#p writes

“Jump, baby! Daddy will catch you!” You shouted, and her eyes shifted to where you were sitting. She stared at you, her expression laced with concern, before she shook her head. You sent her a warm smile and a thumbs-up as she sighed and looked back at her dad, checking if he was still there. “I’m scared, Mommy! What if I drown?” She voiced out, bottom lip wobbling as her head filled with thoughts of worse case scenario, scaring herself to step back from the ledge.

“You won’t drown, baby. I won’t let anything happen to you, pinky promise.” Your husband dropped his arms before dragging one back up towards her, holding his pinky out for her to grab. She anxiously stared at his pinky finger then huffed, dropping her thumb from her mouth and reluctantly reaching out to interlock pinkies with him.

After a few seconds, (D/n) stood there, still hesitant to jump to him. You noticed your daughter's nervousness and sighed, getting up from your chair and walking to the pool stairs. You stepped in and paddled over to both of them once you acclimatized to the cool water. Looking up at your husband, you grab his bicep before leaning up and whispering, “I know what will get her to jump in.” He turns his head to look at you with an amused smile, slightly doubting you knew how to get (D/n) to jump, considering she has always been scared of the water. “Enlighten me then, my love.” You send him a smirk before turning back to (D/n). “If you jump, Daddy will buy you ice cream and get you the Barbie dream house you’ve been wanting!”

Her ears perk up, and her anxiousness turned into determination as her eyes locked on her father like a target. 

Your husband’s eyes grow wide, and before he could protest that ‘Santa would be getting her that for Christmas,’ your daughter took a leap of faith, cannonballing into him, splashing water on the concrete and the two of you. You turned away as the water splashed and laughed heartily as your husband grunted from the impact, sending both of them under the water.

“Good job, baby! You did it!” You exclaimed as your husband and daughter emerged to the surface. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her on his hip as she wiped the water from her face. You smiled, sneaking your arms around the both of them and placed a kiss on top of her wet hair, then one on your husband’s cheek.

As the hot summer afternoon continued on, you and your husband helped your daughter float and swim around the pool, splashing each other while sharing laughs and smiles.

So suddenly, hours passed. You noticed your fingers had become pruney, and the sun was about to set, signaling it was time to get out of the water and prepare for supper. You voiced that it was time to get out to your husband and daughter, and they both pouted before you all hopped out of the pool and dried off.

You made your way inside and entered the kitchen, your husband and daughter following behind you, smiles plastered on their faces. (D/n) walked up to you and hugged your leg, telling you that Daddy would help her get ready for dinner. You smiled, leaning down to kiss her cheek, "I’ll order Chinese for dinner. Sound good?” She smiled and nodded before running off to her room.

Your husband chuckled at his daughter and turned back to you, walking up and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Chinese for dinner, huh?” he asked, his tone laced with mischief. You wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a knowing look, leaning up and kissing his cheek softly. "You want something else?” He looked away, a blush dusting across his cheeks as his hands trailed down to your hips, tugging at the hem of your coverup. "Yeah, but I guess it’ll have to be dessert.” You snorted and placed a hand on his chest, patting him lightly to get him to look at you. Once he tuned back to look at you, you send him a soft smile, sliding your hand from his chest down to the towel that wrapped around his hips. You lightly trace your fingers along his skin teasingly, smirking up at him before pulling back your hand. “You’ll get to have me later, promise.”

He let out a groan as he threw his head back, and before he could whine out a protest, (D/n) shouted from the top of the stairs. “Hurry up, Daddy!”

You giggle as he grumbles, sliding a hand down your back to playfully smack your ass. He turned around to walk toward the stairs, not before stopping and speaking up.

“Can’t wait, Mommy.”

NAVIGATION, MASTERLIST ⋆ REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

As if things weren't bad enough, you got sick on Valentine's day.

