Rays of sun pierced through the gaps in the blinds of their cheap hotel room. 

They crashed against the mirror and cascaded flecks of holographic rainbows onto the walls. It was a little phenomenon that Hana had always adored, but it looked different now that the rainbows were dappled all over Jungkook's honey skin. It was better.

She had done her fair share of crimes before, but nothing felt as criminal as drinking up the sight of him peacefully resting in a nest of scatter cushions.

They had spent the night laughing with each other, learning each other. It was the kind of hedonistic gratification that rivalled pure ecstasy, numbing the mind and the body to everything outside of the bubble they shared.

He had traced his lips softly down her arm, from the joint of her wrist to the curve of her shoulder, peppering kisses slowly. There was something incredibly gentle about the way in which he moved his lips; as if they were flames and her skin was ice. She melted into him.

Hana replayed the ways he had made her quiver, the feeling of their foreheads pressed together and the thin film of sweat that had covered their bodies as he buried himself inside of her.

Despite waking up completely sober, she felt dizzy and intoxicated, obsessed with the high that they had chased together.

Taking one final gaze, she wished she could preserve the image forever, before pushing the duvet off ever so gently, in a bid not to wake him. It was useless, given how lightly Jungkook slept and he came into the realm of consciousness while Hana was pulling her phone from its charger cable.

He considered faking his slumber a little longer so that he could live out his favourite dream; the one where he and Hana existed normally with one another. He could hear her pacing the room and imagined what she looked like, how strands of her hair would be falling from her slