[Super]Hot À† Minsung 02 ; Just Business .ᐟˎˊ˗

Seo Changbin. August 11th, 1999. 25 years. Jisung would argue his name was famous in the nation at the moment.

A fresh intern with a medical undergraduate degree and enrolled in a pharmaceutical program to earn his certification, he worked at a major pharmaceutical company based within their shining city. And upon realizing what he thought were twisted conditions; Experimenting on subjects despite the known hazards and risks inside of their developing drugs, the unethical methods of sweeping trial deaths under the rug with legal powers, and the inhumane conditions they would keep subjects in while under trial testing, he believed the company was rotten from the inside out. So, with a USB file filled with their most classified data, he fled the comapny and reported their felonies to the media who in turn broadcasted the news nationwide. A whistleblower.

Now, that company, Athanasia Laboratories, (Who, had definitely developed a few of the painkillers Jisung used when his muscles ached after a job, and he had nearly thrown up after reading the reports he had leaked to the media), had ordered a hit to be done on Seo Changbin. Before he could contact any lawyers further to conduct a lawsuit or expose more of the information on the USB file than he already had released to the media. For a price, he was wanted dead, and Jisung’s boss (That fucker Seungmin) was the first to jump at the order, in turn hiring Jisung’s services to finish the job.

He himself was grateful for what Changbin did.

But a job was a job. If Seungmin placed a file in front of him, he would finish it. Regardless of, how many times Seungmin called him a piece of shit (PO3, his call name originated from that. Piece Of Shit, because the S and 3 looks similar on a calculator. POS. PO3), he knew that he could refuse the job and his boss would pass the order onto someone else. Still. Seungmin usually brought orders to him before he brought them to anyone else. A job is a job. Money was money. Transactions and nothing more.

It’s nothing personal. Just business.

He set his guitar case down onto the muddy ground as he situated himself into the underbrush. The dark of the night concealing his pitched black clothes. The bandana he pulled up to cover the bottom half of his face, the cap that concealed the rest of him from being seen, the earmuffs already muting out the world around him as he rapidly assembled his rifle. Out of habit, the movements fast and consistent. Scope tightened down, magazine inserted, bipod extended to dig into the soft surface of the ground, check. He settled his stomach onto the ground, wide base and flat feet against the ground as he grabbed his opposite bicep to support the stock. Then pulled the bolt back, a chk chk resonating in his ears as the 0.50 caliber round chambered itself. Prepared to be fired as soon as his finger pulled back on the trigger it mindlessly hovered over.

Softly, he intook a deep breath. Closing his eyes down.

Before releasing the breath.

Opening his eyes, to stare down the sighting of the scope.

300 meters. On the other side of the glass and eyepiece, the house Changbin had been hiding out within since his escape. The address that Seungmin provided him along with the file. How he managed to find the building was anyone’s guess, but Jisung wouldn’t complain if his job was easier and he didn’t have to track down the man himself. Wasn’t difficult to find either. Only a short ride on his old motorcycle tracking quietly through the roads nearby. The area was well concealed from being found; Hiding in plain sight he would assume, a normal house for a family of four to five within the farther edge of suburbs of the city, from the ledge he laid on behind the house, shrouded by the surrounding foliage of hiking trails that lead around behind the neighborhood, he could see every room. Every light turned on. Every oblivious movement. 

And, he could see the man that matched the photos and profiling he was given sitting on the comfortable couch in the living room, the blinds of the sliding glass door leading out to the excuse of a backyard pulled back to expose him as he typed at a computer on the coffee table. Hunched over the screen glowing in front of him. A serious expression tightening his features as his fingers pounded away at the backlid keyboard. The gentle glow from the running TV illuminating him where the dimly lit room didn’t touch him with light. For someone meant to be in hiding, he certainly wasn’t the most careful with keeping his windows covered. What was he doing on the laptop, anyway? Maybe Jisung could get a better angle and peek at his work later.

In this home? This seems a bit… It’ll be obvious no matter what I do. This thing is too high of a caliber to not leave a mess at this distance. As soon as I fire, the sound will draw attention from the nearby neighbors. I’ll have to fire through the glass too, my shot may be off.

His finger lingered over the heavy weight of the trigger. Gloved pad of his fingertip rubbing mindlessly against the unforgiving cold of the metal. The small beaded charm he attached to his stock digging the rounded edges into his shoulder. The frigid dirt of the ground he laid across seeping through the layers of his closed riding jacket and the hoodie he wore underneath. The crisped night air of September was still humid enough to keep him from freezing, but miserable enough to sweat buckets underneath his protective layers. Both to hide himself from any spying eyes, and to shield himself from the weather for what long hours he may be stuck in the same position.

The trees along the hiking train rustled behind him. The knocking of wind disrupting brush branches echoing against one another in the faint breeze.

What should I do? If this needs to be covered up easily, I have to be silent enough to not cause alarm. Maybe I could clog the gas lines… Tarp the inside…? That could look like suicide. But getting close like that isn’t my style and I would need him unresponsive. This might take more time and planning than I initially thought.