You wrapped the blanket tighter around your form as you shivered in the slightly cold air. You groaned in exhaustion from puking your guts out for the second time in the past hour, your eyes could barely stay open, you felt like you were dying. And maybe that wouldn't be too bad, considering how bad your stomach ache was. Your boyfriend Tom was away for his movie and you couldn't go with him due to work. Just then your phone rang making you whine out loud, you didn't have to look because you already knew who it was. You immediately grabbed the phone, eyes widening at Tom's face on the small screen of your phone. Normally, you would answer the phone immediately but this time you were a little hesitant because Tom was oblivious of your little condition. Well, of course, you weren't gonna tell him, he gets worried easily and he's already stressed about his new project, you didn't want to add more pressure. Not to mention, he feels so guilty for not being here for valentine's day. But you couldn't not pick too, he'd definitely know something's up. As you answered the face time, a smile graced your lips nonetheless as your boyfriend's cheerful face popped on your screen, making you miss him all the more. You just wanted to wrap your arms around him and never let go and kiss him all over his face. Was that too much to ask for? You put on a cheery smile, trying your hardest to conceal your feral state. 

"Hi! How are you, Tommy?" your eyes widened at your raspy, weak voice, Tom's eyebrows furrowed just the tiniest bit, you chanted a prayer in your head, that Tom wouldn't think much of it. But to your luck, this just wasn't your day. 

"I'm fine, are you okay, darling?" Tom's voice was laced with worry, you immediately cleared your voice and thickened it, in an attempt to sound even somewhat okay than what your voice was insinuating. 

"Yeah, I am great, why do you ask?" you acted nonchalantly, his eyes narrowed suspiciously making you gulp in fear. 

"You don't look fine to me" his eyes were now in slits, at this point he knew something wasn't right. 

"What? No, I'm really fine." Your lips stretched in a big smile, which he wasn't buying even a bit. 

"Oh no, I definitely know something's up. What's wrong, love?" His voice dripped with concern and you could tell that he felt really bad for not being here with you. In times like this, you wish he didn't know you so well. 

"Nothing's wrong! Why are you saying that?" Your voice was getting weaker every time you spoke, you felt like, soon you wouldn't be able to speak properly.

"Because your eyelashes are wet, your face is very pale and your voice is very weak, darling, I'm really worried here so would you just tell me what's wrong?" He asks with his beady eyes, a huge frown settled onto his pretty face. 

"But if I tell you, then you'll feel bad" you sighed defeatedly, your voice selling you out allowing him to see your poor state. 

"No I won't, now please tell me, I'm worried sick here, did you get sick?" You slowly nodded to his question. 

"Yeah, but it's okay, I'm fine. I just threw up a little. No biggie" you tried to make it seem like nothing but his eyes almost popped out of their sockets when you mentioned throwing up. 

"Sweetheart, why didn't you tell me? I can see you're not fine at all" His face contorted in a hurt look, making you pout.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't wanna bother you, while you are away filming, I know you're already so stressed" you reasoned, but he looked more hurt than ever. You immediately regretted saying the first line. 

"No, you are not bothering me with these things. I want you- I need you to tell me these things. And I'm not that stressed to not know what my girlfriend's going through. I want to know everything there is to know" he looked so sincere, making your heart swell with love, you missed him so much. 

"I'm sorry, it won't happen again" 

"I hope so. Now, tell me what happened? Did you eat something bad?" He questions, genuinely interested. 

"No, I think I got cold" you sniffled "I'm on my period too" 

"Really? Now, I really wish I could be there now" 

"Hey, it's ok, don't feel bad. I'll be fine soon, Tommy." You tried to comfort him, making him sigh. 

"I just really really miss you, darling" he smiled sadly, making you smile softly at him. 

"I miss you too, Tom" you whisper, your eyes drooping with exhaustion, which didn't go unnoticed by Tom. 

"You should rest, love, and I think they need me on set" you would've protested if it wasn't for your heavy lids about to shut anytime. You hummed and murmured a small 'goodbye' before you put your phone aside, snuggling the plushie Tom got you for whenever he was away and slipping into a dreamless, deep slumber.

You woke up when you felt something coming up your throat, you groaned from exhaustion thinking what could possibly come out now when you had already puked out your lunch or everything you had eaten that day. You ran to that bathroom as quickly as your feet would allow you. Retching into the toilet, nothing but water coming out, which you drank to calm your insides. You fell onto your knees, resting your abdomen on the cold wall, your eyes slipping shut.

