It wouldn't hurt to stay just a little longer at the party, so that's what she did, greeting her old friend of course once the coast was clear and Taemin had left. She wasn't one for parties or big social events, so she passed out on the way home, most likely because that sauna kicked into her overstimulated body and all she wanted at the moment was sleep.

Or maybe it was because of the way he gently rubbed her thigh while driving. You'd think that would get her all worked up again, but surprisingly enough it didn't. It soothed her into a euphoric state, and she didn't know it since her eyes were closed, but he loved seeing how content she was when she rested.

He's watched her sleep before, not in a creepy way of course, but because he was overprotective and wanted to be by her side no matter what she was doing. At first, he was worried she'd stress out about seeing him, so it put his mind at ease when she remained calm throughout the whole night and enjoyed herself in the presence of her friend, the party host, Kim Seokjin.

It was little moments like that that he cherished. When he could just watch her, hear her speak, see her smile and laugh. My god her laugh was so addicting, he could listen to it all day because she rarely showed the outgoing side of her personality. But whenever she was like this, happy and in her element, he could do nothing and think of nothing else while he admired her from the sidelines.

Jungkook wasn't one to go out or participate in social events much like her. Simply because he hated people and always has since day one. He has to admit that he enjoyed tonight for one reason and one reason only. Her. The neon lights that lit the pools made her glow like an angel. It made it hard to pull away from looking at her.

He barely paid any attention to her conversation with Seokjin, he was too entranced by her voice and how she sounded, almost like a song. It was smooth and soft, but with just the right edge to it that kept him on his toes. Much like her appearance, she looked both sweet and sour. It was all in her eyes.

They were like a doe, dark and mysterious, but beautiful and kind at the same time. They'd be wide with wonder, or narrowed with aggression. She had such a duality about her that often made his brain short-circuit. She was perfect in every way. Sweet when necessary, and brutal in a flash.

Not to mention how perfect that bathing suit hugged her body. Since she was much smaller than him, naturally, he found her adorable sometimes. Key word sometimes. She packed a punch, she might've been little, but her personality was much larger than her appearance.

Which only meant one thing. What was on the outside only covered some of what was on the inside. Watching her from afar and tracing every part of her body without shame, since she was his after all, he didn't bother fighting the demons in his head that reminded him of what happened just about an hour ago in that car.

It was stuck in his head, replaying until his mouth started to salivate at the thought of seeing her so vulnerable and needy like that again. It was a side to her no one else knew, and the one that did was now dead, so it was safe to say he felt just a tad extra special to know that now that they truly belonged to each other, he had those privileges he's never in his life wanted before.

Sex or any type of affection was overhyped and mundane in his opinion, that's how his mindset always was. He never craved a woman, he never wanted a partnership, and he never desired love and true happiness. That was never in the cards he was dealt. But everything he's ever known, everything he's ever thought has blown up and been left in shambles all because of her.

When he forced himself, the very few times he did, to be intimate, he despised every second of it. He kissed those women to seduce them, to get them in bed and please them even when he wasn't pleased by it. All for the sake of his job and getting information. Now that he thinks back on those moments, he realizes how twisted that was.

It's not that the women didn't care, because, in the end, he still finished after they did. But he was in an entirely different headspace than they were. He could never register the things they said, or how loud they moaned his name or the scratches littered across his back from their nails. He could barely even feel them around him, almost like he was a robot, doing what he needed to do to make them fall into his trap.

Never once did he feel good, he never liked it and from that point on, he officially decided that relationships were not for him. Since he was older and wiser, he thought he knew about those things. He's read about it, he's educated in many different areas because of his job.

Knowing way too much about everything, analyzing every detail while simultaneously looking at the big picture. But love? That was so fucking stupid. He didn't believe in something as fake and unrealistic as that. The things he's seen, men brutally assaulting women and children while laughing about it, husbands and wives cheating on each other and destroying their families, people fighting and hurting each other. Was love so grand in the end?

Could something so complex and powerful feel so good, when it caused wars? When it destroyed people from the inside out like cancer? That it would corrupt someone's entire being just so they could be happy with someone who didn't deserve them? Why did there have to be so much pain and sacrifice for something that was never true to begin with?

Love was an illusion, and he never fell into that. Until now of course. It did consume him, but it didn't destroy him. It made him want to kill anyone just for her sake, just because they hurt her or pissed off his woman. If anything, love has made him stronger, which was also debatable before he met her.

Something as painful as love, how could that empower somebody? How could that strengthen a broken heart and soul? He now understood. He understood why people killed for the ones they loved, because without them, what was the point of living? Up until now, he's convinced that his life before her wasn't even life. It was death, and he was the Grim Reaper.

