Hitman's Desire (J.JK) [Slow Updates]

Chapter 1

Y/N POV

Waking up to incessant beeping, I reached for the phone and typed in my code, silencing the alarm and squinting my eyes due to the brightness of my phone, I read the mission given to me by my unknown employer. I groaned, forcing myself to get out of bed.

Waking up from your real life nightmares was never a good way to start your morning with. Ever since that day, I became nothing but a forgotten memory.

My teammates leaving me behind was a stab in the back, I understood that if they didn't take off any second all of us would've died. But still it hurts that they basically abandoned me there to die.

Seconds before the bomb went off, by some miracle, I jumped through the roof of the next building, and hid behind some metal tubes, making sure I didn't get seriously injured from the impact of the explosion.

The force of the impact was still pretty strong and metal tubes were definitely not enough to shield me, I remember something hard knocking me out, and next thing I know, I wake up to debris all over the place and some locals trying to look for survivors. They tended to my wounds without asking any questions, and I was extremely grateful. If it weren't for them, I might as well have been buried six feet under the ground.

When I regained my strength, I went off the radar, and well here I am. A first-class hitman or hitwoman? I don't really care what they call me.

To ensure my safety so no one gets suspicious I'm undercover as a florist, I absolutely adore flowers, but back at my agency we couldn't even have a single flower to decorate our rooms, because, Rule #1 no attachments or was it rule #3?? I honestly lost track of rules we had back in that hell hole

But it's been 4 years since the incident, and my reputation for being an assassin has been going up, the agency hasn't been able to track me down yet, they did train me, so I certainly learned from the best. And became even better, many organizations were trying to hire me, but I declined each and every one of them. Becoming a lone wolf had its advantages.

I reread the text I got from earlier

HAN-SUL

LOCATION: HONGDAE CLUB AREA

TIME: 8:00 PM

I know this man, he's a typical wall street wolf. Probably got on the wrong side, and made an enemy. Well, he certainly barked up the wrong tree. Pun intended.

It was still early in the morning and my regular customers are going to arrive any minute now. Making my way to the bathroom, I splashed cold water on my face and brushed my teeth. I took off my nightwear and wore a simple white sundress, leaving my hair open, I headed downstairs to my shop.

My house is a simple three-story building, not too small, and not too big, being an assassin pays, So I can easily afford this house. The first two floors of the house is my house and the bottom is my flower shop. Overall, from the outside, you'd think I'm just a normal 22 year old living life, well minus the killing part

Squatting down, I unlocked the metal divider from it's keyhole, I pulled it up from the handle attached to it, the noise of the metal clanking filling the early morning as the divider went up.

I placed the baskets of fresh flowers that was delivered yesterday outside, and started placing bouquets on the other side. Satisfied with the setup, I went inside the store.

I took my leather apron from the rack and tied it around my waist I proceeded on watering the hydrangeas, sunflowers, orchids, and many more flowers that filled the entire store.

I was in the middle of spraying the orchids with water when the bell jingled indicating that a customer came, I turned around, seeing the old man that entered, bringing a smile to my face