"𝘐'𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯."
One dreadful night was all it takes for these two to met. They were bound to stumble upon each other as they were having a rough day.
Y/n sipped her d...
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"My client saw you." Hanma claimed in a middle of the conversation.
He was helping her to rubbed her back since she couldn't reach it. He had his sleeve folded up to his forearms, bending down to get a closer look. Sometimes even tickled her side just to pissed Y/n off since she's very ticklish.
"Is that the reason why you need to kill me?" She asked then splashed water to his face for revenge.
He stuck his tongue out when she's not looking. The soapy water didn't get in his eyes because of the glasses he was wearing.
"Mhm." Hanma hummed in response. He was taking it slow, stroking her back using loofah sponge in order to remove the dead skin cells. After that, he took the time to massaged her soft skin.
Y/n should be mad for letting a mere stranger that she met at the club to help her shower. But hey, can she actually decline when he was doing a favor instead of killing her? Nope. Not when his big hands was kneading just at the right spot.
'A back rub after a tiring day is better than nothing.' She thought while hugging her knees.
Hanma was reaching for something when she looked back to him. His side profile was no joke. He was a pretty man when he close his mouth. With that jawline and long neck, he could be a model instead of an assassin.
Why did he became an assassin anyway?
He babbled about something again. Probably nonsense like how small the dildo was and held it up to his face.
Wait what?
That brought her back to reality. Y/n watched Hanma's face turned into disgust. "Why did you bought this? Mine is big-"
She snatched the tampon in his hands. "That's not a dildo!" She threw it in the sink that was too far to reach, incase he try to grab it.
"Hey, give it back! I'm not done making fun of you just yet." He whined childishly. How old is he actually? It's like he was 12 years old in an adult body.
"That's not a play thing, Hanma." She stated. Heat rushed up to her face making her turned away in embarrassment. Hanma noticed it but decided not to point it out. Instead, he let out a small chuckle.
"So-" He sat on the tub, beside her while giving her the side eye.
"What'd you do for living to own a house this big, Y/n?" He questioned, dropping his smile. He still got that soft face on him while saying her name for the first time.