Killing and taking unwilling souls because of the sins they committed, along with a nice price tag dangling above their heads that would be snatched away by him, just as their lives were. It was fun, he can't deny that. But he's never felt passionately angry at those people.

Were they all monsters? Yes. Did they deserve a fate much worse than death? Also yes. Did he like killing people and getting rewarded for it? That's why he was and still is considered the most lethal man on the planet. But killing her ex, Min Yoongi, a traitor, felt gratifying in a way that was both terrifying and ravishing at the same time.

He did things to him that made his already pale appearance dim into a sick translucence, and that was before he was officially gone. To hear a man scream the way he did, to see the pure agony in his eyes and witness the struggle as he whipped around in the chair for a desperate escape, it made him feel like a God.

Why? Because he hurt her, he took things that could never be replaced and he paid for it. Those two hours were more than enough for him and he enjoyed every damn second in that basement. It felt intimate to use her weapon, her favorite at that, the one she always kept strapped to her thigh for closeness and protection.

It was beautiful, the gratification he felt once seeing the white-haired male painted in red, his chest no longer heaving from the air struggling to pump in his lungs, was beyond anything he'd experienced in his life. He's brutally killed over 200 people, but none of his victims felt so special, none of them satisfied him in the ways Yoongi did.

Killing him made him feel good because he was doing it to please her and relished the process throughout. It thrills him to know that she was curious about the things he had done, she had a twisted mind similar to his own. He could see in her eyes she was frustrated that he told her to leave that room, but there was good reason for it. He didn't want her to see him in that state, in truth, he was a monster and he never wanted her to witness that part of him.

Even if deep down he knew she wouldn't care, that she'd love him regardless of how sick he was, he couldn't do that to her. He couldn't traumatize her in that way, and you know what they say. Something is arousing about a mystery. That's why even when she asked, he denied her the information. He liked having her on the edge of her seat, much like she always had him.

To put it simply, killing Yoongi was one of the best moments of his life. To see her expression melt into relief felt like another source of pride that swelled in his heart. There were so many moments like that where he could practically feel her, the way she felt on the inside just from a look sparkling in her eyes. It was enthralling to read someone and even more so because she could do the same.

They understood each other in ways that defied the laws of nature, hell, the laws of the universe. That's why something as small but intimate as touching her felt like an otherworldly experience. Because now he could become familiar with her body, not just her mind. He remembered so clearly how she felt around his fingers, the embarrassed yet stunned look on her face at his bold actions that were something she wasn't used to from him.

What can he say? He was a man of habit, but also a man that was changing and had already changed because of her. She made him feel like a human, she made him feel appreciated and cared for that he didn't think was possible. That's why he couldn't stop thinking about it. He wanted to take things slow, especially with what's been going on lately and what she's had to deal with.

If things moved too fast, that would make her uncomfortable and stress her out even more. He was a patient man when it came to most things, especially her. He didn't want to make her mad but sometimes, things got too heated and he had to pull away. He reminded himself that no matter how much he wanted her to touch him, and how much his body ached to feel her skin, it wasn't the right time.

He wanted it to be perfect, since he tended to be a perfectionist, something as special and personal as touching her had to be taken into consideration. Meaning time, place, and mood. Although he had a change of heart after their heated exchange in her bedroom, her consent was the first thing to come to mind.

As soon as she gave him that look and said those words, he threw all else out the window and took that opportunity to touch her, and God was that a riveting experience. To see her squirming in the seat, feel how aroused she was by him, it made him wonder how amazing it would be to finally have all of her.

When he saw the insane afterglow she had and how shy she got, it made him a mess inside. He truly felt so down bad that he was willing to spread her legs again and finally taste what he was missing out on. But like he believed in, there was a time and place for everything. He enjoyed the little tease he gave her when they were inside, how she froze in place at what he said and walked away with a smile gracing his lips.

He was utterly obsessed with her, and he never wanted to stop. He knew how far he was willing to go for her, and he loved it. It would be horrifying to others to know what he would do just to make her happy, just to see that angelic smile on her usual stoic face, and he couldn't help himself. He was madly in love.

When he parked the Tesla in the circular driveway at the estate, he despised that he had to wake her from her sleep. He hated to ruin her peaceful little nap, but she didn't wake up grouchy thank god. She and her brother had to discuss business, so once fixing her dress, he guided her inside and gave a brief nod to the guards stationed around who returned the respectful gesture.

