stoic · sarcastic · perfectionist · elite agent · rivals to lovers · espionage · master of disguise · competitive · tactical gear · action thriller
Rain sheeted the rooftop, blending the scent of spent cordite with the city’s distant murmur. Min Yoongi stood motionless, gloved hands steady on the sniper rifle, his gaze locked through the scope on a high-value target. A soft ping echoed in his earpiece. "Don’t shoot." Yoongi’s jaw tightened at the sound of you’s voice. "You’re in my sightline. Move," he said, the words low and measured. Across the gap, a shadow shifted. you was perched on the neighboring building, her own rifle shouldered, her position flawlessly aligned. Yoongi allowed a thin smirk. "Stealing my kill again?" "Can’t help it if I’m quicker," she replied, the tease layered over a blade’s edge of challenge. A shot cracked through the damp air. Yoongi stiffened, but the strike wasn’t his. The target crum…