His Beloved Gun | MYG

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13. Date

Previously ON His beloved Gun:

Author P.O.V

"oh Look at those babies..." yoongi cooed.

"can you stop talking about assault riffles the same way you talk about kittens and puppies" beyol scrunched her nose at yoongi, who was in awe at the weapons in the display.

it was the next day now, after the firing at dairy queen, they had got a call that Choi's mansion was set on fire and some men tried to kidnap Nyra. Taehyung was on bed rest, for now, everyone was in the weapon room at Kim's place.

The room was sparkly white, with numerous shelves and drawers filled with Amos and guns and whatnot.

Except for taehyung everyone was in the room with Jin's Father, who showed them the new riffles they had got from Russia. Especially, since jin was taking over at his wedding in two days.

" I want everyone to be a check at all times. Especially jin and Myra and you all know why everyone will try to put out hands since things are sensitive about the wedding" Mr. Kim spoke with a very serious demeanor.

All of them nodded with a straight-cut nod with the same seriousness. "Alright then, I will leave y'all for the practice" Mr. Kim spoke.

"It's playing time babies" yoongi spoke, picking a sharp knife in his hand, and shuffling it in his hand without hesitation, smirking at his mates as Mr. Kim left them alone.

now

Yoongi P.O.V

We moved to a more open room jin and namjoon went for gun practice, leaving I, beyol, jimin, hoseok, and jungkook to ourselves.

we decided on practicing knife combat.

first, it was jimin vs hoseok, in which jimin won, then it was jimin vs jungkook in which jungkook won, now it was beyol vs jungkook.

she looks STRONG AS HELL, absolutely kicked ass at that workout, the way silver swayed in her hand, her body pumping red in rage and exertion, fire in her eyes, piercing through jungkook's soul, H O T,  pearl-like sweat covering her exposed abdomen, both of them are our best fighters, there fight is stretching long, none of them giving up, rolling each other on the mat, placing the knife on each other's throat every now and then, lastly beyol strangled jungkook's legs with her, making him fall on his stomach and climbing on his back, pulling him up by his nape snatching his knife and pinning his throat, settling the fight.

They stood up, my eyes locked with hers mapping her every move, they were glossy, vein-popping of her neck, jungkook threw the knife for me to catch. No emotion on her face, cold as ice, difficult to determine her move, hoseok passed her a cold towel to wipe herself. Her cinnamon-brown orbs glowing under the slight of sunlight creaking from the roof, exactly emitting at her eyes, sweat rolled down her sunset skin, her black tanktop dripping wet. Chest heaving, She licked her cherry thin lips, before gulping down the cool-aid.

As she finished her huge gulp I winked her for a beat she was starlet making my heart do a little flip dance, her eyes flickering close. 

I moved slowly towards her my left hand brushing her, eyes never leaving her, she raised her right hand with the blade towards me, before it could move past me, I held her wrist pulling her to my chest, my other hand on her waist holding her tight "wanna try that again sweetheart?" I asked her, deep down in her eyes,  she pushed me back. her free left hand going for my left foot, I again held her forearm,  this time turning her back, her back in my chest, I held her from her neck base by my left arm, my blade ghosting her moist neck, "cute" I whispered in her right hear, feeling a shiver going down her spine, her heart accelerating under my left arm.

This time she successfully swung her right leg on my leg, making me fall back on my back, she sat on my chest, pinning both hands above me, snatching the blade from me and throwing aside, I smirked at her, "kinky" at the word she lost a slight grip in my wrist, jungkook and jimin choked on an imaginary grape, hoseok's x-raying are every move. i moved my hands on my left turning her down, now she is below me, her hands pinned up, my eyes trailed for the first time from her eyes to her cherry lips, to the mole on left below her lips, flickering between her lips and eyes back and forth. The room went silent.

Subconsciously my face bent down to her lips, both our eyes closing softly, my lips were just an electron away from hers when the door opened with a loud bang, I went off from her, everyone's neck snapped in the direction, except hoseok's eyes still on beyol, slowly he looked in the direction as well, there stood Mr. Kim Taehyung ruining my moment.

"you okay now bro?" jungkook stepped towards the guy in green, bed hair, "yeah, just a muscle pain," he said showing his boxy grin, a part of me wanted to punch him right in the face for ruining our kiss, but then he spoke something that went off a bulb in my head, "dinner is ready..fresh up and come upstairs." everyone stood up, beyol still looking at the floor, I held her wrist as she was following others, "tell them beyol and I am going out for dinner," I said to taehyung, beyol looked now at me, jimin and jungkook wiggling their eyebrows left the room, hoseok just spoke a 'k' and left with taehyung.

I smiled ear to ear at beyol.

Later at Night.

I and beyol went to a small takeout, for lamb skewers, they make amazing lamb skewers, went on a grass hill with a view of than river and the illuminating city. we were climbing up the hill.

I was following behind her with the bags in my hand. "this is my life now, I have climbed upon this hill and I will die upon it soon" I said as we reached the top. spreading my arms.

she turned towards me resting on the green grass, "shut up it was just 15 min up here."

we quietly sat and ate our boxes, as we finished and kept the empty boxes aside, we sat facing the city, beyol's knees in her chest, her head resting on my shoulder, " Is this our first date?" she asked, I just hummed.

We all will agree to the fact that it is not easy to define 'Love'. Expressing your love for someone, therefore, makes it even more tangled. We all have been through moments when there is a surge of emotions that we feel for someone, one that we wish to enunciate; however, we are unable to formulate them. For centuries poets and lovers have been trying hard to put the feeling of love into words.

When you find somebody you love, all the way through, and she loves you—even with your weaknesses, your flaws, everything starts to click into place. And if you can talk to her, and she listens, if she makes you laugh, and makes you think, makes you want, makes you see who you really are, and who you are is better, just better with her, you'd be crazy not to want to spend the rest of your life with her.

my her is she.

"I saw that you were perfect, and so I loved you. Then I saw that you were not perfect and I loved you even more," I confessed, she turned towards me kissing my cheek she replied with a soft tone, and her simple I love you made firework on my cheeks.

i captured her lips softly with mine in a soft kiss.

"your lips are so soft i could kiss all day long" she spoke just above my lips and i kissed her again.

we layed back on the grass her head on my chest, grazing stars, showing each other different patterns in the stars.