Once taking off her heels, her light footsteps  pad against the flooring along with the thudding of his boots as he walks close behind, walking up the stairs and averting his gaze when he realized just how goddamn short that dress was. Upon her entrance into the office, San was seated on one of the couches with a glass of brown liquor in his hand, and by the look on Jimin's face, meaning a small frown and pursed lips, she huffed and plopped down onto the couch across from the new underboss.

"My god, what is it now?", she says sarcastically, already prepared to hear the worst.

The air is tense and Jimin is nervous to reveal what he just found out, and unfortunately what the whole underworld is now aware of. Taking a glance towards the bodyguard who remains calm as ever, the mafia leader rubs his forehead with conviction and looks at his annoyed sister with an unpleasant grimace.

"There's a hit out on Jungkook. Ten million dollars", he breathes out, waiting for her to say something.

Her face falls, emptiness is all he can see as silence ensues for another grueling few seconds, "What?"

The iciness in her tone wasn't a surprise, and San gulped down the rest of his drink in a rush, both scared and curious as to what would happen next. He wasn't afraid of much, but Kang Runa was someone even the devil himself would avoid at all costs. Especially if anyone fucked with the people close to her.

Jimin releases a distressed sigh, exhausted from the mission and this was just the sour cherry on top, "Taemin put out the hit. So now every assassin in the city is hunting for him to collect this bounty."

Runa takes a moment to reel it in, and she laughs. Every man in the room watches as she holds her hand to her mouth and just...laughs.

"Oh lord, this is a joke", she snorts, wiping the tears from her eyes, laughing at the thought of Taemin doing something so idiotic which would bury him deeper in his grave.

"I'm sorry if I don't understand your amusement Runa", her brother replies with an imminent scowl on his features.

Why the fuck is she smiling like that? But then after a moment, he gets it. All of them do, even San who remains stiff in his seat, worried that if he even breathed wrong, she'd tear him to shreds. When a woman laughs like that, all hell breaks loose.

"What's funny is the fact that every single assassin is after him-", her glossed lips curl into a lethally attractive smirk when she glances at her bodyguard who stands on the other end, looking at her with nothing but pure fascination.

"And one by one, they're all going to die."

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Taemin had no place to go, and that resulted in him hiding out in one of his warehouses, uncomfortable in the minuscule office upstairs of the building. He couldn't stay there for long, and seeing as he didn't have many allies, Kim Seokjin was his last resort.

One call asking for help, he was more than grateful to be rid of this place. The man had offered rooms for him and some of his men in one of the hotels he owned, seeing as Runa and her brother wouldn't go poking around there. He took the offer and was ready to move out, and the conversation he had with the Kang woman had only added fuel to the fire.

It's been a few days since the contract had gone through, and per her orders, she hadn't done business in the city with him beside her. He was opposed to that but luckily she never got caught in anything. The gangs had stopped rampaging the streets, and whatever was left from the fires and destruction was currently being rebuilt.

Nevertheless, the war was still going on and now they had to sit and wait until Taemin made an appearance. There weren't many places he could hide in, especially because most of his resources were blown up and he was suffering a terrible loss from the drugs. She knew that, and she didn't want to take any chances with Jungkook.

It was bad enough every assassin sought the bounty and was hunting him, with no regard as to who he was or who he now worked for. But that didn't matter too much because she knew he could handle his own, and he was safe at the estate. You'd figure that someone's home would be the first place they'd go, but it seemed that no one knew about where they were. Another advantage they had.

As soon as she walked into Jimin's office with her bodyguard standing beside her, and San sitting on the couch with a drink in his hand, her phone rang. Hoping it was Seokjin, she smiled a little when she saw the caller ID and swiped to answer.

"Yes?"

"We've got him. He's coming to stay at one of my hotels in Manhattan. I'll send you the address, and make sure you guys get there beforehand. The building is empty so it's all yours", his cheerful voice buzzed the air and she felt a sense of relief swell in her chest.

"Thank you. I owe you for this."

The man chuckles, "No you don't, my dear. I'm doing this to help and I don't expect anything in return. Stay safe and get this contract off your man soon. We don't want a repeat of what's already happened", his voice grew a tad solemn towards the end, seeing as the conversation took a dark turn.

"I will. Keep me posted if anything happens."

"You too. Good luck."

"Thanks. Goodbye."

After the call ends, Seokjin sends her the address and her voice is urgent as she speaks to Jimin who is awaiting the news, "Taemin will be at the *** hotel on *** street tonight around 10. He has to gather his men so we have plenty of time to get there before he does. We can easily take them out one by one."

"Alright then, everyone get ready. We move in two hours", he concludes the conversation as he and San make their way out as well as his sister and her bodyguard.

