𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄- ONESHOTS

4| guns and kisses

"and you won't be the last either." she lowered her gun, and it felt like a bucket of ice water had poured down on him.

he blinked several times before letting out a heavy sigh. the silence was deafening. "you really are fucking mad, huh?" he whispered.

"yes,  absolutely furious," she replied bitterly. he could sense how hard she fought to keep herself from unleashing her anger. he could also detect a small tremble of her lower lip, but she was able to suppress it pretty well, although she did give him a small look that clearly said she wasn't in the mood to talk.

"so what are you waiting for? finish me, already."

it was her turn to blink. this time he noticed something unusual about her eyes: they weren't quite dark as usual. they weren't glowing either, but instead...they glowed faintly, as if the light coming from a lamp or candle had gotten into her eye. e/c met brown.

(Y/N) sighed deeply. "i don't know why i expected anything else from you. you're such a disappointment." she reached out and placed the barrel of the gun against his forehead. "I really just want to  get this over with."

her finger started to move on the trigger. he closed his eyes, bracing himself for the pain to come.

nothing happened.

"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you !" she chanted like a mantra, and finally pulled the gun back. "why can't you do it?!"
she screamed, rather to herself  than to him.

Why can't she shoot him? she's  done this a thousand times before. she's shot people before, many people. why does this man seem to make her stop?
he opened his eyes and stared straight at her.
why doesn't she want to kill me?
"why the fuck are you still standing there? go ahead !"
her tone had lost its harshness a while ago and was replaced with desperation, anger, frustration—he doesn't understand why she would be angry with him.
a feeling like guilt settled in his stomach, making him uneasy.  "i don't wanna die." he managed to say calmly. "but  what good will my death do me? you can try as much as you want, but it's gonna be useless. it'll just leave a stain on my family name."
"your family?" y/n laughed mockingly. her eyes darkened again. "are you serious?   your family is the reason why i'm in this situation! you know how long it's been since our last encounter,  right?   you were supposed to be dead already!"
"so you're saying that your mission isn't to kill me? it's to kill my family?" he asked.
"what else could it possibly be? they deserve to die!"
she sounded angry now, and her voice cracked a little on the end.
he took a step back, unsure whether to approach her or run away.  "then why are you even telling me this?"
there was a pause. his breathing was uneven, his heart racing faster than he thought possible. he kept waiting for her answer, praying inside his mind that she wouldn't change her mind and pull the trigger.
"you're so obvious , dear." she sighed, her voice barely above a whisper. "of course i came to kill you."
He took another step back. her gun was still aimed at his head. He was trying to process  what she'd just said, but his brain was short circuiting. This woman, supposedly his friend, was a assassin ordered to kill him and his family because  of the deal his father had struck with the government. And for some reason, she knew him before?

did she knew he was adopted? 
"why are you doing this?" he asked, trying to calm himself.
she shrugged, as if it was nothing. "my job.  It's complicated."
that was the only answer he got from her. he could see her eyes searching his face, trying to find something, anything, which might explain her motives.
"i didn't choose to take up the job," she added finally, her voice softening slightly, and her arms hanging limply at her sides. "my vendetta forced me to."
this time he didn't ask her questions, he simply nodded in reply.
"we're all connected," she said quietly, "you don't have their blood  running in your veins. you're nothing but a  filthy mongrel." she said the last part with disgust evident in her tone and her eyes, her hands clenching involuntarily.
his heart jumped slightly at the mention of his bloodline, but she hadn't noticed yet.

"i'm sorry," he muttered softly. "I'll be the one to say sorry in behalf of my family." he  bowed his head, closing his eyes tightly.

He knew. she knew. His family was indeed a bunch of bloodsucking  vultures whose only purpose in life was to prey on others. He just stood aside and  watched them, too scared to say anything, to do anything.  The guilt he had felt years ago had returned tenfold.

So instead, he has to fall down on his knees and pray for their mistakes. If there's any God to pray to, he'd do anything  to please him and save their  family.

But now he's on his knees for a woman with a gun in his skull; a victim of his  own family.

His eyes on the ground, his knees and palms resting on the floor,  he prayed for forgiveness, begged for the world to open its arms and accept him. There was a lump forming in his throat.

He was ready to die.

"please...end my life instead of hurting more  innocent people."
The silence that followed after his prayer was deafening.  Y/n's shoulders were stiff and tense, her expression unreadable, and her eyes remained glued onto her gun. She remained quiet for some minutes, her eyes never leaving him, before finally saying something.
"you're adorable ," she muttered under her breath.
It felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs and his mouth went dry.
She wanted to... she wants to kill me...
"y/n?" he couldn't help but ask, almost afraid that he'll hear the truth.
she snapped her attention back at him. "what?"
"please kill me in behalf of my family and give them a chance. perhaps they'll change  their minds after seeing how wrong they've been."

there was a long pause—and she laughed.