BTS One Shots

Mr & Mrs Kim | Seokjin

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Hi guys, I hope you're all doing well! So this week, I suddenly had this idea to write something based on the concept of Mr & Mrs Smith (the movie™) sO I DID YAY! I wrote the first draft of this in one go and as my dear tumblr friends nambewb and moonojoon can attest, I heckin loved it OOPS I hope u enjoyyyyy!! Spoiler alert: it's basically one big fight scene fjdkslfjdksl

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It's hours past midnight. It's pitch black outside, though you wouldn't exactly know from looking at the window – the curtains are shut tightly, not letting an inch of moonlight through. The bedroom is doused in serene silence, quite the opposite to how you feel – you've been tossing and turning all night, though you've been careful not to wake up the sleeping figure next to you.

The bastard.

Letting out a slow breath, you turn your head to look at your husband.

He's fast asleep, face turned to you. It gives you a full view of his closed eyes, his plump lips, parted as he breathes in and out, his chest and broad shoulders slowly rising and falling. His dark hair falls messily over his forehead, brushing his eyelids because he refuses to cut it. You grit your teeth, letting out another sigh – he looks peaceful, serene, like he hasn't been lying to you all this time.

As silently as you can, you shuffle over to the edge of the bed, slipping out from underneath the covers. You lean over to your nightstand, opening the third drawer and taking out the books resting on the false bottom. With a glance over your shoulder, you lift the bottom and feel around until your hands make contact with cold metal. Cautiously, you take out the loaded gun, hand tightening around the rubber grip.

You take a breath, not bothering to close the drawer again – a higher risk of making a sound, waking him up. You'll do it after you're finished.

Turning around again, you let out a sigh, making sure the silencer is screwed tightly onto the muzzle of your Beretta.

You thought you wouldn't be as hesitant in completing your assignment as you are now, considering how you felt when you discovered what he really does for a living. A mere two days ago, your world had been turned upside down while out on a routine assignment. It had resulted in absolute failure, all because someone else was there trying to get to the target first – all because he was there. 'Construction executive', my ass.

Your gun rests in your hands. You force yourself to click the safety off, then point it at his head. Your finger curls around the trigger – you take a breath.

He's just an assignment now.

"Babe, what do you think you're doing?"

You jolt out of your thoughts, wide eyes staring back into his. He blinks, eyebrows furrowed. A hand runs through his hair as he sits up.

"You lied to me, Seokjin," you mutter. Your voice feels rough and you clear your throat, keeping the gun aimed at him.

Your husband slowly raises his arms above his head, looking wary. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Narrowing your eyes, you tilt your head. "Really? So you don't work for Paragon?"

He freezes in his tracks, frown deepening. He's on his knees now, sitting upright on the bed. "It was all in your best interest," he replies slowly. "You could've been in a lot of danger if you'd known."

You don't reply.

He stares at you for a moment, the serene silence turning cold and heavy, almost suffocating. "But I guess I wasn't the only one who lied."