All of a sudden, you felt an arm wrap around your back and under your knees, swooping you up, if you had the energy you would've yelped or screamed. You wrapped around the person's neck, immediately recognizing the familiar warmth and scent, making you snuggle closer to him, your insides burst with happiness. At least, what's left of them, anyway. 

"Yay! You're home" you cheered weakly, your voice much worse than before. Tom sat down with you in his lap, your face nuzzled in his neck, breathing in his intoxicating smell, god how much you've missed that smell. You pressed a small kiss on his neck before looking up.

"Hello, love" he softly smiled at you, you returned an even bigger smile, looking into his beautiful chocolate orbs.

"Please tell me this isn't a dream because if it is, imma kill a bitch" he laughed at your joke, his eyes crinkling at the end, making you believe he was real and he was there. With you.

"Oh my dear Y/n, always wanting to kill someone." He mocked, making you smile wider at him. 

"And I'm right here, baby. Always and forever" he promised to make you melt into a puddle.

"Oh baby, you look so pale and weak" he worried, wiping a dried tear at the end of your eye. "How do you feel, now?"

"Awesome!" You tried to not sound sick, but Tom saw right through you. 

"I feel so exhausted," you admitted, closing your eyes. "And my stomach hurts really bad." You groaned, slowly opening your eyes to acknowledge Tom's expression.

"How bout I make you that soup that always makes you feel better?" you made a face at his statement.

"Yeah, I guess. But be back soon, I want cuddles" you tightened your arms around him, emphasizing your statement.

"I'll be right back" he kissed the corner of your lips, gently placing you down on the bed and tugged the warm quilts u top your body. You smiled and sighed softly, the moment sinking in. Tom flew, in between filming just to be with you, your eyes teared up at the thought. He was so sweet, your heart swelled with endless love for him, feeling it about to burst anytime now. You heard footsteps, making their way towards the bedroom.

"Here you go, darling" he sat next to you, passing the bowl to you. You didn't realize how much you were starving till you took a whiff of the soup, your stomach growling loudly, making Tom chuckle lightly. You immediately slurped the whole thing in a few minutes. You didn't wanna admit it but this time the soup tasted really good, maybe it was because you were really hungry. Tom took the bowl from you and placed it on the nightstand.

"Feeling better?" He asked, you crawled into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck, nuzzling in the crook of his neck, taking in his sweet smell your eyes fell close in bliss.

"Yes. Much better" you answered pecking right under his jaw. He kissed your neck in return.

"You should go to sleep now, baby" he rubbed your back soothingly, ready for you to get off of him. You did the exact opposite, you tightened your arms around him.

"Nooooooo" you whined loudly, wrapping your legs around his waist, completely trapping him up. "You traveled from the other end of the state, just to be here with me. I'm not gonna waste a. single. minute" you promised, kissing his lips. "So, how are you here? I thought shooting won't end for another two weeks" you looked up at him to gauge his reaction. 

"Well, I went up to them and told them to give me a day off because it's valentine's day and my girl is sick" every time, he said that your heart couldn't help but flutter. "And when they didn't, I had no other choice but to take out the big guns. So, I begged. And when I beg, I beg ugly" he said, wearing his proud smile, making you giggle. 

"Awww, I can't believe you did all that for me" you kissed him deeply, your hands playing with the small hair at the nape of his neck. 

"Of course, I would do anything for you, darling." He kissed you back with more passion, tightening his hold on you.  

"So…" you hesitantly started, gathering the courage to ask the question of which you really don't want an answer. "When will you be uh going back?" You looked up at him through your eyelashes, a small frown on your lips, already knowing you wouldn't like the answer. His lips pressed in a straight line, he looked down and then back up at your face, contemplating whether he should tell you or not. 

"Uhh, I'm here for only another day" he pouts at you, your frown deepening. "But hey, don't worry I'll be back in a week or two" he quickly added trying to lighten your mood but your frown didn't falter.

"What am I gonna do for two weeks apart from you? Two weeks are really long! Two weeks has 14 days and 14 days are not very less!" You whined, flailing your arms around like a child. 

