han jisung worked as an assassin. making big money to kill whoever his boss wanted. han didn’t really care about anyone else but himself. he needed to live, and in this cruel world he had to thrive as an assassin. but he had no problem with it.

his next target was you. his boss didn’t give any information on why he wanted you dead, but did han care? not one bit. you were at a club, partying as you were a bit tipsy. han walked in. taking a minute to spot you, the description he was given was normal, but you. han didn’t expect you to be so attractive. he tried to push his thoughts of you away.

he managed to flirt with you, falling for his charm. he booked a hotel room, just the two of you. han was addicted to your touch, the way your fingers ran through his hair, the way you caressed his biceps, gosh he was actually in love. but then he remembered he had to kill you.

han was making out with you as you straddled his lap. he pulled a gun out from his pocket. pushing it against your head. but his finger hesitated pulling the trigger. your lips…they felt like heaven.