Both men go to gather the weapons they stocked in a truck parked inside of a warehouse owned by him, and after making a few calls, Runa began to run the blade of her dagger across a sharpening stone multiple times, creating a satisfying noise while Jungkook leaned up against the wall to watch her, reading her contemplative expression.

"Are you ready for this?", he asks, wanting to make sure she wasn't biting off more than she could chew.

"Of course I am", she responds confidently, taking a look at the blade before deciding it wasn't sharp enough to her liking and continuing to run it across the stone.

"You know I have your back, right?"

She looks up at him with a small smile, "I know that, and I have yours."

There isn't much said between them now that they're in the van and driving into the city with her men alongside her carrying fully loaded weapons. After some time, the vehicle comes to a stop and they file out, quickly entering the back of the building so as not to be seen, which they weren't.

"Everyone's ready. Stay alert while we wait", Jimin reminds as he exits another van, and with a comforting pat to her shoulder and a nod towards the bodyguard, he leaves and follows his men to the front of the hotel.

"I guess we can go and hide. We have an hour after all", Runa says to the man beside her, and he follows close behind once entering the hotel and closing the back door.

Once they exit the basement and enter the halls, Jungkook follows her upstairs as they silently ride the elevator, the hotel eerily silent due to its lack of guests. The doors opened, revealing a new floor that looked as extravagantly clean and opulent as the rest of the place. Upon spotting a closet, she drags him inside and closes it, very little light coming in from the halls as it's now pitch black and quite snug.

"Couldn't find a better place?", he grumbles, squirming around and trying to press himself back against the wall since her body was almost glued to his.

"Getting hot over there, Jeon?", she muses, and he huffs in return.

"Yes, due to the lack of air circulation in this closet we're in", he grumpily replies, and he can practically feel the smirk emitting from her like an aura.

"You like being so close to me, don't lie."

"Your teasing is inappropriate at a time like this. Enough", he scolds, indeed feeling not only hot from the tight space but because she was so close to him.

Her perfume overtook his senses and made him a total mess. The scent was calming yet so enticing that instead of his body relaxing, his blood began to boil and not from the temperature. The worst fucking timing ever because now he was throbbing, embarrassed, annoyed, and angry at the same time.

"Baby, we've got an hour", she says in a suggestive tone, and from the light emitting through the cracks, he breathes heavily when she steps closer and presses her chest flush against him.

He feels as if he's going to burst and sweat begins beading at his hairline and his back, "Stop it."

"No", she chuckles, grabbing his gloved hand and putting it on her throat, to which he sighed and wrapped his fingers around gently without squeezing.

"Do I need to put you in your place? Is that what you're asking for?"

"Do I need to put you in yours?", she argues, now on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear.

"Would you like that?"

Her hand moves down his coat which was fully buttoned, unfortunately, not giving any clue as to what she wanted to feel underneath and he laughs at the sound of her tongue clicking.

"Great, you're swaddled like a baby in that godforsaken coat."

"Is someone horny and upset?", he shamelessly asks, knowing he was right but liking the idea of taunting her, even when this was a serious time and they weren't meant to be fooling around.

"Yes I am", she retorts, clearly sounding annoyed and now she didn't want to talk to him until this was over and Taemin was dead.

"You're a distraction to me sometimes", she adds in, internally sighing and her voice becoming soft as she speaks and finally weighs in on the situation at hand.

They could die tonight, either of them, and here she was acting like this. She felt stupid now for even trying to start it, but she couldn't help but want him. Even when they had a mission to carry out, she wouldn't necessarily mind passing the time and being productive. Meaning touching him in some way.

"I just...if anything goes wrong tonight I want you to know I love you and I don't regret this at all."

The way she's acting is understandable considering what she lost, and he takes it to heart and pulls her in by the waist, pressing a kiss to her head, dismissing the suffocating heat that swallowed them.

"I know you do."

"You're not gonna say it back?", she says, not taking too much offense since she was used to his cold behavior.

"If I say I love you right now, it will sound like a goodbye. I'm not leaving you, so I'll say it afterward", he responds, even making her tear up but he doesn't know that because she blinks them away.

"Ok, that makes sense", she said, going silent for a few moments while he holds her and rubs her waist, indeed feeling hot from the lack of air circulation.

"You're right, let's move somewhere else", she finally announces once the heat begins to make her sweat and he heaves a sigh of relief now that they are in one of the rooms since they were all open.

Taking a glance around, he sees her standing by the window, looking out at the city and below to see if Taemin is here yet. Coming up behind her, he feels the urge to hold her and savor this alone time before the chaos ensues and the real fight begins. But he doesn't, they need to stay alert and not distracted.

"I want to fight him alone."

