A Kim Taehyung ff.
[Book 2]
"Nice to meet you, S."
The doctor and the Gangster lived their lives peacefully until the darkness begins to invade their life again.
Everything falls apart. The laughter turned into sobs...
The nightmare of the country...
You have to be the strongest in your weakest moments.
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[A/N: Play the song attached.]
🔞Mature🔞
"Taehyung, target the red dot," Sri instructed her husband. Taehyung put in his safety earplugs and raised the gun, focusing on the target before squeezing the trigger.
The shot landed perfectly on the mark, and a satisfied smile spread across the Gangster's face. "Well done. You learn fast."
Taehyung rolled his eyes, lowering the gun. "Thanks, but I'm not using this for real. My hand hurts already."
Sri flashed him a grin. "Just promise me you'll know how to defend yourself if the time ever comes."
Taehyung nodded, reaching for the knife on the table. He swung it with less precision than he had in surgery, and Sri dodged easily. "More accuracy!" she coached, her eyes gleaming with amusement.
Though Taehyung had used knives countless times as a doctor, wielding one as a weapon was another matter entirely. His movements were cautious but quick, and he soon found an opening, pressing the blade lightly to her throat. "Dead," he murmured with a slight grin.
Sri smirked, stepping back. "Much better. At this rate, you'll be turning from a doctor to a gangster."
He chuckled, placing the knife aside, aware that she was only humoring him. In a real fight, he wouldn't stand a chance. But when she cracked her knuckles, he mirrored her, and they exchanged challenging glances.
Taehyung lunged forward, but Sri sidestepped effortlessly, countering with a swift punch that landed squarely. He staggered back, falling to the ground, but got up quickly, launching another attack. Sri caught his wrist mid-air, but he spun her around, pulling her close. This time, it wasn't an aggressive move; instead, he wrapped his arms around her in a lustful embrace.
Inhaling her familiar scent, he purred into her ear, "Let's play dirty."
The husky tone of his voice sent a shiver down her spine. She pulled back, a mischievous glint in her eye. "As you wish, Doctor", she whispered, her smirk widening before she launched a high kick. Taehyung dodged at the last moment, then captured both her wrists, pulling her in so that their chests collided.
"Let go," she whispered, but her gaze was locked on his deep and dark icicles.
A playful smile danced on Taehyung's lips before he closed the distance between them, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss. Sri responded instantly, tangling her hands in his hair and pulling him closer. Their kiss grew deeper, more fervent, as they shared breath and heat, lost in each other. The intensity sent waves of electricity through her, her pulse racing. No matter how many times they kissed, each time felt fresh and thrilling, as though it was the first time all over again.
