Taekook Oneshots

Wanted

"Careful, you don't want anyone hearing us, not yet," my lover mumbles into my ear, and I nod in understanding, taking the gun offered to me and slotting it into my holster, making sure it's secure, flicking on the silencer and the safety switch at the same time. It'd be a bit awkward if I end up shooting myself in the dick, after all. I really don't wanna deal with that, not today.

We share one last look with each other before continuing to strafe along the wall, my hand hooked into his belt so that we don't get separated. It makes life a lot easier, now that we're a couple, even if we had to break the law to get to where we are today. Sure, my family don't know who I am anymore, and we don't really have many others to turn to. But I can't find it in myself to care.

I have the only man I need in my life with me in everything I do.

Now just so we're clear
The one you waited for is right here

"Good evening, gentlemen, I presume you have the agreed goods?" I say as charmingly as I can, the face mask hiding the majority of my features. They nod in unison, handing over a briefcase, faces hidden behind black sunglasses and bodies dressed in smart suits. "Thank you." One steps forward.
"Payment?"

I chuckle lightly, shaking my head at them. "Oh, you're hilarious. You don't get payment from us. You get protection, and that is what you don't deserve."
"Give me the money, asshole."

"That's just offensive. Be careful, my partner can get rather angry if you disrespect me. Let's move on peacefully, yes?" I say diplomatically, catching Jungkook's eyes. He's standing behind a wall, watching the entire exchange.
"We came to discuss trade with the Red Flower, alone."
"Oh, you are."

I hope you're ready for it, my dear
Don't speak the truth too loudly, might hear

I nod to my associate, who appears from the wall, holding up his gun. "We are the Red Flower. We work as a team. Now get lost, or I won't play half as nice, got it?" he says dangerously. One of the men turns to me, pulling out his own gun, and I just raise an eyebrow at him.
"You picked the wrong fight, buddy."

I pull my gun out, raising it to level with this guy's weapon. "Get your asses out of here, or you'll be kissing my bullets. Got it?"
"You don't have the guts-"

There's a bang, and the guy falls to the ground. Jungkook flicks the safety switch, tilting his head. "I'm sorry, what was that? We don't have the guts? Think again, bitch."

'Cause you get one shot, I hope your aim is steady
'Cause you've got the whole world watching ready

"We're on national news, babe!" He takes the remote, pressing play and gesturing eagerly to the screen, showing the report on our fight with the gang we were working with. "They think we're one person, that's the only thing. That's funny, I wouldn't be anywhere without you, as you well know."

I just chuckle, bringing my hand to his face and kissing his jaw gently, noting the way his eyes darken slightly at the contact. "We are one, my love. We've always been one, ever since we began. Do I need to remind you of that?"

He smirks, the expression dark and dirty all at once, his body reacting before his mind as he presses me against the hotel room door, kissing me hard and breathless, already knowing my intentions before I do. "I think I need a reminder, yeah," he mumbles into my ear, his voice deep and deliciously dangerous.

Or not, your heartbeat heavy handed
Won't stop

The hotel staff don't care so much about the noise complaint they get from other customers when Jungkook pulls out his gun, raising an eyebrow at them. I just turn to look at him, loving the way his jaw tenses slightly whenever he threatens someone. It's attractive and terrifying all at once, the way he's able to control anyone with a flick of his hand and a dark smile.