Summary: Every marriage has secrets. Taehyung and Yoongi's is no different. Their's just happen to be a bit bigger than one would expect.

Dom: Yoongi
Sub: Taehyung

Word Count: 17,302

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A shiver runs down Yoongi's spine as he stands across the street from the little hole-in-the-wall dive bar.

The one he's been watching for the past two hours from his spot just inside the mouth of an alley, which is in perfect view of the entrance.

He's hoping that he won't be needing to spend any more time on this because he wants to go home.

Wants to go soak in the tub then snuggle into his favorite spot on the couch to watch the newest episode of the period drama he's become far too invested in.

And see his husband, of course.

Yes, he's hoping this won't stretch on too far into the night, but there's no way to ensure this. He can't rush or predict how this will play out.

He can only control and prepare so much for these things.

He hisses as a cold gust of wind sweeps through the ally, causing him to hug his coat more tightly around him, keeping his eyes on the red door across the street all the while.

He flinches when his phone begins to buzz unexpectedly in his pocket before taking the device out to see that it's Taehyung calling.

He debates answering it, not wanting to be distracted from the door, but he knows he's on unsteady ground with his husband as it is.

No need to widen the gap between them unnecessarily.

So, instead of ignoring it, he takes a deep breath through his nose before using his teeth to remove the glove he'd been wearing to answer the call.

"Hello?"

"Do you think you can pick up some almond milk on your way home?"

No hello, how are you, when will you be home, I miss you, nothing. Typical.

Yoongi takes another silent deep breath, "I'm not sure the grocery store will be open by the time I finish up here, hun."

"But we're out and I need it," he whines and Yoongi can picture perfectly the pout his husband no doubt has on his lips as the younger continues. "I won't have time to stop anywhere before work and definitely won't have time after. I have a meeting in the morning with a client, then I'll be..."

Taehyung's voice fades into the background as Yoongi watches a red sports car round the corner before parking in one of the parking stalls next to the bar.

A vehicle that is severely out of place for a neighborhood such as this; run down, muggy and crime ridden.

This is who Yoongi's been waiting for.

"Actually, maybe I would be fine to duck out a little early. I think I overestimated how long it will take to finish up here. I'll stop at the store on my way home," he interjects, cutting off his husband's rambling.

"Thanks," Taehyung answers half heartedly, "It needs to be the unsweetened kind... And I need bananas... And we're out of dish soap. We could also use more..."

Yoongi nods along as Taehyung starts listing off a slew of groceries, focusing his attention instead on the man as he climbs out of the car.

Yoongi watches him twirl his keys absentmindedly around his finger as he saunters to the red door, pushing it open before stepping inside the establishment.

"Why don't you text me what I'm supposed to get so I can be sure not to forget anything," suggests Yoongi, shifting his weight on his feet anxiously.

He needs to get off this damn call if Taehyung wants him to have time to stop for his stuff.

"Yeah. That'll be easier."

"I'd better go. I'll be home later."

"Okay. Bye."

Yoongi ends the call, quickly returning his phone to his pocket as he makes his way across the street.

He slides his hand back into the glove that had been removed before pulling up his mask.

With his mask in place, he reaches for the door, pulling it open swiftly as a rush of a adrenaline shoots through him.

Three nights in a row he's been waiting for this guy. Now he's finally going to get the job done ideally with plenty of time to stop by the store.

.......

Flinching as he stears his car up the long driveway to their garage, Yoongi tries his best not to make any sudden movements.

Once he's pulled into the garage he makes sure to press the button to close the large door before carefully reaching for the grocery bags in the passenger seat.

Climbing out of the car- again, being as careful as possible- Yoongi shuffles to the door leading into the house.

Every time he comes home he has a faint hope that Taehyung will be bouncing on his feet inside the door as he waits for Yoongi to come into the house, the sound of the garage alerting him that Yoongi is home, but those days are long in the past.

Instead, a dark kitchen and the sound of the TV drifting to his ears from somewhere in the house is what greets him.

A desolate, all too familiar scene.

"Tae?" He calls as he walks the bags to the table.

"Be right there," the younger calls.

Yoongi hears the speaking end abruptly- Taehyung having to have paused whatever he'd been watching- followed by footsteps coming his direction.

Trying to not appear so stiff- so uncomfortable- he attempts to relax his shoulders as well as his expression as he unpacks the grocery bags to put the few items away.

Taehyung walks up behind him, peering over Yoongi's shoulder at the groceries.

"Thank you," he murmurs, reaching around Yoongi to pick up the carton of milk.

His arm brushes against Yoongi's side and Yoongi has to fight the automatic reflex to flinch away at the contact.

He hums, not wanting to speak, instead clenching his jaw while taking a deep breath through his nose.

"This is the third day you've had to work late. This project must be pretty big," Taehyung utters as he too starts to unpack the few bags.

Yoongi nods, "I was able to tie up the loose ends tonight though so I should be back on my normal schedule hereafter."

"That's good. My cooking is shit, as you know. I've eaten nothing but takeout the last few days," Taehyung pouts childishly. "I've been craving your Gimbap like crazy."

Yoongi chuckles, "I'll be sure to put that on the menu this week."

Keeping his smile in place, he turns around to put the new bottle of dish soap under the sink.

He knows he can't just bend over, but he figures he can at least lower himself onto his haunches and be okay if he does it slowly enough.

He does just that, trying to move at as slow a pace he can without seeming too suspicious looking if Taehyung were to turn around and see him.

Unfortunately, the speed does nothing for the pain, him getting the wind knocked out of his lungs due to the extremely uncomfortable amount of pain due to the action.

He immediately stands up straight, clutching his side with one hand while trying to stabilize himself on the counter with the other.

Luckily Taehyung's view of him is blocked by the refrigerator door so he misses the whole silent scene.

"Honey, I think I'm just going to hop in the shower then go to bed if that's alright. Today was... long."

"Yeah. Okay," Taehyung nods, still facing forward as he rearranges a couple of things in the fridge to accommodate the new items.

"Goodnight," Yoongi offers shortly before shuffling out of the kitchen.

Somehow he makes it up the stairs to their bedroom and as soon as he gets the door shut behind him he leans his back against the door, clutching his side.

After slowly removing his hand from his side, he frowns unhappily at the red, viscous liquid coating his fingertips.

"Fuck," he groans quietly.

He slowly unbottons the shirt, removes it carefully before walking it to his section of the spacious closet.

There's a certain bag that he puts his more heavily stained clothes in in order to either take them to work or discard them without Taehyung finding them.

He's been doing this for a while and it seems to work. If Taehyung has seen anything he hasn't said so, which Yoongi is grateful for.

Sometimes Yoongi thinks it's a good thing Taehyung didn't- and doesn't- pay closer attention to him or he might ask questions.

Questions Yoongi isn't in the mood to come up with answers to because sometimes, answering with the half truths or full lies he needs to is exhausting.

Back when they did make the effort to go to counseling with Doctor Jung, the few sessions they had centered almost entirely on communication and honesty.

The communication part isn't what Yoongi struggles with, it's the honesty.

He can talk to Taehyung all day about nearly anything if he needed to- not that they have had more than a twenty minute conversation in the last six months or so- the issue is that not all of what he says would be honest.

From their beginning he's had this secret. One he can't and doesn't plan to ever share with his husband.

For Taehyung's sake as well as his own.

Their marriage may be far from perfect- it's been stagnant in all honesty- but they're working through it.

Whether it's because of his pride, his obsession with perfection or a semi-toxic combination of the two is uncertain, but he will not let he and Taehyung fail because Yoongi doesn't fail.

Not when it comes to work and certainly not when it comes to this marriage.

*Two days later*

Taehyung always dreamt of falling in love.

All heartbeats skipping, world around him disappearing, being so enamored with someone that you can't bear to be apart for even a moment.

He had that with Yoongi. From the first time he'd laid eyes on the man.

It was at the grocery store of all places, both of them wandering through the produce section when Taehyung dislodged a head of lettuce that was apparently the key piece in holding a dozen other heads in place, causing the whole shelf to tumble onto the floor.

Yoongi had been just a few feet away from Taehyung and witnessed the whole clumsy, endearing scene.

When Taehyung frantically looked from the vegetables scattered around his feet- eyes wide in shock, gleaming with innocent embarrassment- up to where the handsome man who would later introduce himself as Yoongi was stood, they both felt it.

The irregular heartbeats, the magnetic pull to the man before them, the world around disappearing as they stared into each other's eyes; all of it. They felt all of it.

The operative word being felt.

From where Taehyung is stood now; behind the kitchen island- slicing a banana for his morning smoothie while periodically eyeing who is sat with his coffee and his phone at the kitchen table- he doesn't feel any of that.

His heartbeat is steady and the messy kitchen around him is very apparent, far from disappearing into the background.

In fact, unless he takes the time to really try to think back to how it was at the beginning of their life together, when they first met those seven years ago to their wedding one year later, he can't remember what it was like.

The ease and effortlessness that came with their love because now, all of that is gone.

They find themselves grasping for something to keep the marriage afloat when they are both just... there.

Living day to day, far too deeply seeded into their domestic routines for there to be anything exciting or new to throw a wrench in the cycle.

Taehyung has considered divorce once or twice before, debating back and forth about if hope is actually lost or that maybe their marriage isn't failing, just stagnant.

Stuck in a rut and Taehyung doesn't know what can be done to fix that. Or where they can even find time to fix it. They're both so busy.

They're both just so busy.

That's another problem they have. They are workaholics of sorts in their respective fields.

Yoongi is a notable General Contractor in the Commercial Construction world, working primarily with big companies to help them plan for the building of large scale office buildings.

Taehyung doesn't really know all that much about Yoongi's job- the details have always bored him if he's being honest.

What he does know is that it takes him away for days at a time once, twice, maybe three times a month.

Yoongi's traveling has never bothered him though. His own job requires him to travel often as well. Not for the same reasons, but still. It takes him away from home all the same.

The point is, maybe they don't see each other enough.

Maybe the few minutes in the morning they spend together, the weeknight dinners with mundane conversation and the odd weekends where they will be under the same roof- most likely working on their respective hobbies on separate ends of the house rather than as a couple- isn't enough anymore.

