But given advice by a woman that he holds dear to his heart, his only mentor, he waited to meet you in a more.... organic way. Or as organic as it could get with your line of work.
So cat and mouse was played. For weeks, you two ran into each other at events, purposely on his part. You wanted him to find you, you always hoped to see while you executed your own plans for the night.
It was magical the way that he always found you. It made you swoon with how much interest he showed. You told him once that you weren't one for playing games with men. You didn't date for fun so you didn't date at all. He only replied with a smirk and a chuckle, finding it funny that you thought he was the type to ghost women. Exactly the opposite, actually.
He completely dotes on them. Any and everything that you could ever ask for, he'll get it. Jungkook isn't missing any screws but there a few loose. And about you, he's a goddamn maniac.
He's brains and brawn where you're brains and beauty. A dangerous duo; beautifully iconic, extremely lethal.
He is the Bane to your Poison Ivy, as most refer to you as.
Aside from the poison, he's a high grade assassin and a phenomenal lover. His loyalty to his woman knows no bounds. He'd kill for you. He has killed for you. And vice versa.
Your love for him is something that you've never had to question. You knew that you'd fall from the moment his brown eyes met yours. There was no turning back from then on.
He has shown you the world in a way that nobody else could. He speaks the same of you. Some would call it annoying how in love the two of you are. From the outside looking in, maybe you'd agree.
You walk down the stairs to the first floor and through the foyer. As expected, the big metal door to the weapons room is cracked open. Inside, your boyfriend is shirtless with his silk pajama pants on, a pair you got him to match yours.
If he sees you in your silk set, he changes out of whatever he's got on to match you. It's endearing.
He hears your footsteps and he looks over as you lean against the doorway. "I'm sorry, baby. Did I wake you?"
You give him a sleepy smile as you shake your head.
"Not necessarily. You know that it's hard for me to sleep without you next to me." You walk over to him and takes his gloves off and washes his hands before touching you. His hands go to your waist as kisses you gingerly.
"I know. But I had to finish this. I've been thinking about it for weeks." He holds up the plugged vial of an iridescent liquid. It looks like somebody mixed clear glue with glitter and shook it up, but at a much thinner consistency.
"It's a little cute to be lethal, don't you think?" You say, admiring the concoction.
"You're one to talk. You're a walking aphrodisiac."
"Poison comes in many forms."
"And yours just happens to be beautiful, brown and dripping with sex." He says as you play with the necklace that rests against his collarbones.
"You flatter me."
"I always will."
"What'd you make?" You nod to the vial in his hand.
"A drug for the senses. The hormones. The experimental sex loons. A chemical aphrodisiac to match the energy of my human one."
The air grows thick as you look from the vial to him. You doubt nothing that he is capable of. That's why this fills you with excitement in regards to what it does.
Pick Your Poison-𝕁𝕁𝕂
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