OTP: Hwabyul

Prompt: Hi :) Maybe a Hwabyul or Wheebyul couple where the both of them have serious issues with eachother in the relationship and decide to solve it/fight about once. Whether it’s au or not I wouldn’t mind, and if they make up or not I wouldn’t mind. It’s my first time sending a request, sorry if it’s silly and vague 😭 thank you if you consider :)

A/N: Alt title: Mr. and Mrs. Smith if someone who didn’t watch it made it gay. I decided hwabyul because i need more hwabyul exposure (no need to apologize for it being silly, i like silly things) 

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There is a pressing problem with being hired guns— not loyal to anything and anyone else but money.

The problem in question? Their last mission was a pretty public wedding stunt. Now forced to keep up the newly wedded wives facade, the two assassins have been pitted against each other.

Which is pretty much a bummer. Hyejin enjoyed numerous wedding gifts and free honeymoon.

Now that they’re old news, Hyejin didn’t think all too much about signing another hitman contract— fully aware that she’s tasked to murder her wife.

For Byulyi, it’s a bit different. She was also on autopilot when she signed another hitman contract— not at all aware it was her wife until it was too late.

The thing is, Byulyi likes and cares enough about Hyejin. Just enough to await her text when she’s home, to ask her if she’s eaten— cook her food and you know, be somewhat of a wife.

Just with a smidgen of murderous intent. Not in her cooking or signs of care— they were genuine. But everything else? Such as Hyejin’s daily accidentals? Yeah, that was not by chance. But of Moon Byulyi.

A loveless coward— a con artist turned hitman. Moonstar was just a fraudulent charmer, an unfair gambler, and an artist that plays by chance.

The only thing is… she can’t gaslight, gatekeep, and girl boss this contract.

Because there were several more pressing problems— such as Byulyi being raised by her grandparents, the same crowd she invited in their fake wedding because they were just so happy for her.

Lady luck must be frowning upon the gambling hitman.

Smoking by the balcony of yet another staged gathering— this time it was her wife’s doing. 

“Smoking, again?” Hyejin struts into the moonlight with her. And as the virtuoso senses her presence, she turns to grab her wife, bending her down as if they’re dancing a duet.

Byulyi hides her cigarette into , kissing her wife’s lips fervently— tongueless as she breaks it off, keeping the woman in her compromised position, opening her lips to let the cigarette unfold and dangle onto her lips once more.

Removing a hand from her wife’s back— forcing her to grip onto her neck, Byulyi removes the cigarette from her lips. Returning her hand to support her once more, making space between them, Byulyi blows out a smoke cloud of nicotine to her wife’s face. 

She lets her wife free from her hold, spinning her away along her arm, Byulyi twirls the cigarette between her fingers. Raising her wife’s hand, kissing the back of her palm before returning the poison stick between her lips.

“Are you trying to kill me,” Hyejin halfjokes, both of them fully aware of their current contracts. “Or make my job easier?”

Byulyi chuckles, the smoke stick hanging loose between her lips. She didn’t let go of her wife’s hand as she inhaled another puff on the cigarette.

Parting the slow-death stick from her lips, Byulyi drops it, to step on it. Aiming towards Hyejin’s face she blows out the poisonous cloud.

But Hyejin spun along Byulyi’s arm to avoid it. 

Reaching the end of her spin, Byulyi lets Hyejin fall into the decrescendo of their duet, forcing her to hold onto Byulyi once more. Making a stolen tongue-filled kiss easier for Byulyi. 

Much like the ending of tango, Byulyi leaves her breathless and in her arms.

Much to Hyejin’s dismay.

“Maybe both, maybe neither.” Byulyi helps her wife stand right back up. Her hands part to hide back to their pockets. “Nice party by the way, hun.”

Hyejin’s eyes follow them in suspicion. 

Smiling, Hyejin snakes her hand around Byulyi’s arm, interlocking them as she leads her to dinner. “Thank you, but I wouldn’t want you to miss the banquet.”