in which the daughter of an illegal detective tattoos one of the sons of a mob boss, and lives to regret it.
started: may 1, 2021
ended: __.__.____
[kim narae stand alone]
[park jimin x oc]
[kim narae stand alone]
[oc x park jimin ]
[bangtan fan fic...
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KIM NARAE whistled quietly, fingers grazing her waist where her gun laid in her custom holster.
"Shut the fuck up," Her ex-best friend and precinct hacker Cha Eunwoo growled into her earpiece, "How are you supposed to kill those fuckers if you keep running your mouth?"
Narae clenched her teeth, swallowing all the threats she wanted to enforce on Eunwoo. She brought her earpiece down down down, all the way to her gun.
She cocked it; and pulled the trigger without another thought. Eunwoo was startled into silence, and the black-locked hair girl rolled her eyes, pulling her comm back up into her ear.
"Shut the fuck up," Narae's voice dripped with venom, "Must I remind you where your place is in this prefecture? You're here to serve. Now shut up and let me do my work as I wish to."
She dropped the earpiece on the ground, and continue walking down the dark hallway, smiling when she heard the satisfying crunch of the electric grid breaking under her boot.
The 19 year old slid against the wall, rechecking her wrist where her instructions for her mission laid.
'Load Park Precinct files into USB.'
'Find and capture the head of Park Precinct. Kill if necessary.'
'Kill anyone that gets in your way.'
"Thank you, father," Narae muttered, "For the wonderful instructions. Love them, really."
A sudden crashing sounded behind her, and Narae turned around quickly, swinging her gun up, only to land on a... boys head.
"What on earth are you doing here?" Narae asked, stepping back and lowering her weapon hesitantly, "What's your name?"
The boy had to have been 16 or 17 at least, and he stared up at the girl with big doe eyes.
"I don't know what my name is," His voice was soft, "And I don't know where I am. I just woke up here."
Narae looked at her wrist, before glancing back at the boy, emitting a hiss, "Fine. Fine, just... follow me, kid," She pointed to the abandoned warehouse, much of it falling apart in the cloak of darkness, "Make me a promise."
"What is it?" And Narae noticed a steady stream of blood trailing down from his head. Her heart panged, and she ripped off some fabric from her shirt to hold it against his bleeding head.
