Heeseung rushed into the house and looked around for you frantically, throwing his police jacket onto the couch. He uttered in annoyance when he couldn’t find you until he heard the balcony door open and saw you sneak in from there.

As you slowly closed the door, the sounds of sirens could be heard in the distance and you grinned once the lock of the balcony door clicked.

His eyes softened as he watched you before hardening at the sight of all the blood on you.

“If even half of that blood is yours I’m taking you to the hospital,” he said as he rushed towards you and checked you for injuries.

“Heeseung I’m fine. It’s not mine,” you muttered and he sighed as his head fell to your shoulder.

“Jeez— why must you insist on being a hitman?” he asked although you’ve answered the question multiple times.

It’s always been that way. Heeseung coming home after doing his job as a cop all day while you’re out all day fulfilling the killings you’re paid to do. You don’t know why he stayed with you, he should’ve arrested you years ago yet he still proposed a few weeks ago.