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"Is that a croissant?"
For starters, if Jisoo wasn’t just a bit immature for celebrating late enough for Dalgom’s birthday celebration (the night before an important conference may I add) she wouldn’t really feel the bareness in her stomach right now and preying over Chaeyoung’s morning pastry.
“Why, you want one?” she wooed Jisoo, obviously teasing as she sways the favored, half-eaten pastry across the older’s face. Chaeyoung snorts out a laugh, making her colleague stare at her unamused. Nonetheless, she stuffed the remains of it in her mouth as Jisoo watched, achingly.
If it wouldn’t be the cheeky blond, she would’ve obviously snap for making fun of someone senior. But, alas, it’s her dumb of ass sapphic of a friend that really has the audacity to put the cherry on top on her (already) rough morning.
“I wonder what’s the sudden meeting about, do have an idea?” She huffs as her limbs works double-time passing Chaeyoung, giving her a reasonable amount of distance to prevent seeing her eating breakfast.
“From what I could eavesdrop on, a sextrafficking politician has been murdered in Vienna” Chaeyoung catched up simply, taking advantage of her lengthy legs compared to Jisoo’s gnomic ones.
Jisoo rarely gets late.
But now, as they briskly walk to the assembly room, she hopes this will be the last time she’ll be tardy because all she wants to prevent is to disturb an on-going meeting.
Unfortunately, she just jinxed it.
“Everyone’s in there with Kyungsoo” Both of them momentarily peek through the small glass window of the huge set of double doors.
“Shit”
Moments before she could face embarrassment, she shakes up all her nerves as she prepares to face the board members. She could faintly hear Chaeyoung’s ‘good luck!’ as she heaves the door open. And there she was, noticing the noise inside the room was put on halt due to her disturbance.
“And you must be?”
The board members have all their eyes on her, either curious or irked. The tense atmosphere is starting feel more palpable as she rackles her brain for a curt answer, but she couldn’t just think of anything at that moment but that stupid croissant.
‘Damn it Jisoo, say something!’
“I am so sorry, but she’s one of ours” Finally , a familiar face emerged from the background as he spared me from this predicament. Jisoo didn’t waste any second further as she scurries to the vacant seat next to Namjoon.
“You owe me. Big time” he whispers after pushing his seat to make space for her chair.
Everyone shifts their attention again to the meeting at hand, acting as if nothing happened. But Kyungsoo spares her a glance, looking unimpressed. Jisoo swears she could just feel him seething to where she’s seated.
“What did I miss?”
“Turns out, people are still murderous bastards on the weekend” Namjoon deadpans. Her lips quirked, glad there’s still one person in this building that could match her sarcasm.
“He was not a popular man, but he had an unfortunately high-profile...”
Jisoo just noticed the new voice that piqued her curiosity, “Who is she?” Jisoo nudged Namjoon, “You ask a lot questions today, aren’t you?” As much as they think their conversation was subtle, Kyungsoo cleared his throat and shushes both of them.
“MI6. People call her Lisa”
Namjoon still replied, ignoring Kyungsoo’s visible irritation as he side-eyes them.
“...the assassin managed to to slice his femoral artery with a blade that either him or his girlfriend noticing. Hyojong was bleeding for about a minute before he collapsed”
Lisa ended with a sigh, sounding tired and bored out of her mind. Probably done this kinds of assembly a lot to the point it doesn’t entertain or surprise her anymore. But somehow this information sparked interest in Jisoo. She can’t quite point a finger on it yet.
“Cool.” She must’ve said it out loud since everyone’s attention is on her...again.
It baffles her that this was probably the nth time she’s getting people’s attention (and probably the only time that is not related on how young she looks) subsequently because of her outlandish disposition.
“Excuse me, what?” Lisa snaps her perfectly arched brow at Jisoo’s sudden statement, “Cool?” she eyed her dubiously, making Jisoo physically feel herself shrink under her stare.
