Love is Stronger than Blood (Snowdrop Oneshots)

63- "fight me"

Lee Kangmu rolled his eyes playfully at what Jang Hanna had just said.

"Stop telling me to fight you whenever I say something that mildly annoys you," he said. "You know I could easily beat you in a fight."

"Are you sure about that?" His fiancée asked from where she leaned against the other side of his desk, looking over a file in her hands. "I almost shot you in the head once."

"That wasn't a fight," Kangmu said.

"I still have my revolver in my inside pocket," Hanna warned. "Don't test me."

"You're terrifying, jagiya," Kangmu said, his voice laced with sarcasm as he pushed his chair back and stood.

Hanna frowned, her eyes still fixed on her papers. "Ya—"

All of a sudden, Kangmu was right in front of her, pressing her between himself and the desk.

"Really," he whispered, smirking at the way her cheeks lit up red once she realized how close he was to her. "You can be scary, Hanna-ya. Just not to me."

Before Hanna could say anything or even take another breath, his hand came up to her cheek, tilting her head up as he leaned in to kiss her. Their lips met and Hanna immediately returned the kiss, wrapping her arms around him. Kangmu's hand that had been on her cheek slipped down as his other one rested on her waist. As he kept her distracted by kissing her lips, Kangmu carefully and subtly reached into Hanna's light coat, finding the inside pocket and pulling her revolver out. As soon as he'd gotten the gun loose, he abruptly broke the kiss and stepped back with a smirk on his face.

Hanna was confused at first, but then she opened her eyes and saw her fiancé holding her favorite weapon. She pressed her hand against her chest where it had been, only to feel nothing inside her pocket.

"Gae-sae-ggi," she muttered, glaring at his smug expression. "Give that back!"

Kangmu held it teasingly out of reach, and since she was a bit shorter than him, Hanna couldn't reach the gun. He passed it to his other hand when she tried to jump and grab it.

"Stop playing with the firearm," she scolded. "It's loaded, you know."

"It's on safety," Kangmu said. "But if it makes you feel better..."

He clicked out the cylinder of the revolver and took out the bullets, catching them in his other hand as he kept holding the gun above his head. Hanna tried to push him against the wall or a cabinet so she could get her weapon back, but he was wise to her attempts and sidestepped her every move.

"I hate you," Hanna complained, pouting and making another grab for her gun, which also failed.

Kangmu slipped the bullet cartridges into his pocket. He put her revolver down onto his desk, but before Hanna could take it back, he grabbed her in a tight hug, hauling her against his chest while pinning her arms to her sides.

"You hate me, but yet you still promised to marry me," he teased. "You're an enigma, love."

"Dak-cho," she whined. "Let go of me."

"Why?" He asked, smirking into her hair. "I thought you liked me hugging you."

Hanna made her entire body go slack and lifeless, so if he wasn't holding her, she'd have dropped onto the floor like a pile of bricks, which was what she was planning to do to escape his grip. Kangmu grunted at the sudden weight, but he adjusted himself and simply swept her off the floor, carrying her to one of the tables in the room and putting her down on it.

Hanna sighed in exasperation, but it didn't last for long until her fiancé kissed her again on the lips.

"You know..." he mumbled between quick pecks. "There's a training room in the basement... if you actually want to fight me."