They used to do things together. Make time for each other. But that seems like a lifetime ago.

"Taehyung-ah?"

The sound of Yoongi's voice at his side draws Taehyung's attention from the cutting board to him.

"Sorry, what?" Taehyung blinks.

"I was just saying that I will be a little late getting in tonight so you might want to order in for dinner." Yoongi repeats gently, setting his coffee cup in the sink next to Taehyung.

He has his eyes on the knife in Taehyung's hand. Reaching for it, Yoongi says, "And that I think your fruit is cut enough. Anymore and you won't need the blender at all," he says with a small chuckle as he takes the knife from Taehyung's hand.

Taehyung looks down at the cutting board, puzzled by his husbands words until he sees the pile of not only excessively chopped bananas but strawberries as well. Strawberries he hadn't realized he had begun to cut.

With a nod Taehyung reaches for a paper towel to soak up some of the juices spilling off the board from the mostly smushed fruit onto the counter.

"Sorry. Got a little distracted."

"It's alright," Yoongi smiles before kissing the side of Taehyung's head. "Just don't want you to cut yourself."

Taehyung holds in a scoff.

If only Yoongi knew.

"You'll be late getting home then?"

"Yeah," Yoongi nods, "I have a late meeting. I don't know how long it will be, but you may want to pick something up for dinner."

"That's alright, I'll just pick something up," Taehyung says with a shrug.

He's disappointed he will have to get takeout again, but it's not anything worth getting hung up on.

Yoongi hums, turning around to lean his back against the counter beside Taehyung. "I think the meeting will be them asking me to head to a conference happening at the end of the month. I should find out more details when I talk to them."

"Any idea where you'd be going?" Taehyung asks, only half interested in the answer.

"Somewhere along the coast I think, but like I've said, I don't know the details yet."

Taehyung pouts his lips as he tries to recall the last time he's been to the coast.

Realistically, it hasn't been that long, but it was for work, not any sort of recreational purpose. He- they haven't been on a trip in ages.

Hell, he doesn't have any plans this weekend as far as he knows. Maybe while Yoongi is off doing whatever he does Taehyung will take himself on a trip.

"I also have a rehearsal dinner to go to next Friday at se-"

"A rehearsal dinner? Rehearsing for what?"

"A wedding."

Taehyung furrows his brows with a frown on his lips. He plops the fruit into the blender where his yogurt drink has already been poured before turning towards the fridge.

Understanding what Taehyung is looking for, Yoongi speaks up. "An invitation was apparently sent, but we haven't gotten it. It's a distant cousin who's getting married and he was calling to get my RSVP since he hadn't heard back. That's when we discovered the missing mail."

Taehyung nods, placing a finger on the button to start the blender, but pauses, looking over at Yoongi. "Do we get to dress up?"

Yoongi hums, "We are supposed to wear suits, yes."

"Suits?!" Taehyung beams.

Yoongi chuckles lowly as Taehyung begins to excitedly spout off outfit ideas.

Taehyung loves getting to dress up and go out. It's not something Yoongi is partial to, but he knows his husband enjoys it.

He could go alone- it'd be less risky if he did- but he figured this would be a good way to spice things up at least a little.

Give them a chance to throw a wrench in their routine.

"I was going to take my suite in tomorrow to get pressed so I can take yours as well... If you can decide on one before I take mine, that is."

Taehyung nods with a grin.

"Well, I'd better get going," Yoongi comments softly, leaning over to press a kiss to his husband's temple.

At the mention of leaving, Taehyung somewhat snaps out of his thoughts to look at the wall clock to his right.

"Oh fuck, I need to get going too!"

Yoongi nods, pushing himself off of the counter to head out of the kitchen to retrieve his briefcase and get his shoes.

"I should be home around eight at the latest." Yoongi calls to Taehyung.

"No worries," Taehyung nods shortly, turning on the machine to quickly finish making his breakfast, mind continuing to drift off in thoughts of hotel suits and vacation destinations.

How nice it would be to have himself a regular, relaxing weekend off. Like a regular person with a regular five day a week, nine to five job.

But Taehyung's job is far from regular.

.......

Once Taehyung gets through security, he sees the secretary waving him towards her desk. He makes his way to her with a smile.

"Good morning Agent Kim! Mr. Bang wanted to speak with you when you got here. He's on a call right now so if you want to stop by your office before you head to his that should give him enough time to finish his call." She smiles happily.

"Thank you, Yuna. And might I say, you look especially beautiful today," Taehyung compliments, flashing another smile then chuckling to himself at her flushed cheeks before he heads to his office to drop off his bag and laptop.

Early meetings with the boss aren't anything new- he's one of their top employees after all- but despite this, there's still a rush of adrenaline through his system as he exits his office to make his way to Mr. Bang's.

"Taehyung," His boss greets with a warm smile, gesturing for him to take a seat on one of the leather armchairs across from him.

Taehyung does just that, clasping his hands in his lap as he waits to hear what the man has to say.

"First, I want to congratulate you on a job well done with your last assignment. It wasn't an easy hit, but I knew you would be the right person to trust with the task."

Taehyung accepts the praise with a grateful smile, briefly reflecting back on his last assignment.

It was just two weeks ago that he'd been sat in this same seat and handed a folder with the typical information on a target.

Inside was a picture of an attractive man- not much younger than Taehyung- with sandy brown hair, bright brown eyes and a contagious smile.

Name; Choi Soobin.

Also included was a list of his general information such as the reason he was being targeted, his home address, acquaintances, his workplace, places he frequents, etc.

Taehyung had only had to tail the guy for about two days before he had the chance to take him out.

He remembered how the boy pleaded for his life. Begged to be spared, to be forgiven of the crimes Taehyung was hired to kill him for committing, but his words fell on deaf, uncaring ears.

Despite the tearful cries, Taehyung didn't hesitate to pull the trigger nor did he feel penitence afterwards.

He doesn't like to talk about it but he's well aware of his lack of remorse.

The agency offers psychologists and therapists for agents to meet with, but Taehyung can't imagine talking to a stranger about how he feels.

One would think your spouse would be the first person you'd turn to when you need to get some things off your chest, but not in Taehyung's case.

How would he tell his logical, ethical husband anything alluding to the fact that he's a trained assassin?

And a fucking good one at that.

He can't, that's how. It's much too risky a secret to share. If Yoongi knew, there would be serious consequences.

So he keeps it to himself.

"I always complete the assignments I'm given. You know that."

Mr. Bang gives him a delighted grin, "And that's why I've come to you with this one."

He then reaches into his desk drawer, removing a folder that looks identical to the dozens upon dozens Taehyung's been given over the years.

Mr. Bang keeps it in his grip, observing Taehyung with an unreadable expression for a brief moment before breaking into the same grin as before.

"This came across my desk yesterday." He places the sealed folder in Taehyung's outstretched hand. "This is a threat level one target."

Taehyung raises a brow, a familiar thrill running down his spine.

He has only had an assignment of this importance once before and it was one of his most memorable assignments. Most intellectually challenging and thrilling.

"The target is a fellow employee. An informant who has been contracted with the agency for some time," Mr. Bang leans forward, resting his elbows on his desk. "It's been discovered that not only has he been working with a competing agency in the city, he has been withholding information he gathers in the field from us to then sell on the black market."

Taehyung's eyes widen as Mr. Bang continues. "The information he has is about our agency, agents, contacts, everything, making it available to the highest bidder. He needs to be dealt with as soon as possible."

"How long do I have to do the job?"

"Two days," Mr. Bang answers, eyeing Taehyung closely.

Taehyung's eyes widen. The usual time allotted for a job- taking into account the recon, gathering of supplies and overall planning- is five days minimum.

Seeing his reaction, Mr. Bang speaks again, "He knows far too much to be allowed to continue to sell our secrets for his own gain. You do have the option to turn down the mission if you don't think that's doable. I can just as easily see if Nam-"

"Namjoon?" Taehyung scoffs mockingly. "Please, the target would probably die of old age before Namjoon could get to them! He over-thinks everything. Makes assignments ten times more complicated then they should be. No, you came to me first for a reason. I'm up for it."

Mr. Bang nods slowly. "If you're sure. We can't risk this job going poorly, Taehyung. He has the potential to expose our entire operation if he isn't eliminated. Yours, mine, all of our lives would be at risk."

"I'm up for it." Taehyung repeats resolutely.

He's good at what he does and he's never been one to back down from a challenge. Besides. Maybe taking on a job of this importance will give him the sort of spark that he's been craving for.

Granted, it's not a spark that will ignite anything in his personal life- his crumbling marriage specifically- but it's something. And something is more than what he's had.

"We need this clean, quick and contained." Mr. Bang says, standing up from his chair. "No witnesses."

Taehyung does the same, envelope tucked securely under his arm.

"Good luck." Mr. Bang reaches his hand out to Taehyung for a handshake.

"Thank you for the assignment. I won't let you down." Taehyung says, facial expression showing his determination as he shakes the outstretched hand.

Keeping the unopened folder tucked under his arm, he quickly makes his way back to his office.

The excitement coursing through him to see who this target is has him preening. Once he's seated at his desk he carefully breaks the seal of the envelope before sliding out the contents inside.

The first thing his eyes land on once the documents are laid out on his desk is the photo of the target.

After studying the photo, he turns his attention to the specs on the target

Name: Jeon Jungkook, A.K.A. Ace

Charges: Agency informant turned traitor. Withholding information of dire importance as well as company secrets to sell to criminals and terrorist groups.

Threat Level: One

Caution: Extremely intelligent, master of evasion, not to be underestimated.

With a quirked brow Taehyung continues to read the details about him. The more he reads the more interested he becomes, hatching all sorts of plans of attack on how to go about this job.

By noon, Taehyung has all the necessary tools such as cameras, binoculars, audio recorders, heat sensors, smoke grenades, handguns with silencers, knives, anything he needs to be able to start his investigative work for tracking down the target and carrying out the hit.

Enlisting some interns to assist, he gets all of the equipment loaded into one of the high tech company vans disguised as a maintenance truck.

Once everything is in the van, Taehyung is off to check the first point of contact the documents listed as a frequented location at this time of day by the target.

A specific French café coincidentally not too far from his office building.

Taehyung parks the van just across the street from the café before stepping out onto the curb then crossing the street to make his way to the café.

The first thing he does before entering the building is stop at the power box located on the outside of the building.

He has an electrical tap to place on a few of the wires to gain easier access to the cameras in and around the café.

Just as a precaution as security footage can be quite useful and it's better to have it and not need it then need it and not have it.

You can never be too cautious or too prepared. That's one of the many things written in the code that assassins live by.

You can never be too cautious or too prepared; that's one of the many things written in the code that assassins live by and that code is taken very seriously.

Without rules not only would the whole system collapse, the death toll amongst agents would rise astronomically.

The code is the difference between life and death.

.......

After entering the establishment, he only has to walk a few meters in before he spots Jungkook at a table near the back of the space.

Taehyung keeps a subtle eye on his target as he makes his way to the counter, quickly ordering a tea before taking a seat at a table far enough away to not be too obvious as he continues to eye Jungkook.

His plan is to hopefully follow Jungkook from the café to wherever else he may be going- if it's his house he'll follow him inside and kill him on the spot or if somewhere else, he will get him in the van- and then he'll be done.

Easy. He just has to wait for the kid to leave the café.

After a few minutes of sipping his tea, he watches the target pick up a call on his cell.

It's not a long conversation, him only giving a few nods with short responses before hanging up.

Not long after the call is ended someone in a dark jacket walks into the shop, bee lining their way casually to Jungkook without so much as a glance around the shop.

Taehyung watches with narrowed eyes.

The person looks to be average height, has a black beanie on, a black mask and an overcoat layered over a dark grey sweater and black pants.

When they get to the table and Jungkook stands up to shake their hand, Taehyung notices that the person has leather gloves on.

Interesting, he squints his eyes, looking at the gloves. It's cold out, but not that cold.

Following the handshake, Jungkook leads his guest towards a hallway in the back of the dining area.

After waiting about thirty seconds, Taehyung makes his way cautiously to the hallway with the intent to follow the two.

The hallway is long and fairly low lit. He presses himself somewhat up against the wall, adjusting his mask over his mouth and nose before wrapping his fingers around the handle of the gun that's been tucked in his waistband, but doesn't draw it yet.

As he inches his way forward he passes by the restrooms and after checking both the men's and the women's- finding both empty- he continues down the hall.

The last door he comes to is an exit with a narrow window looking into a back alley.

He continues towards the door and just as more of the alley comes into view, he begins to hear raised voices before he sees Jungkook stumble backwards harshly, as if being shoved.

Taehyung quickly takes his gun out of his waistband before pushing through the metal door with his gun drawn.

The person Taehyung had seen follow Jungkook is standing over him with their back to Taehyung.

Just as Taehyung raises his gun to point at the person, Jungkook exclaims in a panicked voice, looking straight at him, "Do something man! Don't just stand-"

Suddenly the stranger leans down, hits Jungkook hard on the side of his head, knocking him out cold. Then they turn towards Taehyung.

Before Taehyung even has a change react, the masked stranger turns a black gun on him and fires.

The wind gets knocked out of Taehyung as the bullet hits him square in the chest, causing him to stumble backwards until his back hits the wall with a thud.

As he gasps for air he's immensely thankful for whoever invented the vest that's just saved his life.

The stranger locks eyes with Taehyung as he staggers back onto his feet, startled only for a second or two before breaking into a sprint, heading to the opening from the alley that leads back to the busy street.

Taehyung's surprise with being shot is quickly superseded by anger not only because this asshole just shot him in the chest, but because they also got to Jungkook before he did, fucking up his plan.

Taehyung breaks into a sprint, running as fast as he can to catch up.

Just as he steps onto the sidewalk, Taehyung sees the person pulling on a helmet as they sit atop the back of a motorcycle.

They glance over their shoulder at him, revving the engine on the bike, before speeding away.

He's pointing his gun at the rider, but he can't very well just open fire. This is a moving target speeding towards a busy intersection in the middle of the city.

He can do nothing but watch as the rider escapes.

Once the stranger is out of sight, Taehyung pulls his mask off before throwing it on the ground forcefully.

"FUCK!" He yells, stomping and kicking the discarded mask.

"What the fuck was that? Who the fuck was that?!" He growls in frustration under his breath as he paces the sidewalk.

When Taehyung begins to hear cries for help from the alley he lets out an annoyed groan.

He recognizes the voice as Jungkook's.

With a roll of his eyes, he takes a few steps back to where the boy is within view from the sidewalk, raises his gun- silencer securely in place at the end of the barrel- and shoots him in the temple.

He then spins on his heal with an annoyed huff, picks his mask up from the ground, stuffing it into his pocket with one hand- tucking his gun back into his waistband with the other- as he makes his way across the street, back to the van.

Once inside he quickly takes out his phone to call the office.

He can do this himself, but- and he hates to admit it- Jimin is better at these things than him.

He'll be able to get what he needs faster than Taehyung will.

After a few rings, the call gets picked up.

"Yeah?"

"I need you to hack the security system at the café." Taehyung instructs hastily.

"Did something-"

"For hell sakes Jimin, I don't have time to explain! Just hack the fucking cameras," he huffs, then adds a halfhearted, "Please."

"Okay, okay," Jimin responds, sounding panicked at Taehyung's tone.

"I'm at-"

"You have your GPS on. I know what café you're at," Jimin answers shortly- Taehyung can hear the eye roll in his tone- while typing can be heard in the background, "Just give me a sec."

After a few seconds of silence, Jimin comes back on the line.

"Do you want video from the time they opened until now or yesterday's footage or what is it you're looking for?"

"Just send me all the video from the last hour."

Shortly after, Taehyung sees a message come up on his company issued laptop.

"Sent," Jimin informs.

He opens the file, fast forwarding to the point when the man walked in to meet with Jungkook.

From there, he watches as the two walk down the hallway- himself following shortly after- but after that, as soon as they get to past the restroom doors, they can't be seen anymore.

"Are there any cameras in the alley behind the building?" He asks.

"Not that I can see. But let me check..." He trails off, going quiet as Taehyung begins to hear tapping and typing.

"There's a camera around the corner on the side of the building!" Jimin chimes, smile apparent in his voice. "There's a partial view of the alley, but not a full visual."

"Whatever it recorded, send it." Taehyung growls, disregarding the light tone in Jimin's voice as he keeps his eyes on the inbox, waiting for the file to be received.

As soon as the file comes in, he opens it quickly.

He watches the video, seeing the motorcycle sitting outside the alley. He watches the stranger run to the bike, take off their hat and mask-

Taehyung freezes.

He pauses the video, intense stare baring into the monitor as he rewinds it before playing it back.

He does this five more times, watching the man- because now he can see that it is a man- take off his beanie, jamming it into his pocket before doing the same with his mask.

In the brief seconds before he pulls on his helmet the man happens to angle his head in a way that reveals his face to the camera.

A rookie mistake Taehyung thinks, but so was allowing himself to get shot in the chest so easily minutes ago by this same guy.

When Taehyung pauses, zooms in and plays the recording frame by frame, he comes to realize that this may not be just some guy.

Despite the fuzzy, pixelated image, he knows this face. Knows it very well.

He gasps as dread, anger and confusion flood his system.

"No fucking way..."

.......

"Where in the fucking hell did that asshole come from?!" He rants, throwing his helmet at the wall as soon as he walks into the private office.

"Yoongi, if you put another hole in my wall I'm going to beat your ass! Now stop with the tantrum, take a deep breath and tell me what the hell happened."

He lets out an annoyed groan, stripping off his jacket before throwing it on the couch to his right.

"After getting the assignment yesterday I got ahold of the target. I asked him to meet me today so I could buy a flash drive he was wanting to sell. The plan was to get there, take him to a back room or something, knock him out, take the flash drive then inject him with a slow acting poison so he could go home and die there. Simple. It was supposed to be fucking simple! Then some asshole comes out of nowhere and fucks the whole thing up!"

"Did you kill-"

"No, I didn't get a chance to inject him! All I did was knock him out. The little shit is probably wobbling back into the café right now with nothing more than a headache." He growls in frustration, ruffling his fringe harshly. "This was supposed to be an easy job but that anonymous bastard cost me the whole goddamn mission."

"Do you not know who they are?"

"If I did do you think I'd be here, Jin." He scowls with a roll of his eyes. "I'd be wherever that miserable piece of shit is beating them to death."

"Watch your attitude! I didn't do this to you." Jin frowns before steering the conversation back on track. "Were they a professional? An assassin like you or just a bystander that happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time."

"Closer to an assassin than a bystander. A rookie at best though. They had a gun almost identical to mine drawn but their reflexes were slow. Didn't even get out of the way when I pointed my gun and shot. They must've had a vest on though because all the bullet did was knock them back."

"So they're alive." Jin asks, turning to his computer.

"Yeah. They ran after me, trying to chase me down but I got away on my bike." Yoongi sighs as he drops himself onto the leather couch, legs hanging over the armrest.

When the room falls silent, the sounds of the incessant clicking of a computer mouse accompanied by rushed typing, Yoongi lays his head back against the cushion as he thinks back to the scene in the alley.

He had the target on the ground, the flash drive in his hand and he was ready to hit the kid on the head, knocking him out so he could inject him with the poison.

It was supposed to be simple. Then that mother fucking idiot ruined it.

The idiot... He couldn't see their face in it's entirety, but they met eyes. Yoongi looked right at them.

Those eyes... the expression in them.

They almost looked familiar, but that's impossible.

Whoever they were, if they really were there to kill the kid they probably went back to take him out after I left, Yoongi frowns to himself, incredibly annoyed that he wasn't able to finish his assignment.

It's the first time in ages he's failed to complete a mission.

"Hazah!" Jin exclaims suddenly from his desk. "We have an address!"

Yoongi shoots up from the couch before throwing his legs over its edge.

"How the hell did you get an address?!" He gasps as he rushes up next to Jin. "And hazah? Really?"

