An action oneshot requested by UltimateMarkBiased.

"How's it looking?"

"No sign of them yet."

"Do you think they're going to arrive when they know people are after them? What stupid idiots would do that?" Jongho kicked some rocks and called out to his husband.

Yunho set his binoculars down with an irritated look. "HQ found their name in the reservations tonight."

"Okay." Jongho shrugged. Yunho returned to observing the area.

"Speaking of stupid idiots..."

Jongho frowned, looking over down at the restaurant from the rooftop.

Park Seonghwa and Kim Hongjoong, leaving their extravagant limousine and checking in with the host for their reservation. It only took seconds to confirm their identity, and the couple was inside.

"Do you think Yongho is being nice to the babysitter tonight?" Jongho scratched under his nails.

"Jongho, get on the sniper."

"She told me he didn't do so well with the squash."

"Jongho."

Jongho exhaled. "We still have to wait for them to sit down, so-"

"Shoot! Shoot!"

Jongho ran to the sniper rifle and aimed to find the two wealthy men who went inside. Yet the shakiness of his hands and his racing heart made it hard to focus on the target.

...

"Jongho!" Yunho shouted, ducking and throwing their setup into bags. "You fucking missed them!"

"S-Sorry, I-"

"Pack up. We have to go."

Jongho held still as he watched Seonghwa and Hongjoong be escorted out and around the restaurant to safety.

~ ~ ~

"Gooo..."

"Oh, my angel." Jongho nuzzled his head against his baby Yongho. The baby was only nine months old, eight months since he was adopted. And ever since he came home, Jongho and Yunho's life brightened ten times more.

"Da..." Yongho lay on his stomach as his father played with his tiny hands. His small fingers wrapped around Jongho's thumb.

"Dada's here."

Jongho cradled his son into his arms, kissing his tiny head and hugging his little body close. Even though his missions could take only a few hours, Jongho felt like the separation from his son had been for days or even weeks.

Yongho gently drifted asleep the second Jongho began humming. His father's soft melody always drove him to nap.

The sound of tossed keys on a glass table made Jongho jump. He hushed Yongho, tucked him into his crib, and left the bedroom. He knew what was coming.

"What did they say?"

Yunho sighed, hands over his face. "They're disappointed. But it shouldn't affect our career. Just don't let it happen again."

"...I'm sorry."

"..."

Jongho creased his eyebrows in anger. "Yunho, I'm sorry. Didn't you hear?"

Yunho looked at him. "What am I supposed to say?! Jongho, you failed our mission. We could have ended Seonghwa and Hongjoong right there, right then. But you were distracted."

"Fine! Take over as sniper next time since you're so good at this! You're so good at everything!" Jongho yelled.

Yunho slammed his fists on the table, equally furious. "I will fucking do everything next time! Hell, I'm better working alone the way I used to!"

"You're so stubborn. Sometimes I wonder why I still even work with you. Much less how we could be married for this long."

"..."

"..."

Yunho's expression immediately fell at that sentence. His fists opened into weightless hands. His eyes were downcast with hurt.

"Shit, Yunho, I'm so sorry." Jongho threw his arms around the taller and kissed his cheek multiple times. "I'm so so so sorry. I know how much this means to you."

Yunho's hand weakly moved to hold Jongho's.

"You know I miss Yongho so much every time we leave him. I get sidetracked trying to think of how I can be a better father when-" He sighs. "I can't even be a good partner. I love you." Jongho kissed Yunho's pretty lips. "And I'm sorry for saying that."

"It's okay," Yunho whispered.

"We'll find those two soon enough." A short peck. "And we'll make them pay." Another. "For all the harm they've done to our agents."

Yunho whined. "Jongho, a full kiss."

"Hm?"

Frustrated, Yunho grabbed his husband's collar and pulled him forwards for a rough smooch. Yunho threw his weight onto the male, desperate and eager for more.

Jongho acknowledged the other's movements and lifted each of their shirts over their heads. The clothing fell to the ground with a soft thud. His hands ran over Yunho's muscles, sculpted from their training and occupation as secret agents.

Yunho's hands were warm as they ran over Jongho's tan and hard flesh. His forearms flexed hard when Jongho took Yunho by the hair to better access his neck.

"How many marks, sweetheart?"

Yunho whimpered. "Many. So many, Jongho. Please," he begged.

'Many' was an understatement. Jongho had Yunho falling for him, softly muttering his name.

"Come on." Jongho took Yunho's hand and led him to their bedroom. He pushed his husband to lay in bed.

"Mm," Jongho grunted as he pressed their bodies together.

"Fuck," Yunho cupped Jongho's face. "I love you, Jongho. And I'm sorry for getting so angry earlier."

Jongho kissed his nose. "And I'm sorry for yelling at you like that, babe. Love you too."

Jongho's hand trailed to unzip his jeans as Yunho opened his legs some more.

Then Yunho let out a scream.

"Jongho!"

Jongho ducked the second he saw the gun barrel pointed straight at his head. He tackled Hongjoong to the ground, fighting to disarm him.

Yunho caught a moving figure in the back. Seonghwa. He pulled himself up, took a gun from their nightstand, and ran after him.