Namjoon was about to interject for the second time today (she wouldn’t be too surprised if he’ll demote her from being his personal assistant after this whole exchange) but this time, she beats him up to it.
“Was there any witnesses?” Jisoo asserts, earning a rather surprised look from Namjoon.
Kyungsoo was about to cut her off, maybe give her a warning that she is talking to someone in the superior office.
“Just her girlfriend. But she fled the scene immediately” Lisa replied in sum, but she’s still not letting go of her judging demeanor towards Jisoo. In a different view, she rather looks like she’s challenging her. Taunting her.
Jisoo thinks, trying formulate a reasonable answer to impress Lisa. Because at this point, her job is on the line if she does mess up.
“Kim Hyojong was a misogynist and a sex trafficker. He may not have considered a passing woman a threat. So I’m assuming our assassin is a woman”
She stopped briefly, examining the latter if she elicit any kind of violent reaction.
“She must have been able to get close” Jisoo concluded, hoping this analysis could be enough to help the investigation.
Lisa eyes her again. And it was silent. The air around them was stiff, like everyone’s holding their breaths to wait for Lisa’s response.
“Interesting”
Jisoo exhaled, she didn’t notice just how tight her posture is just now. ‘See? That wasn’t so bad afterall’ Jisoo thinks as she ease up, slacks in her seat.
Yet, Lisa didn’t stop there.
“Hyojong’s girlfriend, Hyuna, is quite traumatized after what happened. Interpol tracked her in Austria and dropped her off at Busan this morning. She needs protection” Lisa earned a few nods from the other members, “Surround her with people will you” she spoke with closure.
Just like that, Lisa finally stood up. The rest of the members did too, exchanging honorifics at her here and there.
“Thank you for your time” she could hear Namjoon say as he give her a courteous nod.
As people trickle out, Jisoo didn’t expect for Lisa to be so tall. Making her realise how small she is (just when she thought Chaeyoung is already the tallest woman she met) because from the way Lisa passes in front of her feels like she’s momentarily in a shade.
She takes in Lisa’s features as quick as possible as she walks out the door.
‘For someone who owns a doll face, she’s pretty intimidating’
Just then, Lisa barks orders at Kyungsoo before she can properly exit the room. Kyungsoo, of course, followed, but still wearing his signature unbothered look.
Namjoon and Jisoo watched him gingerly follow the MI6 agent and closes the door behind him as he exits. When it was just finally the two of them, Namjoon took the opportunity to slap Jisoo’s arms playfully.
“Damn you! What was that all about?”
Jisoo laughs for the first time today, she gathers her stuff quickly and replied, “It’s all part of my charm” throwing her signature smirk along with it as she hurries to the door.
“Wait for me! You do remember I am your boss?”
“I haven’t eaten my breakfast yet!”
“Explains a lot then!”
-
Jennie sits herself in her dressing table and looks at her reflection, examining her face. Tilting her head in certain angles to see all parts of her countenance. She hums. She caress her skin and examines more.
“There,” letting out a sigh and smiles.
“Perfect.”
She fishes a compact powder in her designer pouch, applied a great amount across her cheeks to accomplish a pale look. In her final appearance, she definitely looks ridiculous with the excessive powder to her face. But Jennie’s more than satisfied.
Across the room, she scatters the pills to the clear table. Framing a kill was one of her favorite hobbies in her job, yet, she didn’t expect doing it to herself could be way more fun.
To finish her planned tabloid, she grabs a half-full vodka and slouches to her sofa: trying out different poses of death. When the front door of her apartment rustles, she got into her position then sprawled her limbs in different directions and tried to make it seem like she commited suicide.
“Jennie?” Yoongi absentmindedly dropped his keys somewhere in the apartment as he followed the random, eerie French song across the hall. Slowly, he idly approached the living room and examined the scenario in front of him.