Jin waves his hand, dismissing the judgement regarding his word choice before answering the important question that's been asked. "The footage from the cameras inside as well as outside the shop had been wiped, which makes me think that this was in fact a professional job because the cameras weren't just turned off. The video recordings were locked internally to disable their play-back capabilities. Meaning, I can't get in to see what they may have caught. So instead, I hacked the traffic cams!"

"The traffic cams!" Yoongi grins. "Brilliant."

He stands beside Jin as they watch the recording.

It's a bit far away as it is the traffic light at the top of the street, but they can see Yoongi getting on his bike down the block.

Not long after he speeds away, someone crosses the street and gets into a white van.

It stays parked in the same spot for nearly fifteen minutes before it finally pulls away from the curb.

The two men watch with anticipation as the van comes closer to the camera, eyes fixed on the front bumper to see if they can spot a license plate and if so, if they can make out the number to look it up.

They are disappointed when they see there is no plate on the front, but after the van passes through the intersection, Jin quickly switches to one of the other traffic cams located down the street the car had headed to see if they can see the back of the van.

"Haz-"

"Enough with the Hazah's." Yoongi utters shortly, unfazed by the scowl Jin flashes at him.

"Can you read that, 'cause I can't." Yoongi goes on to ask, squinting his eyes as he leans closer to the screen.

He gets his answer when Jin quickly opens another page on his computer and types in a short series of numbers and letters to the national vehicle registration data base.

"Let's see who this baby belongs to," Jin smiles proudly as he pulls up the address using satellite images.

As the image loads, Yoongi's brows are pulled closer and closer together.

When the picture quality begins to clarify, his heart rate speeds up and he finds himself resting his hands on the desk as he leans even closer to the screen.

"...You're sure this is the address?" He inquires before pressing his lips together tightly as his eyes move rapidly over the image.

"That's where the license plate number pulled in being registered to. It looks like it's an office building."

After hearing the answer, Yoongi hangs his head pausing for a moment before pushing himself off of the desk with his palms.

"I need to borrow your car," He says apprehensively, reaching for the drawer he knows the older keeps his keys in.

"The fuck you are, take your bike. Or better yet, your own car!" Jin raises his voice while swatting Yoongi's hand away. "You are not taking my baby out. Especially not in the emotional state you're in. You're way too-"

"He might recognize my car. He'd for sure recognize my fucking bike. Plus the damn engine is so loud it would draw unwanted attention."

Jin furrows his brows with a deep frown on his lips. "How would he recognize your car?"

"I think it's Taehyung," Yoongi answers shakily after a beat.

"Taehyung who?" Jin asks after a beat.

"My Taehyung."

Jin stares at him, wide eyed before breaking into a wide grin that eventually turns into him laughing hysterically.

"Your Taehyung? The Taehyung who cries every time he watches a Pixar movie, hates spicy food and can't handle his alcohol? You think he's the one who showed up today? Who you, what did you say you did? Shot in the chest?"

The image of the pair of chocolatey brown eyes that had stared back at him today flashes again through Yoongi's mind.

"I think so... but I can't be sure. That's why I need your car." Yoongi nods towards the monitors, face looking gravely serious. "That's his work address."

Jin quickly looks back at his computer to study the screen again. "The Marketing Agency?"

"The Marketing Agency," Yoongi repeats.

Jin looks up at Yoongi to continue to argue that there's no way in hell soft little Taehyungie could be a killer, but when he sees the look of not only determinination and anger but also worry on Yoongi's face, he knows it's better if he keep quiet.

Instead of saying anything more, he reaches for his keys before holding them out for Yoongi to take.

"I hope you're wrong," Jin sighs as Yoongi takes long strides to the door. "But, if it is him there's a chance that he already knows you were the one there today. They have access to the same resources I do and you saw how quickly I found where they may be. Additionally, like I said. The camera footage I had originally tried to hack into had been locked. Not just anyone would be capable of doing that."

"I'm not worried about if anyone knows who I am or not. What worries me is what it will mean if it is him..." he gulps, meeting Jin's eyes with uncertainty, stating, "I don't think I could do it. He's still my husband..."

"Who's to say you weren't a cover?" Jin blurts out suddenly. Accusingly. "You don't know whether or not he's been using you as some sort of safety to help sell an undercover mission or something."

"We've been together for seven years. That's a long time to be undercover. A long time to pretend to be in love."

Jin lets out a heavy sigh as he walks closer to his friend.

"I hate to break it to you, but even if it started out real, you two haven't been in love for a while." Jin comments while leaning back in his chair. "I thought you two should have divorced years ago."

"Don't even fucking start with me, Jin." Yoongi scowls, yanking open the door. "And nothing is for sure. I won't know until I go see it for myself."

"What's your plan then, huh? Just going to walk in there, head to his office and ask him if he's an assassin?" Jin quirks a brow. "If he remembers being shot in the chest by a stranger this afternoon?"

"For fuck sakes," Yoongi groans in exhasperstion. "No, I'm going to go see if I can confirm that the van we just watched that person get into is there at his company. If it is, I'll improvise a plan on confronting him. How we would begin to have this conversation I have no idea, but however it happens I'll probably try to do it at home. That'd be neutral ground for us both."

"Okay. Let me know what you find. And don't wreck my car!" Jin calls loudly as Yoongi shuts the door.

Yoongi almost wants to be offended at how unsympathetic Jin is to the thought that his friend's own husband may be who he is about to have to go after, but he doesn't really have the time.

There's too much to do. Too much to think about.

As Yoongi walks to the parking garage to get to Jin's car, millions of thoughts are flashing through his mind.

On one hand, he wants to be mistaken.

Wants the pair of eyes he saw today that looked to portray the same comically childlike surprise that his husband's do when he's startled to be a coincidence.

He wants Jin finding the van to be registered to the same office building where Taehyung works to be a coincidence.

He wants with everything he has for today to be one big fucking coincidence.

For it all to be explained away in any possible way because that will be easier to face than the truth.

Because if it's true, that Taehyung- his sweet, caring, soft, forever smiling husband- is an assassin, just the same as Yoongi is, he's going to have to kill him.

In this profession, if you risk someone discovering your identity, they are considered a threat to you as well as the agency you're contracted with and they have to be eliminated. No exceptions.

Assassins leave no witnesses.

And if Yoongi doesn't carry out the hit himself, the agency will just send someone else.

And they won't just send them to kill Taehyung but to kill Yoongi as well for failing his mission and putting the agency at risk.

He has no choice. It's part of the job.

"What a fucking mess..." He breaths out as he climbs into Jin's car to head to Taehyung's office building, praying with everything he has that he's wrong.

.......

"How is this happening?" Taehyung questions, voice barely above a whisper, eyes wide as he stares at the framed Van Gough painting Yoongi had gifted him for their third wedding anniversary.

What he's always thought was a beautiful, tranquility inducing landscape is now- in this moment- making him want to find the nearest "Wheatfield with Cypresses" and burn it to ash.

"I wish I had an answer for you," Jimin answers in the same disbelieving tone. "This is insane."

He and Taehyung had watched and rewatched the footage at least two dozen times since Taehyung returned to the agency, yet they still found what they were seeing hard to believe.

It's just not possible.

"How is this happening?!" Taehyung raises his voice- the sudden outburst startling Jimin- at the same time he pushes his chair out harshly.

Once on his feet, he begins pacing the room anxiously.

"How could he- Why-" Taehyung stammers, feeling more and more erratic. "How have I never known?! How could he do this-"

"You've both been hiding who you really are, Tae."

Taehyung turns on his heel, affliction filled eyes baring into Jimin.

Before he can spit back at his friend, Jimin continues. "You started doing this eight years ago. That's one year before you met Yoongi. Has the thought ever crossed your mind at any point in those eight years of telling him the truth?"

Taehyung's chest rises and falls angrily as Jimin's words slowly settle over him.

He'd thought about it once, maybe twice towards their beginning, but he quickly dismissed the idea.

He knew what it would mean if Yoongi found out. The kind of danger that would put him in.

He had to petition and negotiate like hell to get his agency to sign off on him marrying in the first place; them thinking spouses are a liability.

He wasn't about to intensify the degree of danger Yoongi would be in by actually giving him the knowledge about what he does for a living.

That would be like signing his death warrant.

He was confident that if his agency ever did get suspicious of his husband knowing more than he should, he could get ahead of it.

Could stop whatever plan they'd have hatched to send someone after him.

What a strange twist of fate that he is the one his agency is sending...

By the time Jimin speaks again, Taehyung's anger- the hurt accompanied by a sense of betrayal he had no right feeling- had subsided.

Now he's seething with uneasiness and doubt.

"I don't aim to make things worse-"

"I don't see how things could possibly be any worse," Taehyung gulps down a sob.

There's no way in hell he's going to be able to pull this off.

Just the thought makes him sick.

Jimin sighs shakily, eyes becoming teary as he sees the turmoil etched across his friend's face, "This isn't all on Yoongi, Tae. You lied too. You kept this secret from him too. And as angry and hurt as you feel, I'm sure he is going through the same mix of emotions. I don't doubt that he was aware of the same consequences you are if you were to find out what he does. Who he is."

Taehyung blinks, "...He was protecting me the same way I was trying to protect him."

"Of course he was, Tae. He was aware of the same consequences you are if you were to find out the truth."

"And now, I..." he gulps, mouth feeling more dry by the second. "I can't protect him from me, Jimin."

"I'm more worried about you protecting yourself. I'm sure he will be given the same instructions from his bosses that Mr. Bang will give you about eliminating him," he takes a deep breath, walking to Taehyung, placing a hand on his shoulder. "It's really fucking shitty that you have to even think about having to do this, but this is what it's come to."

Taehyung takes a sharp intake of breath as he backs away on wobbly legs back to his desk chair, dropping himself  back into it.

His eyes again find the painting on the wall. His eyes follow blankly the outline of the blue mountains dipping left and right, up and down, behind the large pine tree and the full, round bushes.

This time as he gazes at the landscape he doesn't so much want to set the field ablaze as much as he'd like to escape into it and run away from all of this.

This is what it's come to... what a terrible thought.

"It'd be better if it was you... don't you think?" Jimin voices slowly.

Taehyung turns to him with an almost horrified expression, "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"I just mean, if it's you, you can control how he goes..." Jimin clarifies hesitantly.

Control how he goes.