But Seonghwa had already disappeared out of sight. As Yunho reached the corridor, he stopped to listen to any upstairs footsteps.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

The gunshots rang through his eardrums as his stomach fell. Yunho turned, frightened, and rushed to his bedroom.

"Jongho!"

Heavy, exasperated breaths left his husband's mouth. "It's okay... He's dead now. Find Seonghwa."

Yunho helped Jongho up just as they both heard steps upstairs.

"Yongho!" Yunho cried and sprinted. Jongho trailed behind, equally afraid at what they would see.

But they saw nothing.

Yongho wasn't in his crib anymore.

And Seonghwa was gone.

Yunho peered out the open window of the nursery room. Not a single person in sight.

Jongho returned to their bedroom to inspect Hongjoong's lifeless body. He looked through the man's pockets, his phone, wallet, weapon. Anything.

"Yunho," he called, running his eyes over the piece of information he needed.

. . . . .

"Are you ready?" Jongho clipped his wristguard shut.

"What a question," Yunho replied. The two crept up and over the mansion gates.

"Remember," Jongho squeezed his shoulder. "Secure Yongho first, Seonghwa then."

Yunho nodded. "I know."

"Okay." Jongho paused. "Take care of yourself." He kissed Yunho's temple.

Yunho nodded, squeezing his hand once as he said, "You too. Let's bring our son back."

Getting into the house was easy. Seonghwa's guards weren't expecting company in the middle of the night, even less: experienced agents.

But once their presence was known, the fights grew harder.

Yunho scanned the living room he stood in with Jongho. So far, they'd defeated just about everyone with much effort. But standing still would only mean more.

"Find him," Yunho ordered, pressing Jongho out one way. "I'll catch up."

Jongho hesitated before he ran through a hallway that led to grand stairs.

Yunho exhaled, kicking his right foot back into a fight stance. "Okay, Yunho. You can do this."

With a mix of crashing furniture and gunfire, Yunho discreetly escaped the room and went the way Jongho did.

"Agh!"

"Yunho, how nice of you to join us."

Seonghwa stood powerfully at the other side of a sunroom, holding a blue bundle of blankets in his arm. Yongho. The windows were notably cracked and allowed the wind to breeze inside. Jongho had fought him but was overwhelmed.

Now Seonghwa was aiming the gun-barrel straight in between Yunho's eyes.

"Drop your gun." Seonghwa nodded down. "Or I shoot him dead."

Yunho stared down at Jongho, clutching his chest and rolling in pain. It hurt his heart to see his husband this way. But he let the weapon fall.

"Good. Now it's best if you turn and leave."

"You've hurt too many of us. Too many people because of your gang." Yunho stepped closer, and Seonghwa shot a warning bullet a few feet away from Jongho. Yunho could hear a baby's cry tucked away.

"They got themselves killed. I never gave orders for murder." Seonghwa stepped back. His eyes followed Yunho's every move while retreating the arm that held Yongho.

"You're done, Seonghwa," Yunho stated. "You and Hongjoong-"

"Shut up!" Seonghwa growled, then gestures at Jongho curled up in a ball. "He murdered my Hongjoong... He needs to die."

"Yunho... kill... him," Jongho exhaled.

The same sound of a bullet fired rang through Yunho's ears. But at the same time, he dove after Seonghwa, tackling him against the cracked window. Yongho fell from his hand, rolling to the ground. Yunho punched the glass behind Seonghwa, then overpowered the male and threw him out.

Seonghwa's tearful face was the last thing Yunho saw before he fell to his death.

"Yun... ho."

Yunho turned, picked up the bundle, and ran to Jongho, now in a pool of blood. The second gunshot had penetrated his upper back.

"It'll be okay, Jongho. Hold on..." Yunho cried. "Yongho's here. He's-"

Yunho let the blankets unroll as a pillow fell into the red blood.

"Yongho! He's not here."

"I know." Jongho coughed. "He's right h..."

Jongho only had enough time to open his jacket before he lay still.

Yunho took Yongho in his arms, shaking his head while screaming. "No! No no! Jongho, hold on. Please! Stay with me. Stay with us!"

. . .

A somber wave of nausea struck Yunho as he sat on the couch, watching Yongho roll around the rug.

It'd been a year and a half since that night. The night Seonghwa and Hongjoong were defeated. And when just some hours later, he announced his resignation from the agency.

And he's been sleeping on his half of the bed, holding Yongho, ever since. Just the two of them.

A door knock snapped him out of his thoughts. Yongho looked up as well, wondering what it was.

"Jongho!!"

Yunho threw his arms around his husband the way he used to. It relieved him to see Jongho standing again, contrary to the year and a half he spent confined to the hospital bed.

Jongho thanked the two agents who drove him home as Yunho led him to the couch.

"I thought... I thought you were supposed to stay in the hospital for another week. I could have gone for you." Yunho held Yongho as Jongho held their hands.

"I wanted to surprise you. I worked hard in therapy for this. To stand straight, come home. To see my family."

Yunho kissed the younger with a mix of salty tears of joy. Then he tucked his head under Jongho's jaw so the family could be tightly knit together.

"Welcome home, Jongho."