Kill me softly - Minsung

Chapter 4

Minho sat on the small table and shook his foot furiously. Frantically he closed and opened his left hand. Technically he knew that his nervousness was irrational but that didn't change anything. He was wearing a black face mask and a black cap, the only thing visible were his eyes which darted around the room the whole time. He told himself to calm down as he took a few deep breaths.
It was, by far, not his first time having a meeting like that but it was probably his most important one. You're going to do all of it. He needed to kill someone. Minho knew, that it ultimately always ended in the death of the people they were investigating, but he had never done it himself. He fought lots of people, chased them down and tortured them but he never was the one who killed them.
He was nervous and kind of had a little breakdown yesterday, as taking someone's life wasn't an easy thing to do. Minho learned to block out any feelings shortly after he was recruited by Jung-ho and his business but sometimes, everything came up. That was part of the reason why he went to that club yesterday, he needed to feel like everyone else for a short amount of time. Making out with strangers was just one of the ways to do so. It was even better when the strangers were handsome and good to kiss.
A woman in a heavy blue jacket who had her light grey hair tied up in a high ponytail came in ordered a black coffee and eventually sat down right in front of him.
"L.K.?", she asked for his fake ID. Nobody used their real names, it would be way too dangerous.
"Vir aicha.", Minho was informed about whom he would meet and of course it had to be her.
"Wonderful day."
"Quite cloudy."
"Hm.", with that she took out a brownish folder which contained all the information about Minho's mission.
"They gave you quite little information. It's your last one, isn't it?", she had still had her hand on one end of the folder. Minho grabbed the other end.
"None of your business.", he tugged it but she gripped tighter.
"Lucky little bastard. But you're gonna have it easy, he's the druck from a rich guy who got his money through dirty ways, he probably knows about his faith.", she smiled a dirty smile. Minho's expressions didn't move an inch.
"Aren't you supposed to not look into these folders?", her smile got even dirtier.
"How boring.", she let go of the folder and stood up, leaving the coffee untouched.
Minho quickly stored the folder away. The druck of someone was the person who meant so much to them that they would rather spill their secrets or give away money before something happened to them. And Minho's mission was to kill one of them.