Glitter and Gunshots

~Sorcerer of Seduction~

"Excuse me?" Y/n's mouth dropped open, her thick brows scrunching before she raised a singular one. Then came the laugh—a deep, disbelieving snort.

In an attempt to hide the burning blush that flared across my cheeks, I quickly turned back to hammering the wooden stake into the ground with increased vigor. Still, I knew she couldn't miss my flaming, fire truck red ears.

"You really think I'd accept the invitation to perform with you, oh Sorcerer of Seduction?" She scoffed again. She pushed herself upon a wooden beam of the freshly constructed scaffolding, grinning from ear to ear, her canines glistening in the late morning's strong, angled sun. 

"Not my choice," I spat, then grit my teeth to get myself to shut the hell up before I shut her the hell up. It's be one thing if I'd suggested y/n joined me onstage, but it was a completely different thing when Namjoon had demanded it. I remembered his words from earlier this morning, when he'd escorted me to the backmost train car. 

Placing his hands on the rusted railing, his glossy gaze shifted over the expanse of rich, rolling hills, peaking purple mountains, golden and pink blossoms, bubbling brooks, and--most importantly--an abundance of well off, bored inhabitants scattered among the distant and lavish surrounding villages. 

His jaw had twitched as he spoke to me, voice even deeper and raspier from just awakening from his sleep, but his eyes as clear and sharp as always. 

"You know, Kookie--you're really damn lucky we all like you so much here. If Tae Tae had brought a freelance assassin on the run--one we'd been ordered to find in return for an exceedingly large payment--she'd be gone in an instant. Mostly because Tae is too much of a sweetie to know the difference between right and wrong. And while you have that innocence, I know you know the risks and costs of taking this girl in--for the time being, of course."

I'd nodded, rubbing the paw of my sweater against my itchy, sleepy eyes. 

"So. I'm making the decision to trust you with something even bigger. Because you brought her into this, kid--not Jin or Hobi, or any of the others. And while we're gonna do our best to get her out, we're gonna need her to be under cosntanrt supervision, as well as Bangtan Security."

"Meaning..." 

"Meaning.... We're all gonna have to make sacrifices. Share resources. Work as a team. And for you, that means training her to be a part of your act."

Now, the biggest sacrifice I was making was to not pound y/n into the ground with the hammer in my hand. Her patronizing laugh rang through my ears as the sweat was poured down my face. 

Don't. Let her. Get to you. 

My eyelids fluttered closed. In... Out.

But of course

She had to push it.

"What, upset I'm not worth the costs you sacrificed for me? Get used to it, because I'm not budging." She huffed then, crossing her arms and jutting her chin out like a complete child. I'd noticed she'd seemed more on guard today after we'd overheard Yoongi and Namjoon hyungs' shouting match after the Hwang Tribe had been spotted within a hundred miles of the original venue we had planned to perform at before the change of plans named Hwang y/n waltzed into the picture. This, though, was the last straw—the final spark that lit a whistling, quaking powder keg that was ready to burst.

The pressure to prove y/n's worth to Yoongi hyung—as well as my own dignity in doing so—, prepare y/n to be show ready in a week, protect the assassin, and exceed the expectations Namjoon hyung had placed for me in deciding to trust me—it was all too much combined with the never-ending, forever-running, brutally-insulting, and pride-derailing mouth of y/n.