"I know, I'm sorry, love. But I promise, they're gonna pass away within a blink of the eye" his voice dripped with sadness, making you sigh out loud, you knew you didn't have much choice here.

"Oo, hey I have an idea!" Your eyes lit up with excitement, he raised his eyebrows at you warily. "What if I come with you?" You smiled widely at him, over-hyped with the idea.

"Darling, as much as I would love it and I really really would, you have a job" he deadpanned, but your expression remained unchanged. 

"So, to hell with it! I'll find another one! I don't like it anyways!" His eyebrows almost reached his hairline, an incredulous expression on his face.

"You love your job"

"Pfft, I don't. They make me get up really early in the morning" 

"Sorry, darling but I'm not gonna let you quit, just cause of that. We both know you'll regret it later" he reasoned, you frowned and pouted at him petulantly.

"Nuh-uh! I'm coming with you. I don't care, I'm never getting off of you. You'd have to do your scenes just like this!" You clutched onto him as tight as you could. 

"Y/n" 

"No no no no no no. Take me with you! Please, I'm begging you!!" You gave him your best puppy dog face. His eyes softened, he pecked your lips repeatedly till your pout softened.

"Baby, you know you can't come with me" He rubbed your back up and down, soothingly. You sighed and nuzzled his neck again and mumbled a small 'yea I know.

"Hey, I bought something for you for valentine's day" he sets you down on the bed gently, going over to his bags, he sat on his heels and looked back at you, smiling "close your eyes, darling," he says cheekily, you roll your eyes at him playfully, a small smile playing on your lips nonetheless. You closed your eyes, tightly and waited, you slowly opened one eye a little and found Tom looking directly at you.

"Hey, no peeking!"

"Sorry!" 

This time you waited patiently with closed eyes, you felt the bed dip after a few minutes but didn't feel anything else, Tom was taking too long. You were about to whine out loud when you felt Tom's wet lips pressed against your cheek and something cold slide up your neck. You gasped lightly, opening your eyes, you looked down and found a beautiful heart-shaped locket adorning your neck, your smile brightened at the sight of it. 

"Tom! This is so damn gorgeous! Thank you so much! I absolutely love this!" You engulf him in a tight hug, he kisses your neck just above the chain. 

"Go on, open it" 

"Whoa, it opens?" You ask surprised, fiddling with the locket checking if it actually does. You stuck your thumbnail into the small space and it ticks open making you gasp. Inside was a photo of you and Tom, him hugging you from behind. You remember that day just like it was yesterday, one of the most amazing days of your life, every day with Tom was the best though. 

"I'm never taking this off. Ever" 

"Take it off when you're asleep, I don't want you choking on it" 

"Yeah, I'd rather choke on something else" you giggled. His eyes widened before a pink flush crept up his neck to his ears and cheeks. He shook his head murmuring something to himself about controlling himself, making you giggle more. 

"Don't tempt me, darling" he warned playfully, narrowing his eyes a little. You grinned, teasingly at him. "It's getting pretty late now, let's go to sleep. I know you must be exhausted" he rolled you both over so you were laying down and he was practically on top of you, he pecked the tip of your nose before getting off of you and the bed. 

Never once breaking eye contact, he took off his jacket, his t-shirt the following suit. You bit your bottom lip, as his buff torso came into view, maybe it was the fact that you're on your period or maybe it was because you've seen him after a very long time, in the meantime you got used to seeing him on your little phone screen, you almost forgot how all that could never make up for all this. All those shirtless pictures of Tom you've seen on social media could never be compared to this, it wouldn't be a fair competition. Anyways, you never wanted to jump his bones as much as you did at this moment and you don't know how you're gonna control yourself for another week. He smirked at your reaction, which made you even more bothered. You sighed out loud, accepting your fate and hoping the week passes by quickly. He took off his pants, you turned your head the other way because, oh boy oh boy! He threw on his sweats and jumped in bed, pulling you into his chest, you quickly snuggled up to him, listening to his steady and calm heartbeat slowly lulled you to a peaceful dreamless sleep. The last thing you heard was him whispering 'goodnight, princess' with a kiss on your head. 

