper. "Five minutes."
"My name, is Park Jimin.
I'm a criminal. A murderer. A monster. I'm the country known killer, who goes by Park. I've completed my mission as an assassin for the past 4 years. I've killed businessmen, ceo's, other criminals- innocent people. All for the sake of money. I needed the cash at first. It was a hard job to complete, and would often recite bible quotes in hopes that all my victims and their families could be at ease. I know that lines from a book won't protect me from the evil I've done. This is an apology for my crimes.
I'm running out of time.
Kim Taehyung. I'm sorry I broke your promise, I'm sorry you had to find out this way, I'm sorry that I was selfish and kept you to myself even when I knew things would turn out this way at some point. I wanted to grow old with you. I wanted to adopt kids with you. Raise Tannie with you. I wish I could hold you one more time, kiss you again. Maybe we should have run away together- but I didn't want to risk the association come after us- you importantly. When you read this letter, or if the police bring it to you, check the left drawer in the bathroom. I was hoping to save it for a special day... but..
Please. Don't hate me. I didn;t want to take this so far, where you'd get hurt- but I couldn't just 'quit' this type of job. They would have killed us. I rather it be me than you in every lifetime. I love you. forgive me for what i've hidden from you, forgive me for dragging you in this. I guess in the end i couldn't keep every secret from you. Please don't forget me- it's selfish but stay mine forever. even after life I'll follow you to the ends of the earth. I love you Kim Taehyung.
signed, Park Jimin."
"Such a heartfelt letter from a monster." The man snatches the papers and sneers. Jimin nods. The camera had been set up long ago he hadn't even noticed. he stares at it and inhales. "I love you, baby." He bites his lip as a sob dares to escape. Tears trickle down his cheeks and drip into his lap. The man lifts his gun and holds it towards Jimin.
"You've had a good run, Park." The man says, sounding kinder than Jimin expected.
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Taehyung opens the left drawer inside the bathroom- his mind blank and on auto pilot. A small velvet purple box said lonely inside. "Jimin..." His heart wrenches. his shaking hand retrieves it and opens it. It was a wedding ring. The detectives that were examining his hotel room stood by the door- silenced by shock. Taehyung collapses to the floor, screaming so unbearably loud, scaring the unwanted visitors. He grabs his head and screams like a tempered child. Screaming and sobbing uncontrollably.
Not everyone gets a happy ending.
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"This way, Mr.Kim", a director points him into the room he'll be interviewed in. He nods, walking inside and takes a seat on the chair. A man walks in and smiles at Taehyung. "Ready to begin?"
My life is finished. "Ready." Taehyung whispers, twisting the ring on his finger, the ring Jimin left behind for him. "Let's make this quick. I have.. plans to attend to."