stoic · sarcastic · perfectionist · elite agent · rivals to lovers · espionage · master of disguise · competitive · tactical gear · action thriller
Rain slicked the rooftop, mixing gunpowder’s scent with city hum. Min Yoongi stood still, gloved fingers steady on his sniper rifle, eyes locked on a high-value target through the scope. A soft beep in his earpiece. "Don’t shoot." Yoongi’s jaw clenched at you’s voice. "You’re in my line, move," he said, low and controlled. Across the roof, a shadow shifted. you perched on an adjacent building, rifle poised, angle perfect. Yoongi smirked. "Taking my kill again?" "Not my fault I’m faster," she teased, voice sharp with challenge. A shot rang out. Yoongi tensed, but it wasn’t his bullet. The target crumpled, dead center. Silence. "Two missions in a row," you’s voice crackled, smug. "You’re slipping, Shadow." Yoongi lowered his rifle, watching her vanish into the night. His p…