You slowly stirred awake from your very deep and serene slumber, you hadn't slept this good for days and you figured the reason behind it was Tom, your human pillow, which was missing when you searched for him. Your eyebrows furrowed and a whine rumbled deep into your chest. "Tooommmmmm" when you got no response, the thought of him leaving came up to you and your eyes immediately teared up. "Tom?" your voice was small, almost like you were gonna start bawling your eyes anytime soon, your bottom lip started quivering. 

"Hey, hey, darling I'm right here." He entered the room getting into the bed. You immediately jumped into his embrace, making you let out a sigh of relief.

"I thought you left me" your raspy voice broke, making his heart clench. He cupped your jaw, making you look at him with a tearful gaze. He looked into your eyes softly, wordlessly reassuring you, your shoulders dropped in relief.

"I can never. Even if I want to"

You exhaled out, nuzzling into his neck, pressing a few pecks there. 

"And we have the whole day to ourselves before my flight" he softly mumbled against your neck, rubbing his lips against it knowing well it tickles making you giggle and pull back slightly. 

"There it is" he whispers almost like he's talking to himself, making you blush "my most favorite sound in the world".

"Now, you go freshen up I'll prepare your breakfast, yeah?" His thumb caressed your cheek lightly, you nodded in response, he kissed you sweetly before helping you out of bed and ushering you into the washroom.

***

A sweet fragrance hit you as you came out of the bathroom, freshly showered, in Tom's long t-shirt and your short shorts. The aroma was strong and sweet, you could practically taste it on your tongue, making your stomach grumble in hunger. You immediately sprinted into the kitchen with a big smile on your face and there he was in just his sweats making your favorite.

"Waffles! Yayy!" You cheered loudly, startling him, he turned around and smiled lovingly at you. 

"Yes and not just any waffles, strawberry waffles!" He grinned at you and motioned for you to sit. You sat down in the chair, your mouth practically drooling.

Tom placed your plate in front of you, which had a big waffle covered in whipped cream and red strawberries. You didn't even wait for Tom and dived straight into your meal. And when you took the first bite, a loud moan escaped your lips. 

It was the best thing you've ever tasted. 

"You like it, darling?" 

"I absolutely love it" you speak with your mouth full, making Tom chuckle. 

You both talked to each other about the stuff the other had been up to while Tom was away, resulting in you choking on your food a few times. When you finished up, you looked at Tom and made grabby hands. 

"Let's go back to bed, now"

"You wanna spend the whole day in bed?" He asks, amused, making your pout. He makes his way to you, standing in between your legs making you wrap your limbs around his muscular body.

"Well, yeah I don't wanna waste a single minute till you have to go away again. And I want cuddles, you have no idea how much I missed em. And well I wanted to do a lot more but you know… we can't" you say, quietly playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, looking at his delicious pecks, stealing small glances of his face once in a while. His eyes darken a little, his arms wrapping around your body.

"Yeah, let's go to bed" he abruptly picks you up, making you squeal. One hand lightly caresses your butt and the other holds your waist. You nuzzle into his neck, loving his warmth and his presence in general, which provides you with a great sense of security and comfort. 

As he reaches into the bedroom, you expect him to drop you onto the bed but he climbs onto the bed with you still in his arms. He lies down and gets the both of you under the warm covers, you giggle at his shenanigans, he wraps his arm around your waist pulling you close to his naked chest. His hand creeps under your shirt, caressing your hot skin, drawing random shapes. You look into his eyes with fondness, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. 

"Your eyes are so damm pretty" you whisper, caught in a trance. He chuckles lightly, pulling you, even more, closer to him.

"You say that all the time. Thanks, though we all know you have the best eyes in the whole world." Heat creeps up your cheeks at the comment, you playfully roll your eyes. 

"Pfft, that's not true." 

"Yeah, it is! I've never believed much in the quote 'eyes are the windows to the soul' until I met you. Your eyes hold so many emotions, I didn't even know half of them existed. They hold so much love for everything and the way they light up when you're excited or happy. The way they are small or looking down when you're sad, I don't like seeing them sad. I've never seen someone's eyes hold so much emotion in them, it's the main reason I fell in love with you. The moment I looked into your eyes, I was a goner, I knew I had to make you mine no matter what." He says, leaving you with a gaping mouth and eyes. "They're so pure and innocent that sometimes I get scared, someone will take advantage of that innocence" he slightly frowns at the thought, your eyes tear up at his words. 