Taehyung gulps despite how absolutely dry his
mouth is.

"It's... better if it's me..." he repeats, blinking rapidly to stop the tears that eventually break free in the end.

.......

Quite honestly, Taehyung still has yet to fully decide what his plan is as he pulls into the driveway of his home.

The home that he and Yoongi scrimped and saved for during their newlywed faze until the momentous spring day when they were finally able to afford to buy it.

He had always dreamed of having a house like this. A house big enough to fill with dogs and art and kids.

He had his picture perfect house with his picture perfect husband.

He takes a shaky breath as he thinks about the love of his life- because he would still say Yoongi is the love of his life despite them not being so much in love anymore.

He figured there was probably still things he may not know the full story of or that Yoongi had yet to share with him, but this... this is insane.

He and Jimin had spoken for over an hour about what Taehyung should do, but he still isn't sure.

He loved Yoongi with his whole heart and he still cares about him. Still respects him.

Taehyung appreciates the stability he's always offered to him.

The way he grounds Taehyung and makes him think of things realistically, logically, when his imagination tends to get away from him.

He enjoys- the more rare occasions now but occasions all the same- when he can engage Yoongi in conversations about composers and music as well as other interests they share.

He appreciates how good of a listener he is. How Yoongi will let you come to him when something is wrong and listen to your problems, offering advice only when it's requested instead of jumping right into trying to tell you how to fix whatever you are frustrated about.

He's enjoyed the past six years of marriage with Yoongi for the most part.

Their personalities are similar as well as different in such unique ways that truly compliment each other.

And even though it's been rough for them the last while with them drifting apart, this is in now way, shape or form, how he thought the fate of their marriage would turn out.

He really does cherish the years they've spent together and he wishes it didn't have to be this way.

But... it's part of the job.

Assassins leave no witnesses.

His boss recapitulated the point numerous times when Taehyung had to report a few hours earlier that the job was done, but only barely.

That someone else beat him to the target.

Thankfully this meeting was after he had spoken with Jimin so he was slightly more level headed when he'd spoken with Mr. Bang.

Slightly.

Mr. Bang had- as was expected- delivered to him the assignment to eliminate his new target, Min Yoongi, and he is becoming less and less confident in his ability to complete as the minutes pass.

"It's part of the job," he repeats to himself.

He tries to remember what he and Jimin had talked about earlier.

They had come to the consensus that if it has to be done it should be done by someone who cares about Yoongi. Otherwise, who knows what will happen. Or how it will happen.

It's not like if Taehyung refuses they'll just call the hit off.

If he doesn't do it himself they'll just send someone else to do it and somehow, Taehyung thinks that's worse.

Yes, if it must be done, it should be done by him.

Taehyung lets out a heavy sigh as he tries to look at the situation objectively- professionally- despite it being really fucking hard to do.

Trying his damndest to push his emotions into a confined box in Taehyung's mind where he tends to stash emotional trauma- only after letting himself cry for about a twenty minute stretch- he begins to plan.

"Yoongi will be home late because of a meeting," he mumbles to himself, the corners of his lips pulled down into a frown.

A meeting...

Taking out Jungkook was probably what he cleared his afternoon for to give himself enough time to get the job done.

He knows Yoongi said he'd be late and for Taehyung to maybe grab something on his way home instead of waiting for him, but he's not going to do that.

Per Jimin's suggestion, he'd stopped on his way home to pick up one of those large pork roasts to cook, mostly for an excuse to have a knife in hand.

He'd brought up maybe cooking steak as it would serve the same purpose, Jimin pointed out that he would either have to cut Yoongi's steak for him or bypass knives entirely if that were the case, otherwise he would be willingly giving him a deadly weapon.

Not that an assassin can't make anything into a weapon realistically speaking, he just really can't afford to give Yoongi that kind of courtesy.

Besides, he has no reference for how good Yoongi actually is at his job- how experienced he is with specific weaponry, including knives- but he does know that he got the jump on him today.

He also knows that it looked like Yoongi had set up the meeting with Jungkook prior to showing up at the café.

He must have done some kind of recon work on his part to be able to get the contact information to get ahold of Jungkook.

Taehyung's guys didn't give him any solid contact information to get ahold of Jungkook directly so that's testament enough to Yoongi's abilities alone as well as whatever agency he's contracted with is capable of.

Yoongi's agency... Taehyung begins to wonder who his husband actually works for. There are three prominent agencies and Taehyung's is one of them.

They're all reputable, powerful and protective of their anonymity.

That makes Taehyung question what Yoongi's agency would do to him.

They wouldn't be merciful, that's for sure.

They'd treat him like they would any of the other hundreds of people agents are regularly sent out to kill. Maybe even worse.

Maybe they'd torture him for company secrets. Try to get out of him other agents' identities or information about Mr. Bang before they'd end his suffering.

A shiver runs down his spine as he thinks about the things he's been asked to do to targets before. Specifically, the ones his agency had taken hits out on personally.

It was actually rather surprising that he wasn't asked to send more of a message when killing Jungkook because, depending on the charges, the assignments can be gruesome.

He wouldn't wish that on his worst enemy. And most certainly not on Yoongi.

He has to be the one to carry out this hit to insure that all of that is avoided.

He has to be the one to kill him.

It's the only way he can make sure his husband doesn't suffer.

.......

By the time Yoongi's car pulls into the driveway, Taehyung has hardened himself to be pushed into- or as close to- the mindset of the trained killer he is.

For the most part, numb to the thought of what will be coming next.

The two glasses of wine he'd had along with a shot of tequila definitely helped aid in that feat.

There's a handgun that's been placed in the drawer with the hand towels near the kitchen sink.

He's hoping he won't have to use it- wanting it more as a back up plan- as he's decided on a less violent method of attack.

He's added a special ingredient to the seasoning on the roast, a quick acting poisonous powder that he's hoping will be enough to make his husband's death quick and painless.

Despite his meditation and seemingly solid enough prepping, Taehyung still felt his nerves a bit shaken. He's cutting himself some slack for his shakier than usual hand in this case though.

He's planning to kill his husband after all. They don't train you for something like this.

Targets are usually strangers he's never met before, not someone he built a life with.

When he hears the familiar sound of the garage door opening, he leers out the kitchen window, watching the headlights as Yoongi pulls into the garage.

Next he hears the sound of the garage door closing followed by a car door slam he knows there's only a few seconds left until his plan officially starts.

He ultimately decided to play it cool as to not provoke Yoongi to attack. There's still a chance he doesn't know Taehyung was there today and Taehyung would really rather not draw attention to it if he doesn't need to.

He takes a few cleansing breaths, plasters a smile on his face as he begins taking the side dishes to the table for dinner.

"Hi hyung!" Taehyung greets– cringing a bit at how forced the words sound– when Yoongi walks in.

He watches out of the corner of his eye as Yoongi shrugs off his jacket before slipping out of his dress shoes.

"Hello sweetheart." He calls back in the relaxed, light yet tired voice he usually does.

When Yoongi turns his back to Taehyung to hang his jacket on the hook inside beside garage door, he takes that as a chance to rest his eyes fully in Yoongi, only having side eyed him until now as to not make his gawking so obvious.

He still can't quite believe it. His husband is so naturally un-confrontational. Peaceful.

How could he possibly be a killer?

Then again, no one would guess Taehyung to be one either.

Taehyung who adores pretty bracelets and earrings, could watch The Notebook everyday and never tire of it and hates recreational exercise, is also a trained killer.

He continues to stare at Yoongi's back, lips pouted as he stooped in his wondering, thinking of all of the shared secrets and similar job experiences neither have ever talked about with the other.

When Yoongi turns around, the smile is placed back on Taehyung's face.

"It smells good, darling, but I said you could order in." Yoongi smiles, eyeing the massive carving knife in Taehyung's hand. "You didn't have to go through all this trouble."

"It was no trouble." Taehyung grins stiffly. "Besides, it worked out! You're right on time. Why don't you take a seat."

"Are you sure? I'd be happy to help carve the roast. It's the least I can do since you did all the cooking." Yoongi offers, eyes narrowing ever so subtly as he keeps a small, noticeably forced smile on his lips.

As Taehyung looks at him- really looks at him- he sees a hardness in Yoongi's eyes he's never seen before.

Besides the slight redness in the whites of his eyes- the coloring making Taehyung suspicious that his husband maybe had a drink or two before coming home- his expression a feigned mask of something akin to disinterest.

Hardened forcibly as to not let anything he may think or feel show.

To anyone else, anyone at all, they would see Yoongi as nothing more than unapproachable. Honestly, he looks unpredictable. Scary.

But Taehyung recognizes this look.

Yoongi's in character, actively immersed in playing the role of a killer.

The role he's been playing for God knows how long.

A chill runs down his spine as it really starts to sink in. This is a trained, highly skilled killer standing in front of him. Not Min Yoongi; the contractor.

Taehyung wants to be upset that he's never noticed anything out of the ordinary or questionable before, but that only goes to show just good at acting- at lying- his husband is.

The way Yoongi is looking at him, studying him the same way he himself is studying Yoongi makes him realize something he hadn't really thought of before.

Yoongi has access to the same resources he does. Jimin was able to set up a firewall as a precaution to keep the security footage blocked that could show video of Taehyung, but who's to say they didn't find out some other way?

With how Yoongi is looking at him, it definitely makes him suspicious that this isn't one sided. That he very well could know Taehyung was there.

Taehyung watches carefully as Yoongi rounds the table and takes a seat where he usually does at the head of the table.

Taehyung stays stood next to where the meat has been placed on a serving platter as he begins to cut and dish it out for both of them.

He's not planning on eating any of the poisoned meat of course, sticking only to the side dishes instead.

He walks the protein covered plate to Yoongi, setting it on the table in front of him, asking casually, "How was the meeting," as he appraises Yoongi's reaction closely.

Yoongi drags his eyes from the plate of food leveling them on Taehyung's profile. "Very enlightening."

"Oh? How so?" Taehyung inquires.

The silence that settles after Taehyung speaks is deafening.

He can't bring himself to look anywhere but the plate of side dishes he is slowly fixing himself.

After a few more beats of silence- the electrical currents of tension between them causing the hair on the back of Taehyung's neck to stand- Yoongi speaks.

