He let out a long sigh before staring at his blank face in the mirror. 

"You are now more than a leader of a mere idol group, Kim Namjoon," he told himself, "You are now a sub-leader of a group of young assassins."

The thought of being an assassin sent his body running with chills. He clenched his hand into a tight fist before throwing a punch and shattering the mirror in front of him into simple glass shards. The glass shards fell to the ground and reflected his face in broken pieces. 

Namjoon leaned against the wall with his head facing the ground. He watched the blood from his hand drip onto the glass shards- which stained his reflection into a crimson red. He quickly knelt down and tried to pick up the broken pieces. He couldn't leave a mess behind all because of nothing, Hitman Bang would call him weak if he did. 

"Why has my life turned out this way? Why is it like broken glass?" Namjoon laughed to soothe himself from the pain. 

As he picked up the glass shards, he cut his finger. This was the time in which Namjoon realized that even though he's trying to fix something that's broken, he couldn't because it would cause him even more pain. Either way it was just misery and more misery.

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He was in the same position as the others- in conflict. Was he doing this for the benefit of one person or was he doing this to just save himself only? He couldn't choose the path of death, he was still young and had many dreams to achieve. 

Why must the person who gave them the chance to achieve their dreams be the person who would also take it away?

Namjoon was very skilled at everything he did, you could call him the Golden Leader- similar to how the rest of his members call Jungkook the Golden Maknae. Although he was clumsy and broke nearly everything in sight, he was intelligent, no one else but him in the group had an IQ of 148. 

He didn't kill the same way the others did, however he planned them. Namjoon was the one who would come up with elaborate plans to kill someone. He planned everything for his members, from method of killing and how to clear the evidence. He was the one who assigned roles that fitted the members.  He made sure that their role made them feel comfortable, even though in all honest reality none of it actually did because who would want to kill anyone for the sake of satisfying their boss? 

Namjoon protected his members whenever they were afraid. Occasionally he would get his own hands dirty when a member didn't have the guts to kill someone. Since he was smart, Namjoon built complicated bombs to destroy everything at once- this was his preferred method of killing. 

Even after all this time, Namjoon didn't understand why there were so many people that they had to kill. Hitman Bang had told them that they would be doing this for the greater good and not just to kill innocent people. It was hard to believe how many terrible people there were in the world for his members to wipe out. 

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The sound of a phone buzzing startled Namjoon a bit as he reached into his pocket to pull his phone out. He stopped writing on the notepad in which he was creating an elaborate plan on.

"Hello?" said Namjoon after he did not check the caller-ID.

"Namjoon-ah, want to grab something to eat? I have to talk to you."