Then again, Seungmin had told him not to worry about the details and simply complete the job in the fastest manner possible. Maybe the contractor was planning on a media coverup once the news went public regardless. This particular company did have egregious amounts of ties to media outlets and journalists paid off on their side; It wouldn’t be wrong to assume the reason Changbin has been outed so quickly was because of the outlets being in cahoots with the company; It wouldn’t be completely unreasonable to think there would be a cover-up of what happened to Seo Changbin once news of his death began to spread online. It would too. The internet was strangely knowledgeable about what happened in the world, and rumors about what really happened to the whistleblower would pop up.

Behind him, the brush stopped rustling from the breeze.

Seungmin gave the hit to me and not someone else, knowing that I’m a marksman. Maybe it doesn’t matter too much the way it’s done.

With that final thought, Jisung readjusted the grip he kept on his bicep, shifting his hands up, reaffirming the wide base of his flat feet against the ground to stabilize the barrel. Angling the sights in minute margins to fix the crosshairs onto Seo Changbin’s head. Then shifting again; Accounting for the distance the bullet would travel, the time, the slight breeze and the drop of the cartridge, the glass would surely deflect the bullet from it’s trajectory, he needed to factor that calculation in too. In a manner of seconds, estimating where the pinpoint of the crosshair needed to aim to successfully reach his target. Through the sights, where he watched Changbin pause from his typing and furrow his eyebrows together.

Jisung emptied his lungs, waiting for the downbeat of his heart to calm,

His finger began to pull back on the heavy weight of the trigger.

Snap!

A branch broke behind him.

He flipped the rifle’s safety on, and whipped over his shoulder.

To see the blade of a tactical knife plunging toward him.

With hardly a second Jisung grabbed his rifle and rolled out of the trajectory in time for the blade to sink into the dirt he was laying on.

The person ripped the blade out of the ground, before turning to attempt stabbing him again.

What the hell?!

In his hands, Jisung flipped the rifle around to grab the barrel and swung the stock into their wrist like a baseball bat.

When they grunted a pained note, the knife in their hand dropping as they staggered backward, he pressed himself off the ground. Clutching harder onto the rifle as he slammed the stock again into their head. When they choked under their breath, collapsing onto their knees, Jisung spun the heavy rifle to hold it properly and took off to another part of the hiking trail.

Mental note: Ask Seungmin to get him a smaller pistol or taser in the case he’s in a close-range situation again.

Farther down the way, he found another tree to hide beside. Flipping the safety back on, Jisung slammed to a stop, knealing down to stabilize the weapon against his shoulder. Tensing up as he aimed again at the glass doors and prepared to pull the trigger.

Only to find Changbin gone. His laptop off the coffeetable. He quickly moved the sights to find the man. Spotting him in a farther corner of the house, rushing to pack the electronic haphazardly into a backpack as a panic paled his features. Throwing a smaller something into the compartment alongside the laptop before he was messily zipping the backpack up and slinging it over his shoulder. Sprinting from the front door of the house without bothering to close or lock it after him.

Where is he going?!

Jisung flipped his safety back on, and stood up from his knees to persue Seo Changbin. If he gets away it’ll be too hard to find him again…!

Only to be shoved back down, a weight that hurled into his waist as it knocked him off balance onto the ground and his hands lost their grip on the rifle. A sharp gasp that left his lips almost inhaling the dirt they kicked up on the ground.

His head reeling from the shock of impact as the stranger, his face hidden behind a black mask but eyes like a feline’s that stared at him through the dark of the night, clambering on top on his body as they moved to hold his hand down. But their voice was clear as a crystal glass when they snapped, “Who the hell are you?!”

The one who’s actually supposed to be here doing this, dickhead!

Jisung bundled his free hand up into a fist. Immediately slugging into the front of the strange man’s neck as they lost their breath and their grip on him. He pressed himself out from underneath him, propping up onto his palms as he sat up and shoved a kick into his chest.

The strange man grunted in pain, but grabbed his ankle. Quickly dragging him back across the ground before standing up and leaving Jisung on the trail. Sprinting off as his eyes trained on something on the roadsides.

Jisung quickly flipped off his back, scrambling to grab his rifle from the ground and prop it against his shoulder to flip the safety off. Extending the bipod back out, he aimed the heavy weapon at the stranger’s back. At this range, with his caliber, it would leave one hell of a mess to clean, but that’s why Seungmin was around. By this point his earmuffs and his cap were long knocked off, but he couldn’t have given more of a shit. Watching him running through the scope as he lined the shot up and hovered his finger over the trigger. Prepared to pull it back.

Something banged.

Metal that crunched under the squealing of tires against asphalt.

His attention snapped off the running stranger, lifting his head up to see onto the roads adjacent to them.