"It was discovered that a job I'd been asked to complete may have been double booked mistakenly."

His voice seems to have a hint of amusement in it, but when Taehyung turns to lock eyes with the man, the stony aloofness in his expression puts a swift end to that thought.

There is no trace of amusement on Yoongi's face as he stares at Taehyung, appraising him closely.

Taehyung only nods wordlessly, turning towards his side of the table, gulping as Yoongi's words echo in his mind.

He knows. He knows it was Taehyung. That much is extremely obvious.

"Fuck," he exhales silently, shutting his eyes tightly.

This is happening. Right here, right now. The beginning of the end.

Everything escalated quickly after that.

Taehyung grabs the carving knife, turns on his heal and throws it in Yoongi's direction with as much force as he can muster.

Yoongi's years of training kick in immediately as he ducks his head- the knife narrowly missing him- as he crouches down and dives onto the floor, tucking into a somersault before getting his feet back under him.

As soon as he stood upright, he gets in a fighting stance, ready for whatever else Taehyung's got planned.

Taehyung does the same, spreading his feet just shoulder width apart, putting up his fists.

"Who'd of thought my sweet husband was a fighter all this time." Yoongi says, observing Taehyung's stance and form.

"Who'd of thought my husband was a killer all this time." Taehyung deadpans.

In a matter of seconds, Yoongi grabs his fork that was next to his plate, twirling it in his fingers before throwing it at Taehyung.

The prongs of the fork strike Taehyung's thigh, breaking through the fabric of his pants, imp-ailing his leg.

The impact catches him by surprise only for a moment before he pulls it out in one swift movement without a flinch.

Within seconds, Taehyung closes the distance between he and Yoongi in two long strides, fist already cocked back before throwing it at his husbands jaw, following his right jab with a left uppercut to Yoongi's side.

Yoongi absorbs the hits exceptionally well- as Taehyung would have expected- hardly flinching at the blow to the face and only letting out a small puff of air from the hit to the stomach before turning his head to look at Taehyung with a wicked grin.

Taehyung stands motionless save for the lowering of his fists as he watches Yoongi's tongue slide to the corner of his lips.

This is certainly not the time for this- this unintentional ogling- but the sight before him is a whole other level of sexy Taehyung recalls only seeing glimpses of during steamy make-out sessions and hookups with his husband.

And that was years ago.

This masochistic, predatory, crooked smile that stuns Taehyung into silence at the same time it lights a fire that instantly blazes through his veins.

Yoongi takes his husband's lack of action as an opportunity to land an experimental punch against Taehyung's right cheek, observing closely how Taehyung will react or counteract.

Taehyung quickly turns to face Yoongi from where his face had been snapped to the side with a clenched jaw, fists already rising to continue the fight.

"Nice job, love." Yoongi grins, eyes twinkling with a mix of pride and amusement, raising both hands as he falls back into a defensive pose. "Maybe you aren't a rookie after all."

Silence settles around them as they bare into each other's eyes intensely.

Keeping his stoney expression in place, Taehyung clenches his fists, raising them as he begins bouncing on the balls of his feet, readying for another attack.

"I'm not a rookie." He grounds out lowly, ignoring his husband's previous comment. "I've been doing this longer than you have."

"Doubt it." Yoongi clicks his tongue.

The tension remains thick around them, neither of them moving an inch, before Yoongi breaks the silence.

"One of us might not be walking out of here alive. You understand that don't you." Yoongi comments, keeping his voice level and his face neutral despite how badly he wants to find a trash can and throw up at the thought of what's to come.

Taehyung opens his mouth as if ready to answer the rhetorical statement, but Yoongi doesn't wait for a response, bolting from the room in a flash.

As soon as Taehyung registers that Yoongi has gone, he sprints back towards the kitchen, making his way to the drawer he had placed his gun in.

Once it's in his hand, he cocks the weapon before drawing it up, pointing it towards the doorway Yoongi had retreated out of, ready to fire, trying to ignore the slight tremor in his grip.

Taehyung figured Yoongi had a stash of weapons in the house just like he himself did and this expectation is confirmed when he hears the unmistakable sound of a gun being cocked from somewhere deeper in the house.

After the sound of the metal of the gun, all he hears is muffled shuffling over the tense silence.

"How long then?" Taehyung suddenly rushes out.

He doesn't mean to speak so abruptly, but if this is it... If this is the end of them, the Mins, he'd like to get some answers.

He has so many questions and if he and Yoongi really are going to fight to the death tonight, he wants to hear the truth.

He hears Yoongi take a sharp intake of breath through his teeth- a habit he does when he's thinking deeply that Taehyung has always found endearing.

"Ten years." Yoongi calls out after a few moments.

Ten? Taehyung gulps.

He then hears the wooden floor creak and with the way the sound travels he deduces that Yoongi's deeper in the house than he originally anticipated.

Probably closer to the den than the living room, but he has no intention of leaving the kitchen to check.

"You?" Yoongi asks.

"Eight." Taehyung blinks, gun still pointed at the doorway.

He then asks, "The rehearsal dinner this weekend. Is that legitimate or is that a job?"

Yoongi sighs. "A job."

After Yoongi speaks, Taehyung hears the floor creek meaning Yoongi is on the move. He can't tell if he's coming towards the kitchen or going away from it, but he hears him walking.

"How many jobs have I been there for under the guise of a trip or vacation?"

"Taehyung," Yoongi exhales, sounding closer to the kitchen now. "Do you really want to do this now?"

"We aren't going to get another chance! You said it yourself. Only one of us is walking out of here alive. I have questions I'd like answered before whatever happens happens. I'm sure you do too." Taehyung says calmly as he slowly, carefully, inches around the kitchen island.

Yoongi lets out a deep breath. "Over the years... maybe a dozen."

Taehyung pouts his lips, numbering off in his mind their most memorable outings.

They were all still spontaneous. Most of them rather romantic as well, which meant that Yoongi out in the effort to make them as such.

Those elements wouldn't have been part of the job. He also didn't have to bring Taehyung in the first place.

And a dozen is what Taehyung would guess the number to be for the times he has taken Yoongi along on work trips.

A smile pulls at his lips at the thought.

Yoongi risked a lot to have Taehyung there with him the same as Taehyung did when he'd bring Yoongi.

They were dangerous risks to take because the missions could have gone wrong or they could have slipped up and gotten hurt then have to explain to their husband how exactly they'd been hurt.

But- if Yoongi had the same intentions Taehyung did in inviting him- he just simply wanted to spend time away with him.

He relied on his ability to do his job well to keep them both safe in order to have him there with him.

To reconnect, even though it was while on assignment.

Suddenly another question comes to Taehyung's mind regarding Yoongi being away possibly on a job.

"Why had you been working late earlier this week?"

"I had a target I had been following and it took a little longer than I'd hoped to take him out."

Taehyung nods with a hum.

"I saw a shirt in a bag upstairs the day after you went to the store with a stain on it. It looked like blood..." Taehyung trails off. "What happened?"

"I got stabbed." Yoongi answers curtly. "The target came at me with a knife and it grazed my side. Deep enough to need a few stitches but," he chuckles, almost sounding amused, "I was rushed with my stitching because I needed to make it to the grocery store. The stitches weren't tight enough and I bled through the bandage onto my shirt."

Taehyung's shoulders slump a bit as he thinks about how he didn't notice his husband was hurt.

He should have asked about the shirt sooner. Should have been more proactive in seeing if Yoongi was okay because he knew the stain was blood. As soon as he had spotted it, he knew.

"Was I a cover?" Yoongi asks hesitantly after several seconds, cutting Taehyung's inner monologue short.

Taehyung furrows his brows. "A cover?"

"Was our marriage some kind of alibi to make an undercover mission more believable?"

Taehyung closes his eyes as he exhales through his nose.

He pauses for a few seconds, debating on how he should answer.

"Yes." He finally settles on.

After a little longer of a pause, Yoongi walks into the kitchen slowly, gun pointed directly at Taehyung.

"Liar," he states lowly, eyes hardened, cold, as he bares into Taehyung's.

Taehyung feels his heart drop to his stomach as bile rises up his throat.

Of course it's a fucking lie. But saying this, that their life together was for a job, seemed easier than telling him that that was the stupidest thing he's ever heard.

That he fell for Yoongi so fast and so hard it made his head spin.

That Yoongi was everything he'd ever dreamed of.

That thinking of having to kill someone who meant– who still means– so much to him has been hammering away at his heart since the second he'd seen his face on that computer screen.

He can't say that. So he lied.

Yoongi lets out a shaky breath, a melancholy smile dancing on his lips. "The least we can do is be honest at the end. Before my end."

Taehyung's brows crash together in confusion.

"What do you-"

He halts his words when he watches Yoongi lower his gun, popping the bullet that had been in the chamber out of the barrel, before reaching over to set it on the table.

Taehyung's eyes widen as panic settles over him. "What are you doing?!"

"I'm not going to kill you. So ask me all your questions. Once we're through, take your shot."

Tears prick the corners of his eyes as he looks at Yoongi. This is all so unfair. This isn't how Taehyung wanted his marriage to end.

"Or I'll eat that roast you spent so much time preparing and die that way if you'd prefer." Yoongi voices in an attempted lighthearted, teasing tone.

He knows it was poisoned? How? It's supposed to be undetectable.

"H-how did you know?"

"Number one; you don't cook. Not unless you have to so that was a giveaway for an ulterior motive. And number two; the poison. It's not supposed to have a smell, but it does if you're familiar enough with it, which I am. Poison is one of my preferred methods.

"It's much easier and less messy to do it that way. That's the method I was planning to use on the target today but you interrupted before I could finish the job." Yoongi says with a disappointed sigh as he sits back down on his seat at the table. "It's the first job in years I haven't completed."

Taehyung stays planted in his spot, blinking in surprise, mouth agape as he looks at his husband.

"Why don't you take a seat." Yoongi says softly, gesturing to the spot Taehyung usually sits at the table.

Somehow, Taehyung manages to move his legs, walking himself to his seat.

"Ask away. I promise to be honest." Yoongi says before adding with a hollow chuckle, "No point in hiding anything now."

