Dirty Deeds || Kim Hongjoong x FemReader

No Blood in Art

A month passes by. I find myself smiling more and being more... human.

I still kept to my sarcastic and annoying ways, keeping everyone (especially Hongjoong) on their toes for what I might do next.

Hongjoong and I in that month have become more intimate, if that was even possible. We go on dates, do things together, have super awesome cool sex, ya know things like that.

I avoided going out on any more jobs in that month because I didn't want to lead my brother closer to me. Every time I left the compound, I made sure I wore a hat and sunglasses, and sometimes even a mask like celebrities do when trying not to be noticed in public.

Having to take all these precautions made me nervous and frustrated.

I'm quite capable of taking care of myself, but as everyone keeps telling me: it's better to be safe than sorry.

"Y/N," Hongjoong whines, pulling me closer to his warm body under the covers, "I can feel you thinking. Go back to sleep."

"I'm too awake now to go back to sleep." I whine back at him, tussling his hair.

With Hongjoong's hair growing by the day, his natural roots were making an appearance. As for my hair, I gave up on the dark blue and dyed it one of my f/cs.

He let out a soft sigh and let go of my waist so I could slip out of his bed.

I planted a soft kiss on his head and then silently left his room, allowing him to get some well deserved sleep.

"You two are so loud," Mingi solemnly states when I walk into the kitchen.

"That sounds like an iss-you not and iss-me," I shrug.

Mingi rolls his eyes and continues cutting up a variety of fruits. Jongho walks by, sees what Mingi is doing, shakes his head and sighs, and keeps walking.

"What are you making?" I ask, sneaking a strawberry into my mouth.

"Fruit salad. Wanted to try something new." He swats my hand away as I reach to pluck a handful of grapes from a bowl.

"Cool. Are you making enough for the herd?"

"I have to. Last time I didn't, Yunho didn't talk to me all day, and Wooyoung started pummeling me."

"Damn. You guys are petty as fuck."

"Coming from you, that's rich."

I give his shoulder a light punch and start to walk off, stealing a few strawberries on my way. "Let me know when it's ready."

~~~

The vast garden right outside the compound has become my new place to go relax, take naps, plan murders, sit and breathe the fresh air, pick flowers, and all that fun stuff. Sometimes someone else will sit here with me, but most of the time it's just me and my thoughts.

Sitting on the bench warmed from the bright sunlight, I let out a big huff of air. Immediately upon sitting here, do I already feel better. My worries slip away, I get to watch the flowers blow gently back and forth in the breeze and I get to feel the warm sun warming my heart.

I take out my knives to inspect them, as I do regularly.

Both knives still have their nicks and scratches, but now, Haneul's initials are completely vanished. A small rectangle of leather is missing from the handle of the knife. 

I flip them in the air, happy to see that the metal still glints when the sunlight bounces off them.

But as I start to put them away, I see a figure approaching me from my peripheral vision.