There was a sense of anonymity to coffee shops that Hana found herself incredibly fond of. 

It wasn't uncommon for her to spend her down days in the window booths of cosy cafes just to watch the world roll by. She would imagine the conversations between passersby and consider which of her fellow coffee drinkers were on dates or who were breaking up. She got lost in the scent of freshly roasted coffee beans and sweet caramel syrups and, for a while, albeit a very short while, she was able to forget the life that she lived.

Sitting opposite Jungkook, she couldn't help but feel as if he was intruding on her safe haven.

He was agitated, shoulders tense, and his fingers knotted between themselves on top of the table. His demeanour was far too aggressive for the tranquillity Hana associated with the sound of milk being frothed. A large dark hood covered his hair and sheltered his face from being recognised at a glance; a conscious effort to conceal his identity. He was paranoid, far too paranoid. Hana thought it just made him look even more suspicious.

"Let's start easy," she said, placing her large coffee mug down on the oak table. There were knots in the table, indelible signs of its history. Thousands of warm cups had been placed down on it before hers, all leaving tiny marks. She didn't want to leave a trace. "How did he know my name?"

Jungkook shrugged again as he had done in the corridor. He wished he had an answer for her, genuinely, for it meant that he would also be a lot less confused.

"My best bet is that he keeps tabs on Dal Pa," Jungkook suggested. He wasn't looking at Hana, but at his hands instead. He had some hangnails that he wanted to tear off, but it always made him flinch. There were traces of blood underneath the whites of his fingernails, remnants of the day's dirty work. The knowledge of how it got there didn't make him flinch at all. "It's better for us to keep our friends close but our enemies closer."

The turn of phrase made Hana smile a little.

"I don't think that means sleeping with them," her voice was dry but soft.

"How do you know that it wasn't my intention from the get-go?" Jungkook raised an eyebrow, looking at Hana for the first time since they had taken their seats in the back corner of the cafe. Her hair was dry now, warmed from the snug temperature of the small seating area they were in. She too was wearing a dark hoodie, but let the hood drape over her shoulders and down her back confidently, almost as if she felt safe. Jungkook thought she must have been mad. He continued to challenge her. "Weasel my way into Dal Pa through their resident harlot?"

"Resident harlot," Hana's tongue ran against her teeth as she repeated his words, unsure if she wanted to take offence or find humour in them. She chose neither. "We both knew you didn't have a fucking clue."

"Do we?" Jungkook toyed as if he hadn't freaked out when he noticed her tattoo that morning. As tempting as it was, Hana didn't want to banter with him, no matter how long he held her gaze or how prominent his dimpled smile was.

"The full moon comment," she changed the topic, deciding that friendly conversation wouldn't end well. "He knows I'm Dal Pa."

Jungkook just nodded. It was the only logical thing that made sense.

"So he knows what we did?" Hana wasn't so much asking, but telling.

There was another curt nod from the boy opposite her.

It was something that Jungkook hadn't wanted to admit to himself, that Jin already knew he had fraternised with the enemy. There had been no further mention of Hana from Jin for the rest of the day, just sly comments from Tae about how Jungkook really needed to put a pillow behind his headboard.

The job that they had been on today was a continuation of the night before. Jungkook's target had been occupied the entire evening, and truthfully, he had just sat with Hana to bide the time until his mark was free. She intrigued him, well-dressed and all alone. Most importantly, he had watched the man she was with casually stroll over to his target and make conversation. He saw her as a way in.

The dots were joining in his head, and she could see his expression soften and harden again with this realisation.

"The mayor's secretary," he began, watching her brows raise with curiosity. His sentences were choppy, his stream of thoughts coming out freely. "The guy you were with was Dal Pa too, wasn't he? The secretary was your target?"

Hana considered her response, not wanting to give anything away. Dal Pa had spent months working their way up the food chain and were too close to let it all go now.

Jungkook could sense this reservation, so decided to do something he knew he shouldn't do: tell the truth.

"He was my target, too."

For once, Hana was lost for words. There were no quick remarks, nothing on the end of her sharp tongue. Her mouth hung slightly ajar as she reclined into the worn leather of her booth seat.

"You shouldn't have told me that," Hana whispered.

"I shouldn't have done a lot of things, Hana," he picked up his now cold coffee and took a swig, swallowing down the bitterness. "But it's common ground. We were after the same guy, so maybe Hae Pa and Dal Pa aren't all that different."

"The same target does not mean the same tactics," Hana taunted him. She couldn't believe he was so naive, but then again she knew Hae Pa men were all brawn, no brains.

"Doesn't mean the same goals, either," he agreed, acknowledging that they could have had very different reasons for wanting the same man. "But it probably means we're gonna keep crossing paths if we're running in the same circles. We need to figure out what we're gonna do about it."

"Nothing. Nothing is what we're gonna do about it," Hana told him sternly. "We fucked. That's it. We were drunk strangers, and that was it. Nothing more, nothing less."

