Summary: Seokjin was sent back thirty years from the future to end your life. Too bad you’re the best assassin the world never knew it had.
“Can I sit here? The other tables are full.”
You looked up from your tablet at the pretty boy that had been eyeing you for the past half-hour from outside and waved an inviting hand at the seat in front of you. Damn pretty boys had always been your weakness.
“What’s your name, handsome?”
“Seokjin,” he spoke confidently. “Can I buy you a drink?”