"Oh, Tom… that is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me and ever will. You don't know how much that means to me." You sniffle, nuzzling in his chest. He lifts your face, looking at you with affection, he slowly connects your lips making your heart flutter. He bit your lip making you whimper, you both kissed each other for a while before pulling away before things got too heated. Your foreheads rested against each other, his thumb caressing your cheek just under your eye. He connected your lips, making you hum in pleasure. His one hand tangled in your holding you passionately against his mouth, yours went around his neck tugging at his hair, deepening the kiss. Soon, it became open mouth and sucking at each other's lips, a moan coming out of both of you momentarily. He licked into your mouth making you moan and tighten your grasp on his hair. You both pulled away before it got too heated, pressing your heads against each other. Then it hit you how little time you have with him, how much you're gonna miss him, his warmth, his security, his kisses, his hold, his words. The list was endless. 

You wanted to cry and convince him once again to take you with but you knew you couldn't. You pressed your body against him entirely, burying your face in his chest, he must've realized your downfall as he wrapped you in his embrace tightly, showering you with kisses. 

"Tom, don't-"

"Shh, princess" he cooed softly hushing you, knowing if you asked one more time, he would've stayed, he would've stayed no matter the consequences. "Let's just be in the moment, yeah?" He felt you nod against his chest. 

So you both just did that. 

You both hoped, the moment could freeze and you both could've stayed like that for the rest of the eternity. Hell, you both would die in each other's arms. 

***

Just like that, the time flew away, you both spent the day talking, making out, eating and cuddling, and more making out. 

It was time.

He had to leave in an hour, it was breaking your heart seeing him getting ready just to leave, you mentally prepared yourself and told yourself over and over again to not cry. He turned towards you in his white t-shirt, denim jacket, and his sexy jeans. He looked so dreamy. 

He sat down beside you, a sad expression on his face, mirroring your own. He proceeded to kiss you slowly but you immediately deepened the kiss, sucking on his lip with fervor. He pulled away, making you chase his lips. You whined lightly at him, making him peck you.

He smiled mischievously like an idea just popped into his mind.

"Lemme give you something to remember me by" he whispered lightly in your ear, peppering small kisses down your neck, his kisses getting intended by the second. Soon, he started nipping and biting at the flesh, making you whimper and close your eyes. He sucked harshly, definitely leaving behind a mark, he moved back admiring his work, with a small smile on his thin lips. 

"There," he murmurs, looking you in the eye. 

"What? Just one? I want more! Get on with it" you push his head back on your neck, he chuckles lightly before sucking on a different spot just above the chain of your locket, your sweet spot, making you fall on your back with a moan, he gets on top, not once stopping his actions. He focuses entirely on your neck and makes you moan and writhe, under him. After a good amount of time, he pulls away, biting his lip at the sight before him. You sprawled up on the bed with a wanton look on your face, neck covered in his name hickies, it was the most beautiful sight he's seen in a while. He sighs and takes a moment to gather himself. 

"You're making this so much harder than it already is, love," he says, looking up at you. You pull yourself up with him, kissing him farewell. 

"I'll se-" 

"Don't" you press your index finger on his lips, hushing him. "Don't say bye or I'll see you soon or anything" you say, the sad look returning to your features, tears forming in your eyes.

"Please don't cry, darling, I'm gonna start crying too", his eyes tearing up too, your lips quivered, his thumb slowly smoothed out your lips. 

"I'm not crying" you sniffled, trying your best to hold your tears in.

"I'm going to miss you so much, princess" he hugged you, your vision blurring. 

"I love you, Tom" 

"I love you more, (Y/n)" 

Tagging some moots:

“The skirt is supposed to be this short.”

Jungkook wasn’t quite convinced, but despite the sour look on his face, he decided not to give your provocative outfit any further comments.

