Jimins POV:
Curse my stupid curiosity and me!
Here I am, kneeling behind some dumpsters in a secluded alleyway with one hand covering my mouth and the other tightened around my fast beating heart. I'm terrified and for a moment I wonder how stupid I actually am.
I blame it all on the voice in my head that told me that going towards the noise was a good idea.
Honestly; fuck you curiosity!
The menacing voice continues to whisper in my ear and before I know it I find myself steading my breath before turning my head in their direction. I shift ever so slowly as to not make a sound so that I'm able to get a better view of them.
He's there and it frightens me even more to see that the grin on his face has turned wider. Another set of shivers run down my spine as I watch him take his mask off.
He is drop dead gorgeous.
The way his smile turns into a boxy grin and his eyes kinda disappear when he makes the gesture, makes my heart flutter. The cute little mole on the tip of his nose is adorable and only adds to his beautiful appearance. But, at the same time there's something mystical about him.
His face suddenly shifts, his eyes becoming more prominent and darker if possible and when his boxy smile turns to a straight line, I can see the evilness in him. He's suddenly so sinister and cold looking that I wonder why I thought he looked attractive in the first place.
He's not alone.
His buddy is shorter than him, but looks even more sadistic. His angel-blonde hair is styled sideways on top of his head, but with the bangs still covering his forehead and some of his dark brown eyes. His skin looks almost sickly pale, like a dead person and he lacks visible muscles compared to his friend.
He is wearing similar clothing to the silver haired man though. All black, facemask too, but it's pulled down and resting on his chin. To be honest, he ain't bad looking either, but for some reason I can't see the attraction anymore.
There is a third man too although by the looks of it, he isn't part of their little gang. The duo appears cold towards him and I can tell that he is nervous about something.
I shift again as my foot is falling asleep and steady myself before I try to listen in on their conversation.
"You got the cash?" the silver-haired man asks, scowling at the third guy who nods before he reluctantly puts his hand in his back-pocket. I almost gasp when he pulls out a big roll of money.
The pale man scoffs almost looking disappointed before turning around to pull out a suitcase from behind a dumpster.
"That's not gonna get you anything, are you trying to play us?" he accuses, having a firm hold on his suitcase. The third man immediately puts his hands up in a defending and surrendering manner. He shakes his head almost desperately and I swear I can see tears brim in the corner of his brown eyes.
He's scared, terrified actually and the way he backs away from the duo tells me that he doesn't really want to be there. "That's all he gave me, please," he pleads, reaching his hand out for the silver-haired man to grab his money. He does, quickly skimming through them before securing them in his pocket.
He turns to the man again, eyeing him up and down before another sinister grin makes its way onto his face. "That's not gonna help you..." he mocks, pulling his jacket back and when the gun becomes visible I choke a cry. My hand immediately goes up to cover my mouth and I duck back behind the dumpsters before they get a chance to spot me.
"Did you hear that?" the silver-haired mans voice is so dark it's causing my heart to beat faster. When I suddenly hear footsteps approaching, I choke down another cry, feeling the goosebumps glide over my sensitive body.
They stop and I find myself clutching my chest again so they won't hear my heart exploding.
"Probably just a rat, " the pale mans voice sounds bored as if nothing in this world fazes him. He sounds uninterested and his face has held no emotion what so ever so far.
I close my eyes, listening as the footsteps fade in the other direction and I count to 30 in my head just to make sure before I turn my body again.
The gun is out in the open now, gently resting in-between his fingers in a taunting way. The third man can't take his eyes off it and I don't judge him, I can barely take my eyes off it myself. It scares me to think that a tiny little device like that can have so much power over people.
The instant he wrapped his hand around the grip, his authority grew. He is the one in control now and even though his partner looks unfazed, I couldn't help but notice how he tightened the grip on his suitcase.
"See, the problem now is that we can't really let you leave empty handed..." he explains, admiring the gun in his hand. His other reaches down in his back pocket where he pulls out a tiny round pipe. He playfully screws in onto the tip of his gun and I gulp realising it's a silencer.
I've watched my fair share of mafia movies to know what the tiny little round object is and does.
"Please, I won't tell a living soul, I promise!" the tears have officially fallen from his glossy eyes as his hands come up higher now in a totally surrendering manner. He backs away further, thinking he might have a chance to turn around and run for it, but the pale man has already caught on.
He nods towards his friend just at the same time as the man takes his chance.
I want to close my eyes, but something in my head tells me to keep them open.
I'm a witness now and I have seen their faces so I will be able to give a statement to the police once I call them. It happens too fast for my liking. He has shot before, he's killed before and I can tell by his confidence in his aim that he feels no remorse doing it.
It clicks, but the loud bang that usually follows isn't there because of the silencer.
It's such a clean shot too.
He knows exactly where to aim and the little amount of blood spurts out from the bullet wound in his forehead. He drops to the ground with a surprisingly loud thud for his small figure. The death cramps kicks in before he suddenly falls limp and the unsettling feeling of guilt builds up inside me.
He was young; too young and fragile looking and he didn't deserve to die just like that. I should have done something, but I'm quite fragile looking myself, I wouldn't stand a chance. The only way I can help him now is to give him justice. Call the police and get these two assholes behind bars.
My train of thoughts fly out the window when I hear the silver haired man snicker. Another click follows and I realise he has put the safety back on before he secures the gun back in his belt. He walks over to the dead body as if he needs to double check that the young man is actually gone.
"A little more to the right would have done it," he snickers and I feel anger build up inside me. "I think you blinked V," the pale man mocks, earning a glare from his friend before he stands back up.
I huff, annoyed, but louder than I anticipated.
My blood literally freezes in my veins when I make eye contact with the guy called V.
The evil boxy grin is back on his face.
Tilting his head he watches me with fascination, making me curse under my breath. And why the hell isn't my body moving? My muscles have completely failed me and I'm stuck in his gaze. Like a deer caught in headlight. It doesn't make it any better when his pale friend turns and spots me as well. He frowns as if he needs to double check that I'm actually there before a grin plays out on his face too.
"Well, well, well, what have we here..." V muses, his eyes glistening with joy as his body moves very slowly towards me with mocking steps. It's almost comical because it looks like he's afraid to startle me.
I finally stand, overly happy about the fact that my muscles are finally responding but deeply terrified over the situation I find myself in.
My bag is clutched tighter with both my hands and my feet finally start moving backwards. I quickly turn my head, checking how far away my escape route is and dread flushes over me when I realise how far into the alleyway I actually walked.