He suppressed his laughter, sounded like a cackle. Jennie playing dead was definitely an eye-candy. Yoongi decided to go along with it and approached her slightly, “I can still see you breathing” he stares to see any reaction will provoke from her still features.
None.
A couple beats later, Jennie screamed, making Yoongi flinch, “ Ha! I still got you!” Jennie lets out a sarcastic ha-ha laugh. Yoongi just shakes his head at her childish shenanigans.
“You play too much” joining her in the sofa and invading Jennie’s precious, private space. As expected, Jennie moved away.
“So,” he started, handing her a towel to wipe off the pale make-up in her face, “How was Vienna?” using his so-called professional, Russian accent. Jennie couldn’t help but snicker.
“Good”
She got up from the sofa, preventing any physical contact from the her other cat-like colleague, “Quick...but I’m tired,” she exaggerated a sigh and portuded her lower lip. Yoongi rolled his eyes.
“So dramatic” he then pulls a wad of crisp cash, this made Jennie’s eyes perk.
“Ooh, is that for me?” Jennie sing-songs. Doing a little dance as she wiggles her shoulders, turning a full 180-degree from her emotive alibi just a moment ago.
“A bonus”
“Is it because they find me sensational?”
She loves to get high-praise, the feeling of pedestal under her feet gives her the buzz almost similar when she pulls a trigger. Yoongi release a sigh and nods his head, “Yeah. As usual”
Jennie snatched the money from his grip and fan it across her face, “But they need you to do another job,” he continues.
Jennie just looks at him, unsurprised, ‘Called it’ she thought.
“When?”
“Tomorrow”
“Who?”
“Here”
Like a drill, he pulls another item from his jacket. A postcard. He handed it to her and placed a hand in one of her shoulders.
“Everything you need to know is in there” Yoongi was about to walk away and leave the apartment, “Would you come with me?” Jennie quipped even if she already knows the answer.
“ No ”
With the sound of the door closing, he’s free again to do whatever he wants and leaves Jennie all alone. With a defeated sigh, finally looks at the mundane postcard. Pictures of scenery of the next location of her new target. Behind there was a code.
R008H77102986
She knew the procedure by heart: type the code, know the target, do the job, get more money.
Opening the browser in her laptop, she enters the set of symbols briskly. With one quick look-up, she already knows what to do. She examines the features of the male displayed on her screen and devise escape plans in every possible scenario (although in most cases, she almost never uses them)
"Easy-peasy," Jennie chugs the vodka she grabbed earlier.
Before she goes to bed that night, she gathers all the tools she need to take down the said target. But even before she gets to that gory stuff, she has to pick an attire for the kill. Personally, that is the most important step of them all.
Because even before she knows the art of cleaning blood in her own hands, she needs to be in style.
“See you tomorrow, Kim Namjoon.”
-
The next day didn’t exactly meant it was easier. Lucky thing Jisoo’s older sister, Soojoo, was already home yesterday evening to wake her up early today.
“You just missed Dalgom’s birthday!”
“I know! Flight’s been extra hectic this week. Don't worry, I will make it up to him”
“Promise?”
“Promise”
Soojoo always wanted to become a pilot. Unluckily, her astigmatism didn’t allow her to do so. For all that, she still somehow gotten what she wanted and successfully turned out as a flight stewardess. You can tell that having a strong endeavor runs in the family (but unfortunately Jisoo is all about female assassins)
“Will you be coming home late tonight?” Soojoo asks, pouring a hot-boiled kettle into two separate mugs.
“Not really, but I’m sure I need to be damn early” Jisoo didn’t even let her sister offer her morning coffee. She kissed Soojoo’s cheek, grabbed her stuff and off she goes. But before she could bid her farewell, she did leave a short message for Soojoo:
“Dalgom has dog shit on his bed by the way!” Jisoo giggles and dashed off even before she could hear her sister retort.
With a smile on her face, Jisoo was looking forward on what this day will bring. Little did she know, she just tipped the first domino of the chain.
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