The first time she saw him, he was weeping. Not the silent heaving of his shoulders. No, it was quite the opposite.

An assassin has only one job: to kill. They never miss their mark and they always get the job done. Even if they wanted to escape the life of an assassin, it follows them with the smell of death constantly surrounding them. So what is there left to do but kill?

A series of one shots from AUs i've read on tumblr and written about B.A.P. Enjoy!

You just wanted a normal life; one filled with jazz music, reading, your family, maybe even a boyfriend. But you got way more than what you bargained for and way more than one heart can handle. And you wished you could go back to when things were much more simple but life never turns out the way you want it to. Especially in love.