Taehyung’s reflection grew hazy as steam from the hot shower filled his bathroom. With his lips pressed together he took a deep breath clearing his mind for the day ahead. It was a last minute ritual which no doubt would reflect in the video, and he wasn't a man who liked to be outdone.
Running his hand through his hair, he picked up his phone and eyed the bloodied black bag in the corner. Like the dead woman lying in the basement, it needed to be taken care of by the organisation. They were paid well to ensure any trace of their bloodshed was removed.
It was time to make the customary call and give the order.
'We're leaving in an hour,’ he rasped down the line, ‘I expect no trace of her when we return.'
Taehyung tossed the phone aside and swiped his palm across the mirror to clear a window of condensation. The reflection was close to perfect, every feature perfectly proportioned. The downward smirk on his full lips, dark brown oval eyes lined with long lashes, and three perfectly placed freckles.
Nothing short of a Greek God.
Clucking his tongue, he moved closer to inspect the shadow forming beneath his chin and grimaced as he adjusted the towel at his waist. That needed to go. He was reaching for the shaving foam when a rush of cool air prickled his skin and the steam vacated the bathroom.
Taehyung mumbled a few choice words beneath his breath; he couldn't even take a shower in peace.
Ignoring the intrusion, he continued his routine, carefully spreading the foam over his jawline as his friend joined him in the mirror. Jimin was here to no doubt borrow his cosmetics. 'What do you need?'
'A couple of things, don't mind me,’ Jimin flashed a wide smile.
Just as the razor touched his skin, Taehyung was nudged to the right and Jimin's body obscured his view as he clumsily reached for the bag of luxurious lotions and creams. 'Sorry.'
Taehyung stopped, holding the razor mid-air as he glared at his friend. 'Just hurry up and take a shower. We're leaving in less than an hour.'
Trying again, Taehyung lifted his chin to remove the unwanted stubble as Jimin cheekily slid the glass panel and tested the water.
'Your shower, not mine,' Taehyung growled.
Jimin raised an eyebrow as if to question why not, while Taehyung matched his expression, letting him know he wasn't joking. He was used to Jimin’s mischievous behaviour, but he had a perfectly adequate shower of his own within he house, and they had no time to fuck around today.
This man had no concept of time.
Placing a hand on each shoulder, Taehyung spun Jimin around and marched him to the door.
'But I still need the cream and shampoo!' he protested.
Once he pushed him over the threshold, he snatched up the bag of toiletries and handed them over. 'Go. Now. Make sure the video is uploaded before we leave too.'
'Relax, Tae,’ Jimin retreated while licking his lips, ‘it's already done.'
With Jimin finally out of his way, Taehyung picked up his razor for the third time, but his knee slammed against the marble vanity when his towel was swiftly tugged from his waist and launched on the floor.
‘What the-' he roared in outrage.
'Thirty minutes, Tae,’ Jimin mocked. ‘Don't be late.'
Taehyung couldn't help but chuckle as Jimin left him standing there exposed.
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