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The cold air whipped through the night, making anybody shiver from the intense feeling wanting to head home and stay cuddled into their warm blankets with some hot chocolate. Of course people were probably doing that as of right now but unluckily, Zola was doing something different and irritating.
Completely focused and driven, she didn't let the weather get to her as she had large black sweater along with a black leather jacket on. Leather gloves on her hands keeping her warm as possible, Zola gripped the gun firmly as she aimed it in front of her vision making sure her target never got out of her sight.
"If you wanna do things right, you gotta do it yourself." She sighs to herself, holding both hands on the sniper, latest model of a Barrett M82 which helped immensely to kill from long distances. Zola herself was on top of another building not letting herself be seen by the fancy party goers. According to her, they were everything she had distaste for since they were pompous rich assholes. The woman almost scoffs at the sight of the man letting multiple women dangle from his arms while he smoked a cigar in triumph.
"Let see, head or should I start with the balls first?" She asks, not looking away as she hears a man laugh.
"Always amusing as usual."
She ignores him as she waits for the right time to pull the trigger. In the corner of her eye, seokjin steps in front of the edge to watch everything go down with a daring glint in his eyes. He stays steady knowing it's time, the man in the annoyingly shiny suit takes a girls neck in his hand and shoved his retched tongue down her throat before a bullet was zooming towards his head. The girl clearly giggles before shoving him away only to scream when discovering the blood trickling down his head and she drops him.
At this Zola smiles internally but keeps a stoic look on her face. Seokjin see this of course wanting to roll his eyes at the familiarity.
"You will never not remind me of a certain person-
"Yeah, Hoseok I get it." Zola collects her gun as she cut him off almost shooting him since she was annoyed at how many people had told her the same thing. After shoving the gun into her bag, she placed her hat back on basically covering her face before shoving the bag into Seokjins wide chest.
"Try not to piss me off." She suggests.
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Hoseok softly pushes his hair behind his ear, not letting it get into his sight as he focused in on the cards in front of him. The man across from his sat with his chest puffed out, clearly not understanding who sat in front of him. Hoseok doesn't say anything though, even if he does lose this man won't get shit but he doesn't brag. Cold eyes carefully watching while his posture hunched over as if he didn't have a care in the world.
"You should cut your hair, you're starting to look like a bitch." The buff guy laughs, trying to upset Hoseok. He smiles at this. "And you look dainty, any guy in here might take their pick with you."
Hoseok badly wanted to take his plastic fork and jam it right into the guys eyeball, but he stays calm only looking up at him with a icy look before slowly smiling. Getting up, the smaller male places the cards down before taking his time to grab the cigarettes off the table before walking away in a mocking way. The guy basically screeches as he gets up to follow him.
"Hey! We're not finished."
"Yeah, we're not." He smiles, snapping his fingers then quickly two burly men came around him and snatched the guy by the arms.
