Minjoo doesn't expect to see a firearm sitting in the drawer next to their bed. Carefully, she picks it up, using her fingers to trail over the details of the revolver. Judging by the decorative surface, it's most likely just a decorative gun, but Minjoo makes sure her fingers don't fiddle around the trigger,

"Careful babe, that's loaded." Minjoo turns, smiling at the ash-blonde woman buttoning up her shirt. She saunters to where Minjoo is, kissing her on the cheek before resuming on her doing just by the bed.

"Is this for your wife?" She hums. "What was her name again... Ah, Chaewon! Am I right, Tomi?"

Hitomi—or as Minjoo called, Tomi—shrugs her shoulders after nodding her affirmation. "No," she says, waving her hand dismissively. "Too chancy."

"Too chancy?" Minjoo giggles. Hitomi snorts and walks back to where her partner is, climbing back to the bed. Her arms coil around Minjoo's neck, bringing the dark-haired beauty closer until their lips meet in a brief kiss.

"I'm hiring a professional."

Minjoo hums. "How about me?" She purrs, teasingly kissing the slant of Hitomi's neck before the other woman withdraws from her embrace.

The blonde smiles, shaking her head in response. "Cute."

"What?" Minjoo frowns, offended. "Is it because I'm a woman I can't be a hitman?"

"No," Hitomi crinkles her nose as she turns,