“Kook, look at me. Why is your soul ignited by a short skirt? I know what the purpose of this date actually is, but it doesn’t stop us from having some fun. If anything, it makes us look more casual, like any other couple going out on a date, eating some dinner” you said, grazing your black painted nails along his prominent jaw. He wasn’t convinced, however, tossing the cloth he was cleaning his gun with across the bedroom.

“It’s showing too much skin, which attracts attention. And attention is something we don’t want.” His voice was low and if you hadn’t known him better, you’d think he was angry. But you did know him well and were confident that he was mostly concerned about any minor mistakes that could possibly occur during the night, he just wasn’t one to take any risks. The two of you didn’t have any time for mistakes, there was no room for any of that. Your job was always the same; fast, clean and neat. Minimum damage. And Jungkook wouldn’t have it any other way, no matter what. Nothing got before his job. “People are gonna like their view way too much.” He almost smiled. Almost.

“I wanna know your opinion, not other peoples. They don’t matter to me, but you do,” you said, walking around to the back of his chair to place your hands on his shoulders and make an attempt of massaging the tension away from his muscles. “Tell me what you think of this skirt.”

He sighed, making sure for the tenth time his gun was loaded before speaking. “Hot, gorgeous, beautiful… Whatever you want to call it. You already know what I think. However, my opinions have no value when it comes to our job. My emotions, your emotions, whatever we are outside of work has to be put aside, and you know that. It’s a thing we both agreed to when committing to this job and most importantly when we committed to this relationship.”

“I know. I know.” You let your hands drop from his shoulders, walking over to the bed again to pick up the other gun. Assassinating wasn’t what you imagined your future profession to be, far from it. The little girl inside you grew up believing she’d one day spend her days on planes serving drinks to all kinds of different people, getting to travel across the globe and meet all kinds of cultures. Her dream was to become a flight attendant, not someone who ended the life of more businessmen than fruit flies.

But here you were with a gun in the holster around your thigh, the short skirt just long enough to cover it and enough adrenaline to keep you up for the rest of the night. Your whole life made a sudden turn one rainy night a few years back when you got to the wrong place at the wrong time. You didn’t know how, because to this day he really refused to talk about what really happened back then, but one thing was for sure; if it wasn’t for Jungkook your life would’ve ended there and then. That was when you swore an oath to make it up to him for saving your life, no matter what it took.

Only that it took everything from you, literally. Your identity, your family, your friends, you. Your past life was no more, and for all your beloved knew you really did die that day. For a while, you didn’t really understand what was going on, all he had told you was that you were in danger and needed to trust him, and you did. After all you didn’t really have a choice, you were stranded after being on the brink of death and trusting Jungkook was really your last resort. You ended up trusting him so blindly it didn’t take long before you realised he had stolen your heart - and you didn’t want it back. His dark eyes swept you off of your feet from the first glance, and it was something about the way he looked at you that made you forget about everything. His gaze always felt like home, like pure safety. Those dark eyes could get you into trouble without even intending to.

The two of you only grew closer with time, friendly hugs of comfort turning into lustful looks that ended up crossing the friendship barrier and becoming a relationship. You knew it was risky, you didn’t want your heart broken after all the things you had to go through, but you just couldn’t say no. Every inch of your body needed him, his presence, his love. You both swore to keep this relationship outside of your job, it was needed to make things work. The job came first, in any situation. That was how he always had lived and he wouldn’t change it for anything, not even you.

He taught you all about his work and you soon realised he had to be among the best assassins ever, not only locally but globally. At first all he said sounded so absurd that you didn’t want to believe it, but seeing him in action changed your every belief. It was only a matter of time before you had taken on his traits and skills and began to understand the rush of adrenaline this kind of job caused and why it was so addictive, almost like a drug. You hated it, but at the same time you had grown to love it.

The feeling of having control over something so precious as a life was really.. Sinisterly good. It had changed you as a person, no matter how much you tried to deny it. The past you and all your morals were left with the girl that died in a car crash - the car crash that was fabricated by the people Jungkook worked for. You could’ve never imagined yourself being a ruthless killer, lurking in the dark and luring your prey down into a trap; giving them a one way ticket to hell.

