NOTE: the drabbles aren't in a specific order. i just write what i feel like writing. it's all just random scenes.

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Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

His missions always ended quickly, precisely, and gracefully. His aim is always on point, his shots clean. His targets always had a survival chance of 98%, but tonight, everything went to shit. He got shot.

Shot, right in the stomach.

It's not very deep, but Jeongguk isn't worried about the pain. He can handle it. Hell, it's not like he's a stranger to being shot. He's been in this job since he was a child. It's fine. What he's more worried about, though, is his wife, who he knows is waiting for him at home.

Lalisa isn't an easily frightened soul by all means, but Jeongguk can't just waltz into their home with a bloodied shirt and a bullet wound for God's sake. She'd be worried sick. He just hopes and prays that she's already asleep by the time he arrives.

Jeongguk bites his lower lip as he parks the car in their garage, right next to his wife's own Porsche. To outsiders, they may seem extremely wealthy,  but it's mostly just because of Jeongguk's assassin job and Lalisa being a bird watcher at a huge corporation. Murdering politicans pays well, for sure.

"Home sweet home," he says under his breath as soon as he quietly opens the front door. His eyes scan the dark living room, checking if someone might be there, but finds nothing. Good. That means Lalisa is asleep.

Just as he needed.

He limps pitifully towards the ground floor's bathroom, wincing whenever a mere movement causes his wound to ache. He hates this, he really does. Sometimes he wishes he could just stop whatever this is he's doing and just live a normal life.

"Gguk!" A voice sounds from behind him. Shit. Shit! "When did you arrive? I was waiting for you."

Gulping, he crosses his arms over his stomach to hide the bullet wound that was seeping blood into his white shirt and turns his head to face his wife. "Honey," he says with a smile. "I just... arrived. I had to do some deals, that's all."

"Are you sure?" Lalisa frowns as she goes down the stairs. No, no, no, please don't come any closer, don't come any-- "You don't look okay. Your hair's all messed up."

"Yeah," he awkwardly chuckles, but in doing so his wound throbs again. "God, I-- yeah. Nothing's wrong. I just--"

"Oh my god, is that blood on your shirt?!"

Holy shit.

Jeongguk swallows. "No, it's ketchup--"

He has never seen someone change their demeanor in just half a second as fast as Lalisa did. Her features hardened, eyes glaring. "Jeongguk, get your ass to the kitchen. Now."

That's it. That's what he calls the Wife-zilla voice.

In Jeongguk's decades of being an assassin, the only thing that scares him is whenever Lalisa uses that voice. Even in their two-year marriage, it always sends shivers down his spine.

So, he doesn't waste any time arguing and just slumps down, holds his wound as best as he can, and heads towards the inviting living room couch. Well, more like he limps towards the couch.

His wife comes back minutes later, holding a small box and some towels. "Did the bullet get inside you?"

He watches in fascination as she starts cleaning it carefully. There's no ounce of fear in her face, not even the slightest bit of terror. She just... she just looks calm, if not shocked and worried.

Do they practice this in bird watching?

"No, it just grazed me," he finally answers minutes later as his wife returns the cleaning materials back to her little bag. "It's not that deep, I swear, it only--OH MY GOD!"

"Relax," Lalisa shushes him as she unknowingly pulls out a fucking thread and starts stitching his wound together like it was nothing. "If you're tense, this won't end well. Calm down."

"I'm trying to-- gah!" He bites his tongue to avoid screaming. "Jesus!"

She huffs. "Stay still."

Jeongguk pants, his hands gripping the edges of the seat. "Where did you even learn this, anyway?"

Now it's her turn to stammer. "I, uh," she trails off, fingers working even faster, "in my bird-watching job, we always stitch the birds' wings whenever one of them gets injured. You know, so they can fly again."

Huh. "That exists?"

Lalisa shooes him off quickly. "Yeah. It's a real thing now please," she says, "stay still."

"I am still," he snaps and lets his head fall back down. "It just hurts."

"Why did you get shot anyway?" She asks, finishing up the second stitch.

Jeongguk winces, trying to come up with an alibi. "Well... in the restaurant, there was, uh, this guy that came in that had a gun. Started shooting us and stuff, and I got shot."

That was so fucking stupid.

Lisa gives him a look before sighing. "You should've called me. I would've protected you, you know."

"Do they teach self-defense in the wildlife conservatory, too?"

The question causes Lalisa's hands to slip, and Jeongguk lets out a high shriek.

"Oh my god, honey, I'm so sorry," she says over and over again, trying to undo her damage. "I'm so sorry, really sorry."

"It's fine," he manages to let out, eyes shut. "It's okay. I can handle it."

"Okay," she breathes out. "Okay, honey. Just stay still."

Jeongguk does, and he doesn't say anything else but kept his eyes close until he dozes off.

The last thing he remembers seeing was his wife picking up her supplies, and dropping a kiss on his forehead.