Request from Anon: Someone one did a short reaction to bts and their girlfriend being spies
and having to kill each other it was really cool but way short you
could try writing a scenario with namjoon and reader
“We warned you,” your boss said sternly. “Do not get attached. How many times do I have to repeat this to my team? Do not get attached. Do not get attached. Do. Not. Get. Attached.” You stood, hands held in front you, looking down. “He is one of the most deadly assassins in the world right now. You’re telling me that you had no clue that you were dating a murderer? Did love blind you that bad? I’ll get someone else on the case.” He snatched the classified documents out your hand and turned around to walk away.
Your head shot up. “No.”
“No. I can handle it. I’m his girlfriend. He won’t expect anything.”
Your boss cocked his head to the side and raised an eyebrow. “And you’re okay with killing your boyfriend?”
“Regardless, he’s going to die right?” you mumble. He slid the document back in front of you. “Well then handle it. I want this case closed within 24 hours, do you understand?” You looked away, not trusting your voice. “Do you understand y/n-shi?” You nodded and he walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
What were you doing? Why did you take on this case? Out of all the ones they put in front of you, why him. You opened his file and looked over his profile.
Name: Kim Namjoon
DOB: 1994/09/12 (age: 20)
Skill level: HIGH
Weapon of Choice: L115A3 AWM Sniper Rifle
Number of Kills to Date (2015): 17
You sighed and tucked the file in your purse. “Within 24 hours,” you mumble.
-Later that day-
Your phone rang. You took a deep breath and picked up. “Hello?”
“Jagiya. I’m so sorry I didn’t pick up. I had work…is everything okay?”
Your phone vibrated and you looked at the text from your boss: Number of Kills to Date updated: 19. Within 24 hours Y/N-ah.
You snapped out of it and replied. “Ah, sorry jagiya. Do you think we can see each other today?” You asked cutely.
“Sure, where do you want to meet?”
You both agreed to meet at your house in an hour and you head over to prepare.
You arrived and attached a gun holster around both your thighs, concealed by your skirt. You threw on a v neck and waited, fumbling with anything and everything.
You opened the door and was greeted by a kiss.
“Ah, keyopta. How are you? You didn’t sound well on the phone.” You moved to the side so he can walk in and you both cuddled up on the couch. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes,” you answered simply. “I just really missed you.”
He hummed and kissed your forehead. You never feel nervous. You’ve done enough missions, seen enough dead bodies, dealt with enough assassins to know that something was wrong. Your gut was telling you that something felt off. Was it because you have emotion attached to your next kill?
“I need the bathroom,” you muttered, standing up.
Namjoon looked at you, confused. You could tell he had a little suspicion in his eyes.
“That time of the month…” you said quickly, and his face relaxed.
“Ahhh, okay. Tell me if you need anything!”
-NAMJOON’S POINT OF VIEW-
Did she honestly think he wouldn’t catch on? He stood up from the couch and immediately went to her purse, disappointed that she thought so lowly of him. As soon as he opened it, he pulled out the file. He smirked as he read over his description. He chuckled.
“It clearly says skill level high. Why is this girl like that? She’s not making this fun at all.” He sighed and sat back down on the couch, file in clear view and gun on the table. “Might as well have this handled now.”
-YOUR POINT OF VIEW-
You took a deep breath, placed a gun between your skirt and lower back and left the restroom, slowly walking back to the living room and peeking in. Your heart stopped.
“How did you find that?” you asked, reaching to the gun you had just repositioned to your back.
“I’m just really insulted,” Namjoon muttered. “Did you really think you could get to me that easily?”
“Well of course I knew. You’re not exactly an actress are you?”
He stood up and you pulled the gun on him. He slowly raised his hands.
“Name, Y/N-ah. Age, 20. Height,” he paused and looked at you up and down, “169cm. Skill level, hmmmm…will be determined. Number of kills to date, 27.”
How long did he know about you?
“I placed my only gun on the table. I’m interested in something.” He took a step closer and you aimed. “Your boss said within 24 hours. You must be quite the killer if he thought you could get to me that quickly.” You looked at him, confused. Are these mind tricks?
“Let’s have a little wrestling match.”
Your mind was everywhere. Why did he put his gun down? Why isn’t he making a run for it? Was he underestimating you? Were you underestimating him?
You snapped out of it and realized how close he had gotten to you. He slapped the gun out of your hand and you ducked his punch. You threw a kick at his thigh and he retaliated by throwing you on the couch. He got on top of you and pinned you down. You kneed his crotch and he fell on the floor. You ran over to your gun and he grabbed your ankle, causing you to fall. You both fought for about 5 minutes, giving him your all, until he had you pinned against the wall.
“Skill level, high,” he said through breaths. You pushed all your weight against him and continued to wrestle for another 5 minutes until he again had you pinned against a door.
“Y/N-ah! I’m not trying to hurt you,” he yelled as you struggled under his grip. “Listen,” he yelled, trying to get a hold of you. “LISTEN.” You stopped moving and looked up at him.
“I’m just trying to make this a little fun, geez” he said playfully, showing his dimpled smile. He gave you a peck on the lips and apologized before stealing your handcuffs from your waist band and cuffing one arm to the door handle. He walked over to the table and grabbed his gun, hiding it back under his shirt.
“Yah!” You yelled, using your free hand to reach for the gun you had hidden under your skirt, aiming it directly at the back of his head. He turned around and smiled.
“We both underestimated each other. I can see why he thought you could get this done quickly, but your boss should have known not to pit two lovers against each other.” He walked over to the kitchen, grabbed a ziploc bag and filled it with ice. He walked back over and tried to hand it to you.
“Here,” he said, waiting for you to set your gun down. You took the ice pack and placed it on the throbbing pain on the back of your head.
“So, let’s have a little fun shall we? Killing me within four hours of receiving the mission is borringggg.” He readjusted the couch and table and smiled. “Your description included lock picker so I’m sure you can get out of those handcuffs quickly. They are yours afterall.”
With those final words, he left and drove off quietly. You quickly got out of the handcuffs and slumped to the ground.
You looked at your phone to see the text. “Within 24 hours jagi~~~~^^”