Jongin held his breath as he lined up the gun-sight with the head of his target, a rather gross middle-aged man always hired him to take people out who were standing in the way of his twisted desire to be rich and powerful. Surrounded by beautiful women in his hot tub, Jongin cringed at how the man was talking to them, speaking so loud that he could be heard from the rooftop. It was vulgar… disgusting.
He had decided to stop hiring Jongin, deciding to go for a cheaper but low quality service instead of paying the fee of 10,000 dollars per hit. He scoffed. He had always killed his targets within a week, but it took more than a month for the other service. Having to wait for a month or two just to have to pay less… especially with all of the money that he had thanks to help from the best hitman in Seoul.
The second mistake… leaving a bad review on his page. It was anonymous, but Jongin recognized the way he spoke, as if he was high and mighty. He thought he was above everybody else, when really the only thing he was good at was hiring people to do his dirty work for him, and then he had the nerve to make sure that Jongin would go out of business. It wouldn’t work though. This sweaty, hairy mountain wasn’t his only customer, and even though the review lost him lots of money, he was still pulling in more than 50,000 per week.
“What a fucking pig.” Jongin whispered into his ear piece, speaking to Baekhyun who was sitting at a desk in a building only a few blocks from his current location. Baekhyun was his right hand man, the one that had been there with Jongin from the very beginning. They met in high school, and with Baekhyun’s skills and his combined, they had a decent way to make money with theft and murder without getting caught by the police.
“Yeah. Nobody is going to miss him.” Was the reply that he got from the smaller boy as he pulled up his face mask and put the hood of his jacket up. He took the gun off of safety and checked once more to see if it was lined up enough to hit the man, and only the man. He wasn’t going to kill someone that he wasn’t hired to, so the women wouldn’t be harmed.
Time seemed to go in slow motion from the moment Jongin had shouted “hey!” to get their attention. The man looked around before finally seeing the man there to kill him perched on the roof. He knew immediately who it was, and the look on his face as he realized what was happening was priceless. He didn’t even have the time to scream before he was shot right between the eyes.
The women screeched and scrambled out of the water, which was now turning a lovely shade of red. Jongin saluted them before putting his gun back on safety and throwing it over his shoulder. He could still hear the screaming from below as he stood up and ran to the other side of the building, where he slid down a pole into the alley, to where his motorcycle was parked, and got on it to ride away and make a quick escape.
He was laughing the entire time. One less piece of trash to worry about. Jongin was a little sad though, because that was one of his best clients only a few months ago, but he shrugged it off and pulled out his earpiece, stuffing it in his pocket before speeding out of the alley and onto the busy streets of Seoul. It wasn’t long before the police passed him on the road, going the opposite direction, towards the man’s house, followed by an ambulance.
This was just another day for Jongin, who spent much his time trying to find new, sick ways to amuse himself. He had to admit, seeing the man’s whores scatter was satisfying for him.
As a hitman found on the deep web, Jongin made significant money killing people all throughout the city, and sometimes even taking trips to kill people in other cities, or even countries-- for more money, of course.