Immediately, he shakes his head in disagreement although she couldn't see, "No, that's suicide. If you fight him alone, his men could find and kill you."

"I can lure him into the pool area and drown him", she says, not as a suggestion but presenting an idea.

By the tone of her voice, he knew there was no point debating on this. She was his boss after all and although he was one to always rebel against authority, her next words made him feel some type of way.

"You should have more faith in me, Jeon. I'm not some fragile little doll", she turns around with her arms crossed, "I can handle myself just like you can, and Jimin as well. I might get cornered, but I'll escape it. I need to take him on my own. I don't expect you to understand-"

"I do", he says, his voice a bit softer as opposed to how sharp and stubborn it was before.

"I know you need to be the one to kill him", he walks towards her much smaller figure, her doe eyes shining up at him while he takes her face gently in his gloved hands, meeting her at eye level.

"After what he's taken from you, you want to slit his throat and watch him bleed out. Only you can kill him, and I know why, Runa. But I don't like you being alone in such a large place. We can't use intercoms since they'll be hacked by his men, and I'll have no sure way of finding you if anything happens."

He gets closer to her, his nose grazing hers and the purity of his touch made her heart throb, "I can't let anything happen to you. I'll go insane and I'll do things I won't be able to come back from. No matter what, it's my duty to protect you, that's what I have to do. Please, let me do my job."

His eyes were asking for permission, and his vulnerability was starting to scare her. Not because she was repulsed by it, but she'd just never seen him look at her this way, almost like he was begging for her to stay. As much as she hated to see that, she shook her head and remained stubborn and dead-set on this.

"You'll be near us. But you can't interfere. This is my fight, Jungkook."

"It's mine too", he lets go of her face with a heavy sigh, now becoming frustrated since she refused to allow his protection.

"This is ridiculous. You're going to get killed, and I have to make sure you stay alive, Runa."

"I will", she reassured, although it didn't make him feel any better.

He didn't know what he'd do if something bad happened to her. The bullet wound in her shoulder made his blood boil, although he couldn't see it right now due to the leather jacket she wore over a simple black top, he knew it was there. Taemin has gotten too close, and he's supposed to be ok with this?

"Need I remind you that he could've killed you with that bullet", he pointed at her shoulder, and she wasn't worried about it, that much was clear by the look she gave.

Her determination was impenetrable, so no one, not even Jungkook could change her mind. Her men along with Jimin's could fight the Yakuza and whoever Taemin brought along with him, but the man himself was hers.

"I'm alive, aren't I?"

Her sarcastic retort makes him think she doesn't care how far it has to go to get what she wants, and that's Taemin's blood on her hands. He understands, he truly does. What the Min brother took from her was irreplaceable, but couldn't she see he felt that way towards her?

"Are you willing to die for this? If he dies, you don't care what happens to you as long as he's done for?", he asks, almost fearful of the answer he'd get.

But then something changes in her eyes, almost like realization hits and she presses her lips together whilst looking down at the floor, her hands intertwined, "Jungkook, it's unlike you to worry."

"We're in a serious situation right now, me being worried about you is logical and reasonable", he retorts, standing tall while she steps closer and keeps her eyes on him.

"Still, you've never been this worried before. Do you think I'd be willing to die for him? I wouldn't. I'm not just fighting to kill him and end this war, I'm fighting for my brother. I'm fighting for my life and I'm fighting for you."

His frown remains etched across his face, "I don't want you sacrificing yourself to save anyone, whether it be Jimin or me. Do you understand?", his eyes narrow, his voice stern much like hers was.

"Yes, I understand", she breathes out, immediately turning around to look out the window when she hears the opening and closing of vehicle doors.

Standing beside her, Jungkook approached the window and watched as Taemin and about five vans with his men stepped out and filed into the building.

"It's time", he looked over at her and sighed.

"Please be careful", he says, and when she looks him in the eye, it's understood between them that he's giving her his full confidence and allowing her to do this by herself.

To that, she's grateful that he's trusting her and gives him a brief kiss on the lips, savoring how soft they were, like petals of a flower, pink like them too. Once she pulls away, the warmth now gone as the intensity of this moment settles in, she makes sure that her weapon is strapped to her leg before walking out of the room to use the staircase so she isn't caught.

"Be safe", he mumbles to himself, already feeling a bit anxious about leaving her alone but luckily, he had his guns and this would be a piece of cake on his end.

He knew what he was capable of, killing was easy for him, as simple as taking a walk. He lived and breathed death, so facing it was like greeting an old friend. Still bittersweet, but comforting to feel that nostalgia. On his way down to the floors, he saw men going into rooms, and of course, one by one, he took them out without making a sound or having to fire his guns.

