A/N: Another GOT7 one-shot! This time features my ultimate bias, JB! <3 Just like Jinyoung’s, this story will be the GOT7 member’s POV. Why? Because BNior / JJ Project <3 loljk, but I do ship them kekekeke. Hope you guys like it! Constructive criticisms are very much welcome. Don’t forget to comment, vote and subscribe! <3

I take a deep breath while I focus on my target.

You can do it Jaebum…

For some reason, I feel very nervous right now. I’ve done this for the past ten years and this is the first time I’ve ever felt apprehensive – excluding of course the first few times I did this kind of dirty work.

Something is stopping me from pulling the trigger of my hunting rifle. My inner conscience is probably telling me not to shoot this long-haired petite woman I don’t even know.

Why? Because she’s a girl? Fck it, I’ve assassinated hundreds of people before and they included women – young and old. Just do it… I tell myself. I hold my breath again and focus on the woman below.

One… Two… Th- I exhale and lose focus. AISH!

Suddenly, my phone vibrates inside my pocket. I take it out. It appears that my client had sent me a message:

"Aren’t you going to do it? Please do it. Now."

Unlike my previous clients, this one’s a little mysterious - this person’s instructions are more of a plea than an order. I don’t really care though so long as I get to feed my beautiful wife and my son, Bambam. But it’s really weird. Why is this person basically begging me to kill this woman?

I hold my rifle once again, focusing on my target. I look through the scope.

For my wife and my son…

I relax and control my breathing.

One…

The woman just stands there making it easier for me to aim at her.

Two…

I hold my breath.

Three…

And the woman is down. People gather around her, some screaming, others looking for the attacker.

I smirk. Bingo! I’m done!

I start packing my things and left my little hideout situated at the top of an abandoned building nearby.

I send a message to my client, “Work’s done. You know what’s next.”

Ten minutes of joy and here come my feelings of guilt. I’ve done this for years already but I still feel remorseful every time I kill innocent people. I can't imagine the pain of losing someone I love. I refuse to because it makes me feel worse.

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