RatedT for mentions of murder, death, mature themes
Word count: 10.5k rip
Synopsis: In his long career, Yoongi had quickly learned how being a professional killer required many do’s but only a few dont’s - just two, to be more precise: nr. 1 never miss your target, and nr. 2 don’t ever get caught.
And yet, after meeting you, it was crystal clear that he had never considered the most important one.
Nr. 3: never fall in love.
Author’s note: Finally!! This is my first request, with the prompts sniper!Yoongi, His beauty could kill you and They all die in the end. To the cute anon: I hope you like it just as much as I enjoyed writing it even tho this is the angstiest shit I have written until now.
Also, a special thanks to @inktae and @sugajpg for bearing with my existential crisis about this <3
Yoongi doesn’t really feel ashamed of his job.
Sure, he kills people in exchange of money – good money, to be more precise; but it’s not something that actually bothers him in his sleep. Well, he is blessed with dream-less nights after all, thus he can’t really be definite about it: maybe, if nightmares of blood and screams and horror filled his mind, then he wouldn’t be so serene, so apathetic about it. Maybe, he would feel a decent amount of regret.
But again, that isn’t the case, and so he’s able to look at everyone straight in the eyes, lips guiltless and always curved in a faint smile – they would have been murdered anyways, if not by him, surely by somebody else. At least, Yoongi gives them a quick death.
And it’s not like he targets innocent people anyway – well, as much as someone could be innocent nowadays. Oh no, he usually works for the Mafia, sometimes for the Intelligence when they need somebody to act outside the law: the flies he has to kill are always the dirtiest ones, buried in some horrid shit up to their neck, and thus with a bullet into their throat they die. Or in the forehead, or between their lungs – it doesn’t really matter, does it?
So no, Yoongi doesn’t really feel ashamed of his job.
Dear Flock I need a scientific explanation about Sam's log on Cait's face. Please and Thank you.
You see, when two people love (and/or want to bang) each other very much, that love extends down to their bathing suit areas. Sometimes the man’s stump turns into a log and…well, sometimes shit happens.