Once spotting Jimin and San exiting a room full of men who are dead, he tells him that more vans have arrived and that means more people to kill. Seeing as time was ticking and a group of men unfortunately crossed their paths, guns were withdrawn and bullets flew across the hall, piercing bodies and walls and alerting anyone nearby that something had happened.

There wasn't a single moment of peace now that they weren't hidden any longer, and more of the Yakuza's men came rushing in from the lobby and up the main staircase. Blood was splattered in almost every hall, and yet Taemin was nowhere to be found. Floor by floor, Runa's and Jimin's men combed each room and took out every single man.

"Where the fuck is he hiding?", San heaves while pushing back his hair, wiping the blood off of his hands and kicking the knelt body before him.

"He knows we're here. I'm sure he's looking for her", the bodyguard says while reloading both of his guns with the magazines on his belt.

"I don't like that you left her", Jimin comments with a scowl of disapproval as both men follow the leader into the elevator, their faces and clothes covered in blood.

"I don't either, but she's my boss, and that was her order", he responds plainly, knowing that Jimin has been heated ever since he saw him without his sister.

The leader stays silent, and he knows that she is hunting him, searching the hotel just so she can fight Taemin alone. Unfortunately, she was like that, incredibly independent and he couldn't blame her for it, he was too after all. They were the heads of mafias, and relying on others to do an important job wasn't always realistic.

Both siblings were the hands-on type of people, meaning that if they had personal affairs with someone that needed to be dealt with, they'd do it face to face. They were fearless, determined, and did things out of sheer will.

He could be as upset as he wanted to be because it fueled the fire within him. It gave him the strength he needed as he twisted a man's neck and tossed another one through the glass sliding door of a shower, grabbing his hair and pushing him down onto the broken glass.

On the first floor, while the men were busy, Runa had dipped her dagger into the pool water. Its icy blue hues reflected on her face and the walls of the indoor pool house due to the lights lit inside. Other than the blue light, it was dark. She had a feeling in her gut that he was here, close by, searching for her. Would he be alone? Most likely.

She killed his dear younger brother, one of if not the only person he's ever cared about. This was personal, they both had taken from each other and this fight was long overdue. While she waited, sitting by the poolside and swirling the water with the tip of her blade in mesmerization, she reminisced about the fight with Taehyung.

How amazing it felt to smash his head into the wall, to hear his groans and yells of pain and to see him quite literally ball-less and lying limp on the floor, his face unrecognizable from the amount of damage both she and Dong-Wook had done. Whatever she felt torturing and killing him, wouldn't even hold a candle to this.

Sure, Taehyung was a long-time friend of hers and he had attempted to kill her, making his moves and infiltrating her life so his boss knew things about her he shouldn't have, Dori and Yoongi doing the same. Taemin was different, he took things no one else had, and he caused her pain that only his brother matched. Just thinking about getting her hands on him had her smiling sadistically, an eerie tune emitting from her as she waited.

"Where are you hiding?", she mumbles to herself.

A faint sound of the door opening made her stand to her feet, seeing the tatted male who approached and stood on the other side of the pool, the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up with his hands inside his pockets. A frown no doubt was on his face, she couldn't quite see from the distance between them, but she could feel the tension in the air. This was really happening. The timing was now and she had to take everything she had and fight him.

"Yet again, I've been betrayed by someone I thought I could trust", he speaks, his voice echoing throughout the spacious area, bouncing off the walls.

"Get over it. That's life. Not to mention you had two people closely working with you who were my friends and betrayed me first. Karma's a bitch isn't it?", she mocks, cocking her head to the side with a smirk of playfulness on her face.

"Karma is the goddamn devil", he mumbled incoherently, then raised his voice so she could hear his next words, "No one knows I'm here. For some odd reason, I had a feeling you'd be waiting for me, and here you are. As soon as I heard the bullets, I knew to come looking for you."

He slowly walks around the pool, and she does the same with no fear in her heart, her dagger still in hand, "Isn't that sweet."

They get closer, a few feet away before both of them stop at the same time, looking at each other, taking in the moment and relishing the feelings in the air. The burning hatred and rage filled their blood and coursed through their veins just as the adrenaline did. This was a moment not to be taken for granted.

"Where's your guard dog? The one that's still alive I mean", he asks with a devious smile, the darkness in his eyes showing just how much he despised her, how much he desired to tear her apart.

"He's nearby. This is between you and me, and he respects our privacy", she responds, eyeing him up and down.

"You're quite bold to put out a hit on my man", she added, making the man hum with amusement, raising his brows briefly.

