Author: Diviana
Fanfiction Name: Everything Started With a Lie
Length: Oneshot
Characters: Min(miss A) and Nichkhun(2PM)
Summary: Everything started with a lie.
Anything else: I started this when I was watching the MAMA very very pissed off and ending up finishing it today hopefully you like it. It's mainly focused on Nichkhun but Min is very important in the story.Comments and criticized greatly appreciated.


People lie, they lie a lot. Some lie to protect themselves, to protect another, for gain, for the pure sport of lying. Nichkhun lied because he was weak, Min lied to survive. That’s how he and Min ended up on this rooftop, one lie lead to another. Both held guns pointed to each other’s face, and it all started with a grey envelope.

Nichkhun stared at the envelope a bit fearful of opening it since it would mean another mission. Finally, with hesitant fingers he tore the seal inside were a letter and an image. The letter specified who he had to kill and the image showed him how the man looked. Mr. Lee Tae Hyun a man of even stature, 172 cm, with a balding head and beady black eyes; he was a lead nuclear engineer visiting Seoul for a week. Within that week, he had to kill that man simple as that.

For the first three days, he stalked Mr. Lee’s commonly visited locations and built a plan by the fourth day he was ready to kill. It was Saturday he had waited those three other days to make sure everything panned out; he sat on a rooftop and waited for the poor man, if a man like Mr. Lee could be described as poor it was as joke, to come out. Lying on there, Nichkhun wondered how he got to this point, it all started with a lie:

A shaking fifteen year old version of he stood in his mind’s eye about to do the one thing in his life that would royally screw his life. Gun cocked, he aimed for the cowering man in front of him. Blinking once, he said sorry and shot the men point blank through the head. Blood splattered the concrete and Nichkhun’s legs gave way underneath him. Why oh why he had lied?! If he hadn’t he would have never gotten there. His friend had asked him if he could handle killing a man and in the moment of peer pressure, childish bravado, and weakness he said yes. After that they never left him alone: his use to be friend, second heir to a mob, or the people who gave him then bullet and gun.

Tears touched his rife, as he adjusted his aim and focused job, it wasn’t like he could quit they would destroy his life: family, wealth, and fame. In the odd moment he remembered his fans’ nickname for him: The Thai Angel how ironic, he hated the nickname he was in no definition an angel especially with his weakness. He always had to lie to his fans, to his family, and to the people like his brothers, 2PM, every day in and out, see even more lies piled upon another because he was too scared and weak to tell the truth.

Swearing in Thai, he slapped his wrist. He was getting too emotional that might be the thing to kill him. Readjusting his scope, he took deep breaths to calm himself down. Beep Beep. His watch alarm went off signaling it was roughly the time for Mr. Lee to leave the building, like clockwork the man stood in front of the fancy hotel backed up by three well-trained bodyguards. One last breath, he took aim and pressed down on the trigger. It took ten seconds for him to pull the trigger and only three to end that man’s life. Watching only for the minimum second, he saw a man collapse, blood cover the glass door and three very lost guards. It took only five minutes to pack up and run, however…

She stared at the killer with confusion his silhouette looked too familiar, but she pushed that thought aside too busying observing him. How odd were his actions shoulders trembling suddenly and where those tears she spotted? The organization was right he was getting too soft she had to kill him, whoever he was. Her knowledge of the man was limited to a pale grey envelope they sent her this morning with the sentence: Kill the man standing on the roof a cross from Halo Hotel. That and a brief description of the reason why he had to be killed was, that was she knew and she needed to know terminate him. In a sudden moment of melancholy she remembered how she got in this line of work:

Min was much too curious for her own good especially when she followed those highly suspicious men into that warehouse all those years ago. Hidden, protected by the darkness of the vast area she watched the situation unfold in front of her with mild shock and terror: a boy falling to his knees after he shot a man. Before she could even think the cold barrel of a pistol touched her temple. A voice low and male told her, “Take your cell phone out of your pocket and walk forward.”

Obeying Min gave the mystery man her cell phone and walked stiffly toward to the center where that shuddering man had been. Foot over foot, she thought of how to escape and realized it was useless too many people. Settling for lying, every question they asked her was answered with a realistic lie: fake name, fake reasons, and possibility the biggest lie of them all she was not afraid. All the men took a liking to her, even if they had a pretty good idea she was lying between her teeth. She had courage alright, Min lied for survival. After hours of tall tales, they become bored and showed her how to aim a gun, how to shoot a gun, and how to get rid of the bullet. They liked her, liked her a lot so they kept her.

In the midst of remembering she heard a rife go off. He must have killed his target, now time to kill him. She thought dully and stalked her way quietly between roofs. While he packed up his sniper she appeared behind him. Gun readily cocked she took aim.

However… he felt a presence behind him, one with a killer’s intent. Without missing a beat he whipped out the hand gun his kept in hidden on a holster under his pants’ leg. Spinning on his heel he aimed his cocked gun at the person.

Now they stood in an impasse, shocked at who they were facing. Min’s eyes widened who would have thought someone with that face could ever kill any. Nichkhun’s shock was more like a punch quick and painful. Min was someone he knew personally and had a crush on. The winds flew by them, a reminder time was passing.

“Who would have ever thought,” Min whispered.

“You’re here to kill me aren’t you?” Nichkhun had to confirm.

“Yup, either you or I leave this place and I’m not in the mood to die,” she answered bluntly.

“I guess so. I’ll kill you then,” sorrow pierced his voice. I’m tired of killing.

The invisible timer that held them paralyzed when off and triggers were pressed. Only one trigger pulled, one shot rang out, one thud against pavement, and one body cold on the floor. The living soul, the weapon in an indirect suicide, called the disposal team to rid the planet of the body and left. Nichkhun never pulled the trigger; he lied that’s how everything in his life started and now how it ended.