"you won't shoot me."
"and how exactly do you know that i won't?"
"i don't need to know. i just trust that you won't."
↳ kwang nari hadn't always been on the right side of the law, what with being the most wanted woman in south korea, how could she...
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PARIS DIDN'T LIKE what was happening. she chased after berlin who was taking large and fast strides towards his office.
when they both entered the office, she slammed the door. "you promised me!" she shouted at the taller man who had his back towards her, he sighed before laughing a scoff. "yes, i did." he said turning around as he smiled with his tongue pressed against his cheek. "what the hell are you talking about?" paris asked harshly with her hands on her waist, more than pissed at her boyfriend's attitude and actions. berlin leans towards her, "i didn't hurt nor kill any hostage." he said barely above a whisper which made paris think for a second. he was trying to win this argument on a technicality and she swore she could feel a vein popping out of her forehead. there was no way this stress and frustration was good for her health situation.
"are you trying to win this argument on a technicality?!" she emphasizes on the last word, "yeah, you didn't kill anyone, you made someone else do your dirty work for you-" paris was cut off when berlin slammed his hand against the wall behind her which in turn, slammed her body harshly against the wall. "i am trying to teach the hostages fear. how do you expect me to do that if i can't kill someone." it wasn't a question, but paris answered anyway. "this isn't the greatest way to control them, to keep morale up. we should be treating them kindly-" "well, there's the difference between you and me." paris was barely scared with how threatening he was trying to be, she knew he wouldn't hurt her. she trusted him.
at least, she hoped she could.
a few months ago...
paris, rome and london were hanging out in paris' room, just hanging out and talking. "do you guys ever wonder why the sky is blue if space is black?" rome groaned for the nth time that night listening to london's stupid theories while paris snorted. "can we throw him out now?" rome whined making paris laugh, "nah, let him continue. he's onto something." she closed her eyes, putting her hands behind her head as she laid on her bed. rome was sitting on the floor, leaning against paris' bed, while london was sat on an armchair opposite of them with a book in hand. "but his theories are fucking stupid-" "how dare you, they are not." the two banter as paris hummed to herself quietly.
their conversations were cut short when there was a knock at the blonde's door. "come in." berlin walks in when he received the 'okay' from paris but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the other two in the room. "why aren't you guys asleep, and why is there a boy in your room?" he asked strictly with his hands on his hips and rome almost let out a snicker. "frenchy, you didn't tell me berlin was your dad!" london exclaimed, despite being half-scared of the man, that was the last straw for rome as she burst out laughing. paris sat up with a deep red hue covering her face, berlin only rolled his eyes and scoffed. his face was also slowly turning red. london looked at paris, "am i in trouble with your dad, paris?" "dont call him my dad, you asshat." she immediately countered back as she grabbed a pillow and slammed it against his face. rome was plain out laughing her ass off on the floor while berlin only raised in eyebrow. "well, don't sleep too late." he tells them, all three of them looked at him at the same time before answering with a 'yes, papa.' all at the same time which made berlin frown. "don't call me that, that's weird." berlin muttered before leaving the room and shutting the door.