So, with a heavy heart, Taehyung does just that.

He asks any and every question that comes to mind, Yoongi asking a few of his own as well.

Taehyung finds out that at the same time he had his assignment to kill Soobin, Yoongi was sent on a day trip to Busan to kill a target of his own.

He found out that Yoongi has killed more people than he has, his number being one hundred and twenty two while Taehyung has killed just ninety-six.

When he asked Yoongi if he had trouble sleeping Yoongi answered that he used to, but it wore off pretty quickly after he'd first started working in the field just before he turned eighteen.

Yoongi then followed up with a question about whether Taehyung felt the guilt of taking lives anymore.

Taehyung answered with an easy no, chalking the lack of remorse up to his assignments almost exclusively being terrible people who do terrible things, which are primarily the same types of assignments Yoongi gets.

This went on for almost two hours. They talked, iced their sore, bruising faces before eventually moving to the couch to be a little more comfortable where they talked some more.

Once they'd swapped stories about missions, what they'd really been doing on their vacations when they would sneak away from the room for a few hours, and everything else pertaining to their secret lives, Taehyung started to ask a different set of questions.

"Where do you think we went wrong?"

"With what?" Yoongi tilts his head. "With us?"

Taehyung nods. "Was it the secrets that did us in– the never ending lack of honesty– or something else?"

Yoongi purses his lips as he crosses his arms over his chest in thought. They both sit in silence for a long time before Yoongi speaks.

"The secrets of course didn't help, but I think more than that, we got used to each other. Stopped trying to continue to get to know and learn from each other. Even if most of the conversations we had we now know weren't the whole truth or blatant lies, we at least took interest in and made an effort to ask about what the other was up to. To check in on how our fake jobs were going," he huffs a laugh, "I think we just stopped asking. Stopped talking. We became roommates instead of lovers."

"Roommates," Taehyung scoffs sadly. "That's exactly what we are aren't we."

"I don't know." Yoongi tsks. "I slept with my roommate in college and I don't even remember the last time we had sex." Yoongi shrugs.

Taehyung furrows his brows as he tries to remember for himself when the last time they'd slept together was. He tries, but he honestly can't recall.

"I can't either." Taehyung clicks his tongue. "That's fucking sad."

"We used to not be able to keep our hands off each other. It didn't matter where we were, we'd sneak off whenever, wherever." Yoongi smirks, bottom lip between his teeth at the memories.

"I remember you used to spank me." Taehyung comments, blushing. "The first time it happened surprised the hell out of me, but I loved it."

"You did. You always got so much louder when I was more forceful. When I would grip your hips a little harder. Now I know why. My little killer." He smirks, running his tongue along his top lip, "Remember when we fucked in the fitting room at that boujie clothing store you dragged me to?"

Taehyung flushes at the memories, the fire from earlier threatening to spark to life again.

Taehyung nods. "A few months after we started dating. You-" he pauses to gulp as he shifts in his seat, the heat pooling in his lower stomach making it a little uncomfortable to sit still. "You put my shirt in my mouth so no one would be able to hear me... So we wouldn't get caught."

"Always such a loud boy," Yoongi comments before letting out a sigh. "That seems like a lifetime ago. Doesn't it."

"It does." Taehyung agrees, staring down at Yoongi's hand in his as he plays with his husband's fingers.

Yoongi reaches his free hand up to cup Taehyung cheek.

He then moves himself closer to Taehyung, who has his legs folded underneath him, so he can press a tender kiss to his forehead.

"How much time do we have?" He asks once he's lowered his face to be eye level with Taehyung as well as leaned back a little ways.

Taehyung gulps, understanding immediately what Yoongi means.

How much time do we have until you have to kill me?  Is the question his husband really meant to ask.

Taehyung begrudgingly moves his eyes from Yoongi to the clock hanging on the wall above their piano.

"Six hours."

"May I make a request?" Yoongi asks, voice sounding unusually level considering the nature of the conversation.

"A-a request?" Taehyung blinks.

"Consider it my dying wish," he says with a crooked, devious smile Taehyung hasn't seen in ages.

One that raises his temperature immediately as Yoongi roams his darkened eyes over every plane of Taehyung's face.

Although he doesn't like the wording, dying wish, Taehyung can't help the aroused curiosity that's been peaked by the change in Yoongi's demeanor.

"What is it?" He asks in a breathy voice.

"I want to be with you. I want to make you feel what I feel. Want to pour every emotion I've been feeling about this being my last night with you into being with you. I want to show you how I feel... How I still feel."

Taehyung's eyes begin to tear up as he stares at Yoongi, who's eyes, although still slightly hooded, have also gone a little misty.

Without giving a verbal answer, Taehyung raises his hand to the back of Yoongi's neck and pulls him in for a kiss.

The kiss starts out rough, but Yoongi meant what he said. He wants to savor this.

"We have time." Yoongi whispers against Taehyung's lips. "There's no need to rush. Let me take care of you. Let me show you how much I care about you. How much I love you."

Taehyung nods his head as Yoongi leans forward slowly, slotting his lips with Taehyung's in a much more languid kiss.

This time, they move slowly together, lips slotting and gliding together seamlessly.

Taehyung blushes as Yoongi kisses him with a passion he'd missed. A passion he's been craving for.

Yoongi winds an arm around Taehyung's waist while moving the other to rest his hand on his thigh, giving it a gentle pull.

Understanding what Yoongi wanted, Taehyung throws his leg over Yoongi's lap to straddle him.

He wraps his arms around Yoongi's neck, tangling his fingers in his hair as they continue their sensual kissing.

Taehyung soon feels Yoongi's tongue prodding lightly against the seam of his mouth and Taehyung lets him in easily, parting his lips with a content sigh as Yoongi begins licking into his mouth, massaging and tangling his tongue with Taehyung's.

Yoongi smiles against Taehyung's lips as he slides his hands from around his waist to begin running them up and down Taehyung's sides.

As Taehyung begins to sigh and moan into Yoongi's mouth at the same time Yoongi makes content, arousing sounds of his own.

Taehyung can feel the butterflies that have long been laying dormant in his belly awaken, beginning to flutter and dance around within him.

He can feel the familiar light headedness, the weightless feeling of floating, that always came when he kissed Yoongi.

The overwhelming feeling of euphoria and deja vú is enough to knock the air out of his lungs. This is his husband.

The man he loves.

The man he's about to lose.

A tear runs down Taehyung's cheek as he pulls him closer, using the hand rested at the nape of Yoongi's neck, arching his back at the same time so their chests are flush with each other.

He needs him closer.

When Taehyung feels Yoongi's hardened cock just below his ass, he pushes his hips down to grind against it, causing Yoongi to let out a low, gravely moan and fuck, did Taehyung miss that sound.

Taehyung smiles into the kiss when Yoongi brings his hands down to his hips, holding tightly as Taehyung repeats the motion, each time eliciting a groan or breathy curse word from Yoongi.

After the fourth brush of Taehyung's ass against Yoongi's cock, Yoongi thrusts up to meet Tahehung's movement.

The motion startles Taehyung, causing him to gasp before throwing his head back.

As soon as he does so, Yoongi begins to trail kisses down the column of Taehyung's throat.

"Baby, how am I supposed to take it slow when you go and tease me like that?" Yoongi growls against this skin.

"You always liked it best when I disobeyed." Taehyung exhales blissfully, relishing in the feeling of Yoongi's tongue as he traces it around his Adam's apple.

"My bad, needy baby." Yoongi teases, voice sounding rough before he nips at Taehyung's throat, making him let out a high pitched whine.

"God, I missed your pretty sounds, Baby Bear."

Taehyung's heart swells in his chest when he hears the nickname he hasn't heard in years.

Before he can comment on it, Yoongi takes Taehyung's lips with his again as he changes their position, lifting Taehyung just enough to move him to the side to lay him down on the couch, never disconnecting their lips.

Yoongi was still between Taehyung's legs and as Taehyung's laid flat on the couch, Yoongi pressed his hips forward, the pressure of his cock rubbing against Taehyung causing the younger to let out a loud moan as his eyes moods fluttered.

Yoongi captures Taehyung's lips with his again, this time allowing the kiss to be a little more feverish, as he continued to grind his hips down periodically.

"Bedroom," Taehyung gasps against Yoongi's lips. "Bedroom now."

Without needing to be told twice, Yoongi places one last peck on Taehyung's lips before he stands up, reaching out a hand to help Taehyung to his feet.

They rush to the stairs, smiling and giggling the whole way like horny teenagers, as they take the steps two at a time to get to their room.

As soon as they are through the door, Yoongi leading Taehyung by the hand, he turns towards Taehyung, pulling him forward into him to kiss him again.

"I've missed you," Taehyung whispers.

He trails his hands down Yoongi's torso before brushing the bottom of his shirt up so he can touch the skin of his taught abdomen.

Yoongi unhooks his arms from around Taehyung's waist as he reaches for the hem of his shirt to then pull it over his head.

Taehyung lets out a quiet gasp eyes wide in wonder as he gawks at Yoongi's exposed skin.

"You're so beautiful. How could I have forgotten that." Taehyung voices, moving his dark eyes around Yoongi's body, momentarily resting them on the healing cut on the side of his rib cage before locking his gaze with Yoongi's.

"I was thinking the same thing, baby." Yoongi says as he reaches for Taehyung's shirt to help him take it off as well.

Aft their shirts are off they take their time with the rest of the undressing, placing kisses and ghosting light touching across each patch of skin that's exposed,

As Yoongi gently lays Taehyung onto their bed he hovers above him, his weight being supported on his palm pressing into the mattress beside Taehyung head as he strokes the hair off of Taehyung's forehead lightly with the other.

"Nothing in this world is as beautiful as you," Yoongi smiles softly placing a kiss to Taehyung's forehead, his nose, both cheeks before finally kissing his lips.

Taehyung whimpers into the kiss, spreading his legs so Yoongi can fit himself between them.

When Yoongi reaches a hand between them and gives Taehyung's cock a few lazy strokes, running his thumb slowly over the head, Taehyung shivers as another moan escapes his lips.

"Baby," Yoongi calls lowly as he trails open mouth kisses down Taehyung's body. "I love you so much. And I'm going to take such good care of you."

