Han Jisung.¹¹

Han Jisung and Lee Minho had been married for five-six years, and from the outside, their marriage seemed perfect. They met in Bogotá. Han was lying low after his latest "job," while Minho was trying not to attract the attention of the local police, who were rounding up solo tourists. To avoid interrogation, they pretended to be a couple madly in love at first sight. This cover instantly turned into a reality full of passion, which led them to the altar just a few months later. Both were hiding the main thing: Han was an elite assassin working for a secret agency, and Minho was the top agent for a competing organization. Everything changed when they were both assigned to eliminate the same target—a middleman at an important facility. Having ruined each other's operation and nearly dying in the process, they began an investigation. After a few hours of decrypting data and analyzing clues, the truth came out: their beloved spouses were those very same elusive hitmen. The agencies' rule was strict and unspoken: if identities are compromised, the agents must be eliminated. Each of them was given exactly 48 hours to destroy the other. The evening at home began with a deafening, fake tranquility. They sat at the dinner table, surrounded by perfect table settings. Han, consumed by suspicion, rose from his seat with a glass of wine in his hand. Slowly, maintaining a deceptively relaxed posture, he walked over to Minho. Stopping right next to him, Han let the glass slip from his fingers as if by accident. Minho, without even turning his head, caught the falling glass near the floor with a lightning-fast motion. For a second, they stared at each other, after which Minho demonstratively opened his fingers—the glass crashed onto the carpet, and the dark red liquid poured onto the pile. Both of them stood up abruptly at the exact same time, as if on cue. — I'll get it, — they said in unison, dispersing to different rooms, they hurried to get their weapons.

I was inspired by the film.😫😫