"Huh," Jungkook was a little taken back by her flippancy. He wasn't used to girls not being smitten after fucking him. He almost felt offended. "Guess you really are the resident harlot then."

"Do you really think I learned how to make you moan like that by being a good Christian girl?" Hana smirked, running her foot up his leg beneath the table. Her eyes were sultry, lashes low, just as they had been the night before. She knew his ego was bruised and she couldn't help but press on it a little to make it sting some more.

"Guys can fake it too, y'know," he discounted her, adjusting his leg away from her, shuffling slightly to accommodate for the bulge that had started to grow in his trousers. He did not want to give her the satisfaction. "Can't fake the way your pussy trembled on my cock, though."

Hana pursed her lips tightly, the smirk wanting to grace her face again. So this is how it's going to be, she thought to herself.

"I know it will be hard, but it's best if you forget how I feel," Hana told him. They were the only two left in the coffee shop, but it didn't matter, as they had tuned out of the world around them. Their affiliations didn't matter, nor the past, present or future. They were consumed by the moment they were in, and it felt dangerous. Hana hadn't felt a rush like this in years. She wasn't entirely sure that she ever had.

"What about the way you taste?" Jungkook flirted openly now, voice lower than usual. He hadn't asked for an Irish coffee, but somehow he felt totally intoxicated. It felt like there was static energy buzzing between the two of them, bordering on an electric current.

"And the way I sound," she nodded, resting her teeth on her lip as she finished speaking.

"What if I can't?"

"That sounds like a 'you' problem," Hana smiled as if butter wouldn't melt. It was the same smile that made Jungkook take such intrigue in her the night before, the same one he felt against his lips as he kissed her outside the bar while they waited for a cab back to his.

He was in trouble, and he knew it.

He sat back in his chair, breaking from the bubble they were in. It very much was a 'him' problem, and it was up to him to solve it.

"As fun as this is, Hana, we can't do this," his gaze was resting on the beige rings in his coffee mug, the scent of coffee beans making him feel slightly nauseous. At least, that's what he attributed it to, and not the girl in front of him. "Things are hectic enough as it is, we don't need to make our lives any harder."

She wasn't surprised nor hurt by him shutting it down. She was relieved in a way. He had more willpower than she did.

"So what do we do now?" she asked, moving their coffee cups to the edge of the table to make it easier for the hostess to collect them, but also to avoid eye contact with him.

"Well, you don't show up at my place unannounced again," he laughed slightly at how stupid she had been. "That's just asking for trouble."

Hana nodded in agreement.

"I'll stay out of your way if you stay out of mine, okay?" Jungkook continued, his assertive dominance coming back to the forefront of his demeanour. "Any other Dal Pa that gets in my way? Then that's on them. I still have a job to do, and I'm not letting any of your little mates get in the way of that."

"Likewise for your Hae Pa friends," Hana said with cold-hearted conviction. Jungkook just laughed.

"What you gonna do? Flutter your eyelashes and have them spilling all their deepest darkest secrets?"

"Yes," she said innocently to juxtapose the words she was about to speak. "I've started as I mean to go on."

He knew that she was joking, but there was something about her words that Jungkook couldn't help but let get to him. Had she done that to him? He thought that she might have done.

"Fuck my friends, and I'll fucking kill you," Jungkook wasn't smiling. It wasn't a threat. It was a promise.

"All work, no play makes Jungkook a boring boy," Hana toyed. She knew precisely what Jungkook did to the people that got in his way. She had seen the scars on his body and the blood-soaked shirts in his laundry basket. Hae Pa weren't just known; they were notorious. Get on the wrong side of them, and they'd never give you the chance to do it again.

Yet she had felt how gentle he could be and heard how softly he could laugh.

Perhaps they were both as naive as each other.

Perhaps they were both wet behind the ears, too young for the lives they were living.

Perhaps all this really didn't matter at all.

"Playing is my work, doll," he smiled tenderly, getting to his feet. There was no more that either of them could say without compromising their respective families. "I would tell you not to be a stranger, but for both of our sakes, I really hope you will be. Keep yourself safe, Hana."

She watched as his tall silhouette exited the cafe, not realising she had been out for so long that the dusky sun was starting to rise. He walked with exuberant confidence, proud, almost.

Left alone now, she yearned for the ability to rewind clocks.

She wanted him to be in front of her again, his dark fringe ticking his eyebrows as he laughed with her. It had been too long since she had spent time with someone solely for the enjoyment of their company. Hell, she hadn't even reached out to him for that, but she would have been a liar if she said it wasn't what ended up happening.

He, too, spent his walk back home recounting the conversation between them, wishing he had phrased things differently. He wanted to seem more composed than he had been, and ached to have made her laugh harder than he had. If he ran back now, would she still be there? It was a tempting thought and one that he had to physically restrain himself from testing.

Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue, or so Jungkook's high school text books had taught him.

But our Romeo never paid Shakespeare much mind.

Perhaps he should have.