A car wreck…? Two cars that had wrecked against one another; One he had recognized to be Changbin’s old maroon Chevrolet blasting an alarm loudly as it’s headlights flickered with their last breath, the other an unknown car of silver paint that was relatively unharmed from ramming into the side of his car. Where Changbin barely managed shoved the passanger side door open and sunk from where he laid the seat onto the asphalt of the road below. Staggering back to standup onto his feet with wobbly hands, the backpack kept strapped tightly to his back as he leaned against the wrecked car for support. Hobbling on a limp and bloodied leg away from the carnage. Limping with every step he took desperately to escape.

For a second, Jisung would’ve thought that he simply wrecked by accident in his attempt to escape.

But as Changbin staggered, falling against the asphalt as his injured leg gave out beneath him, a pair of masked men hurried from that silver car. They ran to him, grabbing up the target’s arms as they dragged him back to their car. Throwing him as he lost his conciousness to the lulling of his weak head, and the backpack the second man had ripped off of him, into the backseat. Hustling back into the driver’s and passanger’s seat before the car reversed. Speeding off with the scraping of it’s tires against the asphalt.

What the fuck!

Jisung thumbed the safety back on and hoisted the rifle up. Standing to his feet as he watched his own strange attacker dash from the hiking trails past the empty neighborhood, the stranger’s eyes taking in the scene as he came to view the wreckage on the street. He propped the rifle against the closest tree to not be seen in the case anyone else came to inspect the sounds at that strange hour. But stormed out from the hiking trails regardless, ensuring his face mask still covered despite the earlier struggle.

Stormed after, rage pouring unstoppably from his heart as he stalked through the backyards despite his own limp from his burning ankle, approaching to the strange man. When he was finally behind him, distracted entirely by staring motionlessly at the wreckー

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” Jisung shoved the stranger’s back as hard as he could, nearly toppling the man over as he caught himself over tripping feet. Fuck this guy! For screwing up his planned shot, for screwing up the perfect opportunity, for screwing up his job! If this didn’t interfere, none of this would’ve happened, why the hell did he take Seo Changbin?! He would be going home on his motorcycle successful! He should’ve SLUGGED that bastard clear across his face! When the stranger whipped back to him, those feline eyes wide behind his own mask, Jisung shoved his chest instead, “He was mine! I claimed the order, why the fuck did you get in my way?! Where are you taking him!?”

The stranger backed away from him, pointing an acusing finger at Jisung as he argued in return, “Well, pardon my intrusion, but who are you supposed to be?!”

“I had a clear shot on him! That bastard should be dead, and you ruined it!” Jisung turned his eyes off the stranger and glanced over the wrecked Chevrolet. The driver, the backpack he had, Jisung’s payment, all gone in a matter of seconds. Seungmin was going to be pissed. How was he supposed to explain this? He couldn’t keep his composure even if he wanted to catch it. The longer that masked stranger watched him with some mix of amazement and disbelief only pissing him off more as he raged, “Shit!”

“I… Order? I have no idea what you’re talking about Sweetheart, I was after his USB and laptop,” The stranger spun around to the wreck, trying to point out whatever the hell his panicking hands were trying to point out to Jisung. Then turning back to the hitman with oblivious eyes. As if this wasn’t his fault! As if Seo Changbin wasn’t just taken from him because this bastard delayed his shot, because this bastard got in his way! Jisung was going to rip this fucker to shreds in about two seconds if he didn’t close his mouth. Jisung would’ve put a bullet into his chest if they weren’t already causing a scene and pulling attention from the nearby houses. The stranger seemed as confused as he was as he asked, “Who were those people? Were they with you?”

“Of course they fucking weren’t!” Still, that didn’t mean Jisung wasn’t pissed off.

Finishing whatever interaction he wanted to have with this idiot as he turned over his shoulder and left him there in the road. He marched away back between the houses to return to the hiking trails where his equipment was left, feeling ten seconds away from digging his hands into this stranger and pulling him apart piece by piece. Trying to keep his rage down and focused on the situation at hand as he removed his gloves and shoved them into the pocket of his riding jacket. His knuckles bruising up and twitching with irritation. Blood that flowed from the broken skin snapped after the punch he laid into the man finally stinging as his adrenaline wore off. He forced his aching hands to move for the phone he kept inside his riding jacket.

I have to call Seungmin and tell him the situation before either of us get into serious trouble.

Jisung grabbed the sniper’s rifle from the tree he leaned it against. Ripping it up in one hand as his other busied with finding his boss’s contact.

Footsteps rushed to catch up with him.

“Wait!”

He lightly tossed the barrel of the rifle up, despite the weight of the heavy weapon straining the muscles in his arm, he grabbed the grip and aimed the rifle at the man. Busying himself with pressing the started phone call to his ear as he threatened, “Don’t think about following me.”

The stranger rooted in his spot, his eyes going wide as the barrel stared him down.

Jisung scoffed. Leaning the weapon against his shoulder, he walked off and listened to the rings waiting for Seungmin to pick up.

“Fucking asshole.“

When he was gone. The stranger slipped his mask off. Nibbling onto his bottom lip, he whispered to himself,

“That was… So hot?”

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