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Translation: The Eleventh
Chapter Eleven § The Mission (Pt. 1)
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"Sorry, JK. I'm not going to be of much help. I don't have the patience to wait two hours, and I'm not good with sniper rifles."
"Not to mention Lisa specializes in hand guns and physical combat."
Jungkook growled in frustration, fist slamming hard onto the table before him.
"No one here is good enough with either time or snipers. I don't want to hire someone. Jiyeon, why can't you build some fucking patience? We need this bastard eliminated."
The seductive woman shrugged, leaning back in her chair as she scanned Jungkook with cold eyes.
"Sir, with all do respect, when you let me into Bangtan, you knew I had a short tempter and a severe lack of patience. That hasn't changed, and it never will."
With an annoyed sigh, Jungkook crossed his arms, eyebrows furrowed with anger and frustration.
"Then we hire someone to do the dirty work. We have no other choice."
"Um... Kook?"
Taehyung's soft voice echoed in the now silent room, with the blond male peeking shyly into the room.
Jungkook immediately smiled, motioning for Taehyung to come closer.
"What are you doing in here, petal? You knew that there was a meeting planned."
Taehyung hummed softly, settling himself on Jungkook's lap.
"I um... Overheard some, and I- well... I'm a photographer, Kook. Remember?"
The mafia tilted his head a bit, eyes narrowing. He didn't like where this was going.
"And?"
Taehyung smiled sheepishly.
"Do you know what it takes for a photographer to do work as professional as mine?"
Silence answered, so Taehyung continued speaking.
"It takes a steady hand, immense patience, and an eye for timing."
Jungkook immediately shook his head, his grip on the blond tightening slightly.
"No, Taehyung. You won't get involved."
The blond scoffed, arms casually looping over the mafia's shoulders.
"You know my background. I can handle this. I hate seeing you so stressed. If this is how I can help, then so be it."
The mafia opened his mouth to refuse again, but stopped. Taehyung was the perfect candidate for the mission, and he had killed before.
There was a high chance he could handle the assassination. But could he handle a sniper rifle?
"Have you ever used a rifle, petal?"
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