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-ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ-

The stench of blood lingers in the eerily silent rooftop, with dead bodies lying scattered with bullet wounds. Jaemin and you stay behind a large pillar, your black short dress soiled with dust and blood.

❝Babe, that hurts❞ a quiet hiss leaves your lips, as the knife in your partner's knife sliced through the soft skin of your arm accidentally. You kept the pained hiss down, as your eyes scan around for potential threats around you. He would have done a whole set of first aid if this had happened at home but sadly, you both were on a mission to take down bastard from your boss' list, so he nervously smiles whilst scratching the back of his head, ❝Oops. Sorry❞ he whispers, but you certainly did not miss the way his tongue wetting his lower lip and a small grin playing on his lips, as he looks at you up and down.

❝All dead?❞ you hear Chenle's voice through the receiver, ❝Yeah❞ you say after Jaemin checks the vicinity for any more hit-men around. You let out a relieved sigh, shoving the gun to the older and pulling out the knife from your thigh strap. You stride towards the barely alive leader, writhing in pain, Jaemin following you quietly. You sadistically smile, pressing the sharp edge of the knife to his left cheek, slicing the blood stained skin to engrave your gang's sign. You mute out the screams, with a sweet chuckle and plunges the knife into his throat and Jaemin shoots the man straight in forehead.

Mission accomplished.

Jaemin pulls out his kerchief, to tie it around your arm. It had stopped bleeding already yet a little red with dried blood. You hiss, shutting your eyes close and curling your fingers around his sleeve, when he tightens it around the cut. When you open your eyes, you were not surprised to find the older's face near you, leaning in to kiss you, but you press your finger to his lips, ❝If you want to suck my face, do it in a place without dead people❞ you mutter, smirking when he licks his lips once again. He whines cutely, stomping away from the crime scene like a kid who's denied a candy. You chuckle, shaking your head, following him out from the rooftop, to Chenle's car waiting outside the deserted building.

The drive to your home was quite peaceful with just small talks between you and Chenle while Jaemin kept quietly toying with the strap that held the knife to your thigh, eyes never straying from it. You notice the shine in his eyes, as he plays with it, slightly pressing it to your skin not enough to cut yet enough to feel the cold metal. You quietly gasp at the coldness, and watch the way Jaemin's lips curl into a sly smirk. You never really left Jaemin alone with a knife, because even when you are around he brought disaster with it. Sometimes you wonder if he's really clueless about knives or if there's some other reason.

Jaemin smiles, when you hiss again. You glare at him, pulling his hand away from the knife. He pouts unintentionally, and you almost gave in, to let him play with the knife but the car comes to halt in front of a cottage in the outskirts of Seoul.

You groan as soon as your back hit the soft mattress, but you couldn't fall asleep just like any other day. You tend to stay awake for the rest day of the day after completing your mission. Jaemin quietly comes in, shirt discarded somewhere, with hot chocolate for you and first aid kit in his hand.

He silently cleans up the cut and puts on a band aid without saying anything as you devour the hot chocolate. You could see that he was sulking, being petty for denying your knife. You really wanted to laugh at him, but you know that the only way to tame your boyfriend is giving what he wants, so you pull out your knife from the draw, this is a special one, you never used it because you wanted to present it to Jaemin once he mastered how to use it, yet now you place it on his hand. He looks at you, with his oh so perfect smile, the smile that can make you do anything for him, ❝Pretty❞ he mutters, as he examines it, a pretty snake carved in the heel.