"And he's still alive of course", he bitterly replied through clenched teeth which made her smug.

"Did you think it'd be that easy? This is Jeon Jungkook we're talking about. The world's most notorious and deadliest hitman. You're ballsy for sure."

Lifting her hand, she eyes the dagger in her palm that gleams from the pool lights, "Maybe I should cut them off like you did Taehyung's. How's that sound?"

"I'd like to see you try", he walks forward and she slices his chest so fast he doesn't block it, only stumbles back in surprise at that sting he feels once he sees the blood and the rip in his white shirt that begins to seep with red.

"Feisty aren't we? It's gonna be fun ripping your limbs off and feeding your eyeballs to your bodyguard", he cackles maniacally, throwing a punch in her direction but she dodged it, jumping back and leaning away as he continued throwing swings that were just a hair out of reach.

Twisting around so she faces his back, she kicks his shin so hard he falls and tries to grab her leg and pull her down. He fails in doing so, earning a kick to the face that had blood spraying out of his nose and painting the tile.

"You'll have to catch me first", she breathes out, grabbing Taemin's hair which he yelps and attempts to elbow her, but she shoves him forward so he falls into the pool.

Laughing, she backed away when he resurfaced and his hair fell above his eyes that burned through her skin, his chest heaving as it was practically see through since the wet shirt clung to his body like a second skin.

"You fucking bitch."

As soon as he pulled himself up, she ran out of the pool room and down the hall, waiting for him to follow once she saw him emerge and face her way with soaked clothes and dripping hair, she ran down the hall and laughed as he chased her, the adrenaline pumping into her veins that had her heart and legs pulsing from the exertion.

"Catch me if you can", she teases, heavily breathing while she turns the corner and the faint sound of gunshots and men yelling in pain makes her smile widen.

Leaping over a few bodies, she turns back to see she's lost him but doesn't assume he's not there. To the left, she immediately opens the door and sees no one is inside, so she hides inside the coat closet, waiting for him when she hears footsteps and a bang on the door. Putting a hand over her mouth, the other holding the dagger, she heard him whistling a tune as he searched the room and she remained still.

"Where are you, honey?", he sing-songs with a laugh, looking under the bed.

"Come out, come out wherever you are", he sings out whilst approaching the closet, and as soon as he opens it, she lunges forward and stabs him in the chest, falling on top of him now that he's weakened.

"Fuck!", he screams out, the veins on his neck and forearms popping out as she digs the blade deeper and he smacks her so hard she falls off of him with a grunt.

Her ears are ringing and her vision is blurred from the impact, and she stumbles back, distancing herself once he takes out the dagger, blood gushing out from the deep wound she created. The weapon falls to the floor as he stands to his feet, holding his heaving chest with blood running down his hand to drip down his elbow.

"I swear to fucking God you bitch-"

She gains her composure and lunges forward, pushing him against the wall and repeatedly banging his head against it until he grabs her neck and pushes her away, taking the dagger from the floor and twisting it expertly in his hand.

"Come at me again. I'll slice your ass up", he threatens, wincing now and again from the wounds he's suffered and he's just barely touched her.

He might have underestimated her and the fighter she was known to be, but now that she was defenseless since her weapon was in his hand, he felt powerful in the moment and yet it was swiped away as soon as that devilish smirk appeared on her face. No matter what, he hated her most for making him feel like nothing without even trying.

"We'll see about that", she lands a fierce kick to his ribs once dodging his attack, lunging her knee multiple times into his stomach with a force that had him doubled over and heaving.

She's able to grab the dagger but he grabs her ankle in the process, pulling her down to his level as he pins her to the floor and punches her twice, causing a bruise to form from how much strength he had and the overwhelming weight that was crushing her.

"You're gonna pay for killing my brother, you stupid cunt", he shouts in her face, his fist colliding with her jaw once again and her head starts spinning.

"Fuck off, bastard", she spits blood into his face, making him flinch and when he wiped his eyes to get it off of his face, she took the opportunity to punch his chest hard, hitting a certain pressure point that paralyzed him until he fell back, coughing blood.

Grabbing the dagger once again, she's about to lunge at him while he's down but he kicks her stomach, sending her flying back against the wall as he gets up and takes off his tie, pushing his disheveled hair out of his face so he could see better.

Once hearing gunshots close by, she didn't want to get caught by his men in such a tight situation, so before he could regain his breath and attack her, she fled out of the room, turning down the hall and escaping onto the main floor where bodies lay.

Figuring he was close behind, she opened the double doors to the left and saw it was an empty ballroom, an aesthetically pleasing fountain in the middle with neon lights illuminating the space, making the water look shades of purple, blue, and green. As she stepped closer to it, she felt him behind her as soon as the door slammed shut, not even making her flinch since she knew of his presence.