In his blissed out state Taehyung can't seem to find the words to voice in order to acknowledge what his husband has said.

All he can do is try to catch his breath and nod.

As Yoongi continues kissing his way down Taehyung's body, he hooks an arm under Taehyung's thigh, lifting his leg before putting it over his shoulder.

He presses a few kisses the inside of Taehyung's thigh as he moves himself lower on the bed.

Then, without any warning to Taehyung, he sticks out his tongue and licks a strip up the underside of Taehyung's cock that is rested against his stomach.

"Ah- oh fuck," Taehyung moans loudly, but the sounds turns into a choked sob as Yoongi surprises him again and wraps his lips around the tip of his cock, sucking on it immediately.

"Fuck!" Taehyung moans before Yoongi does it again, Yoongi's hands now holding his hips firmly to the bed as his mouth begins to take him apart.

He focuses on the tip, licking into his slit before he presses open mouth kisses down the sides, returning to the top to suck just the head into his incredibly talented mouth.

Yoongi gets lost in the task, almost feeling overwhelmed as he's reminded how much he loved when Taehyung falls apart because of him.

How attentive Taehyung becomes to his touches and attention when it comes to sex. He could devour Taehyung for hours. The nostalgia is making his head swim.

Taehyung finds himself lost in his emotions and reminiscence as well.

All of it is too much and not enough. Taehyung's panting and cursing in ecstasy as he pulls on Yoongi's hair intoxicating the older.

"Yes! Yes- holy shit!" Taehyung manages to gasp out before he cries out as Yoongi takes all of him deep in one pass, holding him in his mouth and throat while swallowing around him before he sliding off to then repeat it all over again and again.

Taehyung is chanting "I missed you. I love you. I love you so much" with every bob and move of Yoongi's head.

If this were to be happening under different circumstances, Yoongi would be proudly smiling and relishing in the praise.

Tonight though, tonight he is allowing himself to get completely lost in Taehyung's pleasure, ignoring the praise because this isn't about him. This is about showing Taehyung how much he loves him while he can.

Yoongi slips his mouth free for a moment, catching his breath before moving his mouth lower, licking over Taehyung's balls before he sucks one into his mouth, building up his own hunger even higher.

His hand is lazily stroking Taehyung while his mouth is busy, Taehyung's hips fighting to move.

The heat from Yoongi's hands that are wrapped firmly around his hips, and that mouth... Yoongi's mouth is literally eating Taehyung alive.

And their combined heat paired with the feelings coursing through them make it nearly impossible to control the orgasm that's building within both of them.

"God, baby I'm close!" Taehyung moans, tears pooling in his eyes as he curls his toes into the sheets.

Taehyung opens his eyes, staring down at Yoongi as he begins whining and moaning for him to pull off because he can't hold back much longer.

"Fuck! So good- I love you. I'm gonna come!" Taehyung pants, tugging Yoongi's hair hard as he tries to pull him off.

Yoongi's stays in place, mouth locked securely around Taehyung as he continues to ravish his husband.

He moans deep in his throat as he swallows Taehyung all the way down, lips meeting his pelvis while he keeps his stare on Taehyung.,

Taehyung doesn't have a chance to stop the orgasm that rips through him.

He releases down Yoongi's throat, Yoongi making sure to lick up every last drop.

When Taehyung begins to calm, Yoongi takes him deep a few more times before pulling off with a pop.

He teases his teeth carefully along his length before he dips his tongue into his slit, flicking it a few times, making a few last drops meekly dribble out.

Yoongi laps them up, Taehyung gripping his hair tight as his touches begin to be too much, he tugs on Yoongi's hair.

At this, paired with the shaking of Taehyung's thighs, Yoongi can now allow himself to be proud because his husband has come undone because of Yoongi and now he's trying to put himself back together.

The sight is beautiful. Taehyung is beautiful.

He's obviously overstimulated and Yoongi takes some mercy on him, allowing Taehyung to have a few minutes of rest before he plans to really make his husband scream.

He submits to Taehyung's silent request for him to come up to meet his lips so he can kiss Yoongi.

As their lips mold and glide together in a slow, sensual kiss, Taehyung can't help feeling a little giddy.

But the bliss that's momentarily distracted him from reality is short lived.

As mourning for a loss that's yet to happen creeps in, he looks up at Yoongi- intending to commit this whole scene, every detail, to memory- and for the first time in a long time, he sees what he saw all those years ago.

And it sends a sharp pain through his heart.

He feels like he's found something that's been missing, but that fact threatens to break him because now that he's found it, it's going to be taken away.

What's even more cruel; he's going to take it away from himself.

Bringing both hands up to Yoongi's cheeks, Taehyung holds Yoongi's gaze, looking deeply into the never ending universe his husband's eyes hold.

"Do you remember our wedding?" Taehyung asks in a breathy whisper, fighting his tears.

"Of course." Yoongi smiles. "It was the most perfect day."

"It really wasn't." Taehyung snorts, a sob following shortly after as he smiles through his tears at the memory. "Our garden party themed reception was ruined by a record breaking storm. The guests that were there when the rain was nothing more than a drizzle were drenched to the bone within seconds. We ended up sitting in our car, waiting out the storm."

"You're leaving out a part though, love. The best part in my opinion."

Taehyung furrows his brows as he lifts his head off of Yoongi's chest to look up at him. "What did I forget?"

"Our dance." Yoongi smiles with teary eyes. "Our first dance as a married couple."

Taehyung smiles in return as the memory of the rest of the evening flashing through his mind. "We had no music and we were in the middle of that empty, gradually flooding parking lot- discarded newspapers and other garbage floating around our feet- while we danced."

"We stopped doing those kind of things. Things that didn't involve planned events and invitations stuck to the fridge. Or missions that took us out of the city disguised as more meaningful trips." Yoongi purses his lips unhappily, "That should have never happened. I shouldn't have let that happen."

Yoongi then presses a lingering kiss to Taehyung's head as a comfortable silence settles around them.

In the silence, Taehyung listens closely to Yoongi's heartbeat. The beat of the heart Yoongi always said belonged to Taehyung.

"I love you my Taebear."

A soft smile makes its way into Taehyung's face. "You haven't called me that in years."

Yoongi blinks in surprise.

Has it really been that long?

"I'm sorry. So sorry, that I stopped reminding you- showing you- how much you mean to me." He says quietly, voice thick with regret, adding, "And I'm sorry for not romancing you like I used to. For not putting in the effort..."

Quiet settles over them as a somber feeling fills the air.

"How could you think our life together was an alibi?" Taehyung asks quietly as his lip begins to wobble. "How could that have possibly been part of any sort of cover."

"Why did you lie and say it was?" Yoongi questions, voice quieted to the same volume as his husband's.

"I thought it would be easier. That it would make this somehow more bareable for us both if you thought I didn't care, but it's not true. You have to know that. I care so fucking much! And I'm ashamed that the possibility of having to kill you is what it took for me to remember us. To remember being in love. To remember that I love you."

Yoongi raises himself up so he can be eye level with Taehyung. He looks over his features with a familiar softness in them that Taehyung missed.

It's another thing, another look, that reminds Taehyung of their wedding day.

These are the eyes he'd stared into as they read their vows. Recited the words from their hearts. The promises to be together through better or worse.

Taehyung takes a shaky breath as tears spill from his eyes. "I'm not going to do it."

Yoongi shakes his head slowly, "This isn't something you can say no to. You know as well as I do what the code-"

"Fuck the code!" Taehyung hisses. "You said yourself that this is the first mission you haven't completed in years. Sounds like your track record is about as good as mine, which makes me think you could be the best agent your agency has."

Yoongi looks at his husband with adoration. "That doesn't matter, Tae. We can't just blatantly disobey the rules like that. That's unacceptable. You know as well as I do what the consequences are if one of us doesn't die."

Taehyung pouts his lips as he thinks over what Yoongi's said.

The consequences are that their agencies will send people to kill both of them.

But...

"Who's to say they won't just send someone to kill whoever survives anyway?" He quirks a brow. "If they don't know we're married by now they will soon. That will give them even more of a reason to ensure both of us are dead."

Yoongi blinks in surprise. He knows Taehyung is right.

There's no guarantee, no way of ensuring that Taehyung killing him would keep Taehyung safe, which is what he had intended to surrender himself for.

If Yoongi can't guarantee Taehyung's safety, he can't leave him alone.

He has to make sure he's safe.

He loves him.

He loves his husband.

"You know I'm right. I can tell." Taehyung sighs, wiping the tears from his cheeks.

"So what then?"

"We fight." Taehyung states easily. "We fight for our lives. For us."

Yoongi's shoulders drop along with his head as he lets out a deep breath. "It's not that simple."

"Of course it isn't! It's going to be near fucking impossible. We'll be living in hiding. Never being able to go anywhere- do anything- without looking over our shoulder. It'll test all of our years of training every second of every day... but we'll be together." Taehyung smiles, more tears beginning to fall as he takes Yoongi's hands in his. "We'll be together and that will make it all worth it. That's worth fighting for. We're worth fighting for."

Yoongi digs his teeth into his bottom lip as he stares into Taehyung's hopeful eyes.

Those innocent, puppy eyes Yoongi has never and would never say no to.

He nods with a crooked smile, not being able to help how his heart swells at the familiar determination in Taehyung's expression. Knowing that determination is directed towards fighting for their marriage. For their love makes him feel like he could move mountains as long as Taehyung is by his side.

"Okay."

"Okay?" Taehyung's smiles begins to widen. "You'll fight with me?"

"Of course, love." Yoongi sniffles, smile still on his lips. "We'll fight whoever tries to tear us apart, together."

"Together." Taehyung repeats with a sniffle.

Taehyung lunges forward, throwing his arms around Yoongi as he smashes his lips to his.

"Till death do us part, Mr Min." Taehyung grins against Yoongi's lips.

"Yes, Baby Bear. 'Til death do us part." Yoongi smiles back before pressing another kiss to his husband's lips.

*This story was inspired by the plot of Mr. & Mrs. Smith starring Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt.

Highly recommend the movie if you haven't seen it already. It's a good one.

As always, thank you for reading!*