diamond dust || moon byulyi x kim seokjin

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"Any luck on calling the hit off?" Byulyi asks as Seokjin steps back into the lobby area, wiping the blood off of his gun nonchalantly.

Seokjin shakes his head with a sigh. "The hitman he hired has a no refunds policy and the money's long been wired."

Byulyi nods in understanding, jamming at the elevator down button on the wall nearby. "Figures. A lot of clients have been doing that recently to ensure their hit gets taken out, regardless if the one who called it is alive or dead. Whoever's after you must really have a bone to pick with you, huh?"

"Yeah, they sure do." The smile on Seokjin's face doesn't quite reach his eyes, though Byulyi isn't quite sure why.

Her brow furrows. "You okay? Maybe I should have gone in and asked instead. I guess meeting the guy who wants you dead in person isn't exactly pleasant?"

"Hmm?" Seokjin blinks in confusion for a second, before he realizes what she's concerned about. "No, Byul, it's fine. Really. Just sucks because now we have to go and find the bastard still chasing after us."

"Thought you would've enjoyed the extra time you get to spend with me," Byulyi jokes lightly, surprising both Seokjin and herself when the words leave her mouth.

Seokjin's tune changes almost instantly, his eyes flashing with mischief. "Why, Moon Byulyi. Are you falling for me again?"

The elevator dings, signalling its arrival.

"I- Keep on dreaming, Kim!" Byulyi sputters out, her face heating up in embarrassment as she quickly steps into the elevator to avoid eye contact.

I can't fall for you again if I never fell out of love with you to begin with.

"Whatever you say," Seokjin sings playfully, following her into the small space, a grin working its way on his face as he watches her press the button to the first floor in her flustered state. "You never could resist my manly charms."

"Your dad jokes do not count as manly charms, believe it or not," Byulyi is quick to retort with a snort.

"You still laugh at them regardless," Seokjin points out smugly.

"Yoongi told me if I told you I hated them, you'd just end up telling me more of them because that's what happened to him." Byulyi reveals the truth behind her past actions. "I decided the best course of action was to give you some attention so you'd be satisfied with my reaction, but not enough that you'd tell more."

"H- How could you two gang up on me like that?! I don't even tell that many dad jokes!"

Byulyi sends him a look of disbelief before stepping out of the open elevator.

"Okay, I don't even tell that many dad jokes anymore," Seokjin shakes his head as he trails after her like a lost puppy. "I can't believe this. Neither of you two have a sense of humor."

"We do, we just have standards," Byulyi snorts in amusement, ignoring Seokjin's yelps in protest from behind her.

They head back to one of Yoongi's unoccupied safehouses in the city after that to regroup and strategize their next plan of attack for the hitman still on their trail.

"Once news gets out about how we took out his employer, he's going to know to come here to find us," Seokjin brings up in conversation as they sit at the dining table after showering and changing into clean clothes, the pot of warm budae jjigae sitting in front of them as he scoops some more ramen into his bowl. "He might already be in the city if he's predicted what steps we'd take after our first encounter and knew we'd strike here."