☫ warhead's headquarters

@☫lesley ann brandt /i held my head high as i walked into the warhead headquarters, refusing to glance at anyone that lets their gaze fall in my direction, seeing as i have business here, and i really want to get it done so i can get out of here - this place really does make my skin crawl/
/i let my chest fill with air to try and make me seem a little more secure and tall as i knock on the door to the room i was directed to for the person who ran this place; i gently my lips, hearing a voice on the other side, so i take it as an a-okay to swing a door open and proudly waltz into the spacious room/
/my eyelashes flutter, trying to give myself some kind of flirtatious charm as my eyes land on you, a half smile on my face with a hand lifting to expose a hefty stack of notes that i oh-so graciously place in front of you/
i need someone to protect me. however long, i'll pay. and i need someone who will be able to take this... person out if they get too close. can you help me?

@☫min yoongi It was as if he lost his touch in this kind of play. His fast reflexes weren't something all too admirable now, his thinking process slowly went down. Was it the lack of sleep? His health was probably failing him by now due to the fact at how overworked he was. But he can't complain, now can he? After his target was annihilated, he was dumb enough to stray at the home longer than he should have. By the time he was able to properly react, it as too late. A searing pain was felt in his abdomen, the knife being dug deeper before he grasped at the perpetrator's wrist, his other hand quickly grabbing the gun from his holster. His pupils dilated, raising his hand, pressing the muzzle against their head, his index finger not hesitating as he pressed down, the loud 'bang' echoing within the room, the ringing in his ear strong, the smell of iron drifting into his nose as the crimson substance splattered on his cheek. Once the grip of the knife was loosened and the body fell with a thump, he leaned against the wall, grabbing onto the handle. Taking a deep breath, he pulled it out with a loud cry, covering the wound with his right hand and hurried out, tripping over his feet various times.

Once he made it back to the headquarters, he collapsed down onto his knees, before wobbling as he forced himself to stand back up. He limped towards one of the chairs weakly, leaning back onto it after, pulling up the hem of shirt. He stared at the nasty stab wound, the pain increasing and the bleeding not stopping. His target was heavily guarded even after he thought he took them all out. Jin was ed up. Bruises and cuts on his face, now a stab wound. A shaky breath escaped his parted mouth, eyes threatening to roll back to his head but he shook his head quickly, trying to stay conscious. His breathing now became ragged, loud grunts having been heard. Jin felt all too weak, he thought sleep would be nice. Maybe he could just sleep this off.

But every small movement he made caused pain to shoot right up his body without any mercy. Wincing, he kept his eyes closed, trying to level out his breathing, pressing down on the wound, biting down on his lip harshly to muffle any noise that could have been made.

MINE