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9. Kang Daniel | Mission

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Prompt: #7 – "Live, laugh, love. If that doesn't work, then load, aim, fire."

Pairing: Kang Daniel x reader

Genre: mafia/gang au / mildly suggestive

Warnings: talk of weapons

Word count: 949

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"Live, laugh, love. If that doesn't work, then load, aim, fire."

This was the mantra you had been taught as a youngster by your Grandfather, and for some time the words had made little sense to you. Now as an adult, you understood them very well.

And that's why you held the gun towards his head. You were calm and focused, and the man under your aim stared back at you, unmoving. Admittedly, that was the only annoyance you held in the moment; most of your prey would be shaking from head to toe by now, begging for mercy.

You had little to give, having lived this lifestyle for most of your life. All the same, you felt more at ease when there was routine to your missions, not having to try and decipher what was going through the victim's head like you were now.

"Follow out your task," he instructed, and you cocked back the hammer slowly, your hand still maintaining its perfect grip on the handpiece. Your finger ran along the trigger but didn't press it yet.

You wanted to see how long he would remain unyielding for, to find out what his next reaction would be. And yet he gave you no satisfaction in offering you anything more than his resolute gaze, hard and unnerving. It was making you hesitate.

You wondered what your Grandfather would be thinking if he were still alive. He hadn't trained you to be this pathetic.

As you mulled over your thoughts, it was a perfect opportunity for the victim to test his luck with you, expertly swinging the barrel and pulling the gun out of your grip, the muzzle now pointing square at your forehead. You couldn't help but smirk; it had been a good move.

"You'll never get to lead a mission if you hesitate this much, Y/N," he told you sternly, dropping the gun away from your face with a heavy sigh. "You're not ready."

"It was only because it was you," you muttered, giving him a sour look and moving away. He followed you, blocking your escape and pointing the gun at you again. You glanced at him warily.

"Why couldn't you shoot me? If your mission requires it, then you must."

You placed a hand on your hip, moving forward towards the weapon, and him. "Could you shoot me?"

He didn't answer right away, his eyes wrestling behind their warmth. It always made you smile, Kang Daniel was one of the strongest contenders in your gang, and yet his eyes always were warm and inviting. Unlike most of the cold hard killers you knew, his skill was down to making others believe he was a friend, not foe. It made him deadly to others.

And it made you love him even more. You pulled the barrel down and placed it over your chest, his hand unwavering and his gaze continued to battle yours. "Could you?"

"If I had to," he assured, though he dropped the device too easily after the moment that you couldn't trust in him. Daniel turned and you instantly wrapped your arms around his waist, nestling into his back, a stark difference from the hold up you were both practising on one another a moment ago.

"I'd rather leave the guns behind us," you murmured, leaning around his arm to see his face. A smile was placed upon his lips. "I'd rather live, laugh and love with you."

"That saying was given to us both to torment us eternally Y/N. Grandfather knew neither of us had the ability to hope for a life outside of this world."

"You don't envision it?" you asked, Daniel swinging around in your arms gently. You pouted. "Maybe I'm the only foolish one here."

He captured your lips gently, your own smiling against him. For a skilled killer, he was the sweetest lover. When you parted, Daniel rested his forehead on yours. "You're the reason I'm going to get badly hurt one day."

"If you get injured, it best be alongside me."

"Why so we can leave this earth together?" You nodded and he chuckled. "I'd rather us live out a long life instead."

"Killing people?"

He shook his head. "Helping people. Healing our own souls."

"Do we even have a right to do so, we're full of sins."

"Would you try to do so, even if it meant repenting for the rest of your life?"

You pondered his words for a moment and smiled up at him. "I could do anything if you were with me."

"Except shoot me," he reminded playfully and you grinned, taking the gun he still held and placed it down on the bedside table, pulling him back towards your bed by his shirt, your hands undoing the buttons as you went.

"I don't think you'll be successful doing that either," you murmured as you fell onto the bedding, the man moving over top of you a moment later. He kissed you passionately, and your legs wrapped around his waist in the heated moment.

Daniel yanked off his shirt. "Why do we always end up in bed after playing with guns, Y/N?"

"I don't know," you answered breathlessly, his mouth now attacking your upper chest feverishly. You closed your eyes at his heavenly embrace. "But I like that we do."

"You'll be the death of me one day," he muttered, and you grinned, he always said that to you every time things went this way.

"As long as you don't shoot me, I'll be able to revive you," you teased, shedding yourself of your layers, and getting lost in the world of lust with your lover.

You had a new mission to complete.

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