"You can run all you'd like, but you'll never escape me", he pants, groaning quietly as he holds the wound on his chest, seeing as it was bleeding profusely and his face started to pale.

Upon turning around to face him, she wipes the warm blood trickling from her nose, "I wasn't trying to escape from you. I wanted to lure you elsewhere so your men wouldn't find me and kill me."

He laughs, tossing his head back, "They wouldn't kill you, I told them that if they were to cross paths with you and somehow get you cornered, no matter what, they can't kill you. That's my job."

Chuckling at the irony, she responds, "Funny, I told my men the same."

There's a brief moment of silence, the only sound filling the room being the soft pattering from the water fountain and their heavy breathing. He steps forward, his chest now fully revealed due to its rip, and she grins proudly to see the damage she's caused.

"So this is it then. These are our last moments together-", he pauses, taking out a small knife from his sock as her grip on the dagger tightens, "-we should make them last. No?"

"I agree."

They both walk towards each other and with a sharp swing towards his neck, she slices the side just barely, not enough to cause a major gash, to which he hissed and slashed her thigh.

She falls to her knees from the pain and punches his groin with all the energy she can muster, making him cry out and fall to his knees as well so they're face to face. Grabbing the sides of his face, she head-buts him and breaks his nose, and he releases another brutal scream.

"Fuck you", she shakily muttered, repeating the action which made his eyes roll back, tears running down her face and clouding her vision.

"And your brother too", she lands a harsh punch to his throat, making him choke and struggle while he grabs at his neck and falls to the floor.

Standing up, she repeatedly kicks his rib cage, her boots making it more painful due to their chunkiness and he wails in pain.

"Fuck you for taking them away from me!", she yells, straddling his chest while punching him.

"I told you, you'd pay for this", she whispered into his ear, and when she goes to punch him again, he pushes her off so she falls onto her butt.

In just enough time, she puts her feet together and kicks one of his legs so he falls again, and with a groan he does. Her fist collided with his already broken and bleeding nose which had blood spraying out onto the floor, and she dragged him by the hair over to the water fountain. His hands weakly claw at her hand, and the stinging of his nails digging into her skin does nothing to faze her.

"Let me go, you bitch", he wheezes, spitting out blood that dripped down his chin.

Lifting him to lean over the fountain, he was too weak to fight back as she pushed his head into the water to drown him. Once realizing what was happening, he flailed aggressively and tried to get back up, but the angle she had him at made that difficult.

His shouting is muffled, and she gets soaked with water as he splashes around in an attempt to resurface, she pushes him back out so he falls to the floor, heaving for oxygen as his lungs burn much like his eyes and throat. From a distance, she heard men shouting, and seeing as she wasn't sure if those were her men or his, she took him by the hair once again and forced him to kneel, looking into his exhausted eyes.

"Look at you now. On your knees like the pitiful excuse of a bastard you are", she spits out angrily, the adrenaline in her veins allowing her to still have enough energy to ignore the injuries she's suffered and fight.

They held intense eye contact, and right as the doors opened, she slashed his throat with the dagger. Blood sprays upon her face, now a mess while she watches the light leave his eyes as he slowly chokes and falls at her feet, crimson red melting onto the tile beneath her.

In a daze, she doesn't look up to see who has entered, she takes a moment to relish in the feeling. It's over. He's dead and there's no coming back from this. After pondering on the thought, she puts the dagger into its holster, looking up at the men who stood before her, both impressed and terrified.

Jungkook walked closer, not saying a word because what was there to say? All of them were dead. Taemin was gone, the Yakuza was wiped out and the only remaining members were still in Japan, lucky enough to live another day before someone got brave enough to take hold of them.

Who would run the Min crime family? Both Min brothers were dead along with their father, and God only knows what happened to Mrs. Min. There was a lot to figure out, and yet no one could find the words. They were stunned to see her covered in blood, like they were enthralled by what she had done.

In the end, Kang Runa will always remain the victor. The Min brothers should've known they'd suffer death along with another painful reality, and that was humiliation. The Min name would be dragged through the mud, everyone would know the truth, and their territory and businesses would be vulnerable and up for grabs.

And who would take everything without a second thought? Kang Runa and Park Jimin, that's who. As if nothing happened, she held her head up and looked around, seeing Jungkook was still alive along with her brother which made her sigh in relief.

"Let's go home."

Her boots softly thud against the tile, squeaking from the blood smeared on the bottoms as she walks out with her bodyguard by her side, Jimin and San on the other, and their men behind them.