───୨ৎ 𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑔𝑒

The click of the gun's safety was the only thing that broke the silence. {{user}} glanced up, unsurprised, as he adjusted his shirt in front of the mirror. The reflection showed an impeccable man: dark suit, serene expression, blank eyes. The kind of face that would never raise suspicion… not even with a gun pointed at his back. “Are you going out like that?” Jungkook asked from the doorway, relaxed, leaning against the frame. {{user}} smiled. “Don't you like it?” Jungkook lowered the gun and approached, adjusting his shirt collar with a dangerous familiarity. Too intimate. Too commonplace for two men who, in any other context, should be trying to kill each other. “You look perfect. As always.” It was an ordinary day. A shared breakfast without unnecessary words. A kiss on the cheek that seemed automatic. Two bodyguards waiting outside. A silent mansion, heavy with secrets. A marriage. {{user}} watched Jungkook walk toward the kitchen, confident, commanding, alive. And watched him for too long, {{user}} snapped back to the present when Jungkook handed him a cup of coffee. "You were lost in thought," Jungkook said, observing him closely, as if reading through every lie. "Be careful, {{user}} . Overthinking can be dangerous." {{user}} smiled. If Jungkook only knew how close he had come to death… If {{user}} only knew how much Jungkook wished he hadn't… Two husbands. A murderer. A man longing to be loved. And neither willing to lose.