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Yoongi could feel his heart stopping cold, the blood rushing from his face.
This couldn’t be right, not him. Anyone else, but not him.
He was met with a dimpled smile, one that made him want to both melt, and throw up.
“Hyung?! What are you doing here? It’s been so long...”
Realization that he wouldn’t be able to complete his mission. He was a failure, but he couldn’t do it.
Min Yoongi could not assassinate Kim Namjoon.
Yoongi was a killer.
Blood on his hands had never affected him in the slightest. Most called him cold hearted for it, almost as if he had no emotions. He at least didn’t show any.
It was the best way to be, in Yoongi’s opinion. He needed the money, and murder was simply a job to him. Nothing more, nothing less. It was easy.
He had come across the dark web when he was just 15 years old. No one ever suspected a kid, which is how he had gotten away with it then.
At his current age of 25, he had made millions. Though, he never showed off his money.
He lived simply, yet comfortably. Had a day job and all.
Yoongi lived like anyone else, just, with a secret under his belt.
It was late November, the first snowfall of the coming season clinging to Yoongi’s hair as he walked through the city.
With an address in his pocket and a clear mind, he walked through the back alleys of Seoul, until he stood before a hidden bar. He double checked the address, before knocking twice.
Clear instructions had been given. It was an underground meeting, everyone in that room needed to be dead by 2am.
His watch read 1:29am, he noted, though his attention was quickly pulled from his wrist as the door opened.
“Can I help you?”
The voice was too familiar, and Yoongi almost collapsed once he looked up.
Kim Namjoon. The only friend Yoongi had throughout school, then college.
A person he had lost, and had deeply regretted losing ever since.
Namjoon must have said something. He’s staring at Yoongi expectantly, but the elders ears are ringing. His breathing is ragged. He can’t do this.
Without looking back, Yoongi runs. There’s nothing more he can do.
Two days had passed. Yoongi hasn’t moved from his bed, had simply written an apology to his client and left it at that.
The fact that someone wants Namjoon dead lingers in his mind, nevertheless.
He can’t let Namjoon die.
Finally, Yoongi moves from his bed, getting dressed into his warmest clothes, and stepping out of his house.
He hopes more than anything that Namjoon still works at that one shitty hotel Yoongi always complained about.
It takes Yoongi 20 minutes, but he gets to the hotel eventually.
Snowflakes cling to his eyelashes, and his nose is tinted a soft pink.
He was never good with the cold..
“Uh, excuse me…” he begins, speaking to the receptionist as he fights off a shiver. “Does Kim Namjoon still work here..?”
Relief floods him when he gets a nod, the receptionist picking up the phone briefly, then looking back at Yoongi.
“He’s on his way down now.”
It’s nerve wracking, knowing this time that he’s about to see Namjoon again.
Love was a strong word, but Yoongi harboured so many intense feelings for the other, feelings that Namjoon could never find out about.
Distancing himself was the only thing Yoongi thought would work, yet, it didn’t.
As soon as Namjoon rounded the corner, all of those feelings flooded back, making Yoongi almost dizzy.
Now was not the time for that, though.
The taller looks surprised, which is more than expected.
“Hyung? Can I help you with something..?” he questioned, eyebrows furrowing in confusion, and it made Yoongi want to melt, despite the cold surrounding them.
“Namjoon-ah. You’re in danger. We need to- no. You. You need to run, far away. Someone wants you dead.”
Yoongi felt almost skeptical how quickly Namjoon’s face went from confusion, to realisation, and then fear.
“How do you… know..?”
The elder shook his head.
“We all have our secrets. Now, you need to g-”
The sound of glass shattering around them cut Yoongi off.
Before he can even think, he grabs Namjoon’s wrist, and runs.
Adrenaline almost had Yoongi forgetting where they were.
The pair had found an empty hotel room on the fifth floor, quickly entering and locking the door. There was no chance the assassin could find them amongst the hundreds of other customers.
“Why are they targeting you, Joonie?”
Yoongi only realises his use of the old nickname once it’s too late. Namjoon either doesn’t notice, or is too distracted to care.
“We all have secrets,” he repeats almost mockingly, making Yoongi huff.
“I’m a hitman. Hired to kill you, in fact. That’s how I know. Now, explain.”
Namjoon sits in shock for a moment, everything finally starting to make sense.
As much sense as it can in the current situation, at least.
“You didn’t kill me…”
Yoongi wants to laugh. Cry. Something, he’s not quite sure.
“I didn’t kill you, Namjoon. I wouldn’t kill you. They will though, you need to run.”
A nod.
“Yeah, we need to run. Come on.”
This time it’s Namjoon grabbing Yoongi’s hand, they sneak out of the hotel room and wind through corridors. Yoongi is lost, but Namjoon seems to know exactly where they are going.
The word ‘we’ echoes through Yoongi’s mind. He likes it, probably more than he should.
Eventually the pair escape out a back entrance, Namjoon quickly unlocking his car and urging Yoongi to get in.
They drive in silence, no destination in mind. They just drive.
“It’s funny, actually. I’m a hitman too. I don’t kill, but I do the behind the scenes work. They are trying to kill me, because I’m trying to kill them.”
Yoongi stares at Namjoon as if he’s speaking another language, then simply starts laughing.
“And all this time, I thought you’d hate me if you found out. What a waste,” Yoongi muses, staring out the window.
A smile crosses Namjoon’s face. “I could never hate you, hyung. Not then, and certainly not now.”
The pair keep driving until it’s dark. Perhaps they are running away together to start a new life, or maybe they will decide to go back in the morning. Yoongi’s not sure, but he knows that there’s nowhere he’d rather be, than there with Namjoon.
Once again, the world feels right.