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The job was supposed to be easy, get in, kill the target, get out. No messy bits. Her target? So damn easy. The usual corrupt politician.
She could almost hear Ji-Ho, her friend? Handler? Allies? said If the job was easy, it was no fun. She doesn’t want fun, she want easy. She just want to get home to her husband. Her poor husband, who doesn’t know his wife is an assassins.
She met Joon-Hwi 2 years ago in one of her mission. She doesn’t supposed to fall in love with him let alone marrying him. But she did. He was just so easy to love. Gentle, kind, and everything she’s not. She admit at first he was just part of her cover, no one would look for the assassins in happily married couple right? Her agency though this is good idea. They don’t know she love him for real.
3 minutes left and she will be on the way home, back in Joon-Hwi warm hug and kiss. That was when the chaos descended.
It all happen so fast, broken glass sound, a thud, and the scream. Her target is lying dead on the floor, gunshot wound in his head. Sniper.
She tried to look shocked and scared but inside she was pissed. Who the hell snatching her target? Right in front of her eyes. She followed the frantic crowd outside and stealthily get out from there before the police come.
-Apollo, what the hell happened?- she called her handler, Seo Ji-Ho, once she’s in the car.
-We got company, a sniper-
-And you didn’t think to check it before? I could’ve been killed. Did you got an ID on the sniper?- she cut him off.
-What? Want to settle the score?-
-Of course, No one snatch my target and life to tell the tale. You know the agency policy-
-Lucky you, we got an ID. I will sent you the details. Finish the job, Artemis- He hung up. Geez. dramatic much.
Her phone buzz and she opened the message. She wish she never open it because in there her husband photo staring back at her. This can’t be real. Fuck.
The house is quiet and dark. Too quiet. On her way home she contemplate whether she could do it or not. Kill her husband. God, is their marriage even real? Her heart is breaking, but job is job, feeling doesn’t have place in there.
“Yeobo, are you home?”she asked in the dark.
Suddenly someone snatch and pinned her back to the wall, “Yes, I am, Yeobo” Joon-Hwi whisper in her ear.
“You startle me, what are you doing in the dark?” she act surprised.
“Waiting for you, of course. I have special gift for you, Sol. But you must close your eyes first,”
“But it’s already dark,” she pouted.
“Sol, come on, Humor me” he chuckles
“Alright, alright. But kiss me first. I really miss you,” she bargain
Joon-Hwi make a move to kiss her, she’s ready …3 …2 …1 they both sprang apart, her hand take hold of the gun on her thigh and aim it to Joon-Hwi, seem like he doing the same to her.
They both look intently at each other, circling each other like a prey and predator. Waiting for opening. Now, her brain command. She shot him and run for cover behind the couch when he suddenly crouch and swipe her off her feet. Fuck it hurt. He tried to hold her down, but she is faster. She punch his jaw with her gun.
He groan and she scrambled to her feet, hiding behind the couch. The bullet sprayed behind her.
“Yah, Han Joon-Hwi! What the hell is that? Shooting people in the back. Is this how spy work?
"I'm freelance, Yeobo," came his answer. Of fucking course. Trust her to marry a spies, a freelance one at that. "And you punch me first,"
"You literally swipe me off my feet first, how you think i will retaliate?" actually she shot him first.
Silence, why he doesn't answer? She take a peek. Where the hell is he? Shit! She duck her head. The bullet embedded in the wall. Her wallpaper! She take a long time choosing it. Fucking hell.
She shot back. The bullet hit his watch collection. Oops. It made sense now, how could ordinary office worker have money to buy the expensive watch?
She could hear his gasp. "All is fair in love and war, Yeobo," she tell him as she crawl to the kitchen. The distraction provide a cover for her.
Now where is her ammo? she rummaging her secret drawer. Her movement stop when she feel the cold steel of the gun in the back of head. Shit. He found her.
"That was not nice, Sol. Drop your gun,"
She drop her gun and kick it. For good measure. Her hand tightening against the knife from the drawer. She slowly turn around and attack. Surprise. She assassin for God sake. She's not that easy to be defeated.
He catch her hand and force her to drop the knife, okay he was fast and strong. She bite his hand. Hah. Not her finest moment, but it will do. While he was in pain, she kick his gun from his hand and dive for her gun. She maybe good with knife, but knife in gun fight? Just no way.
Just an inch left, and the gun will be in her hand.
He tackle her to the floor. Ugh. So their fight began anew. Punch, bite, jab. The casualty? Her kitchen. Her beautiful kitchen. She love that kitchen.
It's so exhausting. God, when will it end. Her knife against his throat while his gun against her temple. They both heave a breath. How come they are in this position, she honestly can't tell.
She can't do this. The thought off slashing his throat- no she can't do this. She love him. For her it was real.
"I can't do this," he lowered his gun. What? "I love you Sol, I just can't do this. For me this is real. Our marriage, my love for you. Just do it, Sol," His voice breaking.
"No, no- her breath catch in her throat, tears start to gather in her eyes.
"It's okay Sol, it's okay," he hold her hand pressing her knife more firmly against his throat, the thin line of blood start to appear. No, no, her tears fall freely on her cheek. She force his hand away from hers. The knife fall on the floor.
"Sol, pick it up. It's-
She kiss him, "I love you, for me it was real too," she kiss him again, more deeply. It taste metallic and salty, from the blood and the tears. But for her it was perfect. Just like them, the assassin and the spy. Wife and husband.
Their kiss soon turn heated, his hand teasingly pulling her zipper as her hand pulling his shirt open, the button flying everywhere. Impatience that she is. He pull her down with him. She break the kiss, catching her breath. She look at him, His eyes darken with want. She is sure her eyes look the same.
Tonight is theirs, tomorrow could wait.
The phone couldn't stop ringing. Fuck.
She crack open her eyes. She want to be here forever. In Joon-Hwi arm. In his embrace. Last night was phenomenal. The sex is great. Better than the last 2 years. She is sore, but it feels so good.
She reluctantly untangled herself from Joon-Hwi and quickly get dressed.
In daylight, the damage to the house is just wow. Bullet hole everywhere, crack in the wood, in conclusion, it was a mess. Ugh. Her beautiful house.
Now, where is her phone? Ah there!
-Hello-
-Oh thank God, you are alive- Ji-Ho sound relieved
-Yes, I am. Any reason you call on this number? -
-The sniper, it was your husband. Is he?-
-He's alive-
-Good, good. The agency know that your husband is spy. It was set up, Sol. They sending people to your house, you better get out now-
-Shit, and you?-
-I will find a way. Bye- he hung up. Still dramatic.
She's about to wake Joon-Hwi when she see Joon-Hwi already get dressed and
In the phone with someone.
-Okay, be careful too. Bye-
"Who is that?" she ask
"My contact, she told me about the set up,"
"My handler just told me the same thing. How did she know?"
"My contact is running away with your handler,"
"What?" she doesn't expect it. But it could wait.
"Come on Sol, let's get out of here. Your name is really Sol right?"
"Yes, the only fake thing in this marriage is my job. Yours?"
"Same as you,"
"Good, How you feel about meeting my family? It's about time right?"
"Lead the way then, Yeobo," he grasp her hand.
They smile at each other and get the hell out of there.
It will not be easy to find them, After all they are assassins and spy.