“Anything else?” the waitress asked with a polite smile, Jungkook shaking his head. You couldn’t help but let your eyes follow the movements of his lips as he smiled back before speaking up. The brightness of his smile could almost light up the dimly lit restaurant.

“No, thank you, water will do. We are waiting on some people,” he replied, handing her the menu back before turning his head to face you. “What’s the time?”

“19:40, we’ve still got time. He should arrive in about five minutes,” you said once the waitress was far enough, fiddling with the ring around your thumb restlessly. Unlike him, you always found yourself stressing before a mission, getting slightly agitated. He was always so calm, even when things didn’t go as planned he somehow managed to act like he had everything under control, and you truly admired that.

He nodded, casually trying to pick up a conversation about a movie you had seen together last night until his eyes caught something that made him stiffen. Although, that was only for a split second, before he smiled to conceal his reaction and act normal.

“He’s here. Once he walks out that big wooden door, follow him. You know the rest,” he instructed, placing his hand on top of yours. It caught you by surprise, he never showed much affection during work, but you appreciated it greatly right there - even if it was just for the sake of looking as casual as possible. “You’ve been tense lately, don’t think I haven’t noticed that. I know we’ve been under a lot of pressure but you got this. I know you can handle things like this, it’s no biggie for someone like you baby.” His smile was bright and genuine, his eyes full of adoration and love, and it put your heart at ease. Truth to be told, he was a cold blooded killer when he worked, you could never deny that, but at the end of the day you didn’t work for the bad guys. You just did the dirty work for the good guys so they wouldn’t have to stain their reputation with the blood of their offers - or so you always told yourself. It was what you wanted to believe.

You nodded, taking his hand in yours and giving it a squeeze as your eyes caught the tall, suited man exiting through the targeted door. “I’ll see you soon,” you said and stood up slowly, trying not look like you were in any kind of rush. Jungkook’s gaze burned into the back of your neck as you walked away from your table and over to the door. He trusted you with this.

Surprisingly, the door lead to a long corridor with another exit at the other end, and the man was nowhere to be seen. You figured he had walked through the door at the other end, there was no other way out really, so you walked through the hallway and grabbed your gun, pulling it out of the holster. While at it, you slipped the silencer out of a small pocket on the front of your shirt, twisting it on - getting ready for whatever that was awaiting you at the other end.

Who this man really was, you weren’t sure. It was usually Jungkook who took care of those details. Most times you preferred not to know. But as soon as you walked through the heavy door into a dark room, you were pinned to the wall and whatever came next felt like a complete blur. Somehow you got the guy off of you, hitting the lightswitch with your elbow and getting a glimpse of the man's face. That was all you needed to reassure yourself it was the right guy, but it also gave you a view of the gun in his hand he desperately was trying to load. It didn’t take more than a second for you to raise your hand a pull the trigger, watching the man fall to his knees just before he could do the same. The blood started to pool around him on the floor, seeping out of the wound on his forehead. For the first time ever, the moment of victory didn’t feel euphoric, the rush wasn’t there. Maybe it was because you had never been all on your own, you usually always had Jungkook on your side up until now. Or maybe it was because this man had almost - just almost - turned the situation around and taken your life instead. Whatever it was, it momentarily made you reconsider everything.

You lifted your head as the door opened, meeting Jungkook’s dark, worried eyes. You assumed you had been gone for longer than the five minutes you had agreed on, or else he wouldn’t be here. You met him with a faint smile but he didn’t return it, knowing you had only smiled to seem like things were fine. He knew the look on your face, it was exactly like the first time he brought you along on a mission like this.

“You know we have to get back to the table soon. The crew will be over to clean up shortly,” he said pushing some loose strands of hair out of your face. You swallowed thickly and nodded, your throat feeling dry like the Sahara desert. “Are you okay?”

He knew you weren’t really, but the small sign of affection warmed your heart. You looked up into his eyes and sighed, leaning your forehead against his for a brief moment. For a split second everything felt okay, the feeling of dread was gone as long as he was here by your side. He placed his hand on your cheek, pressing a small kiss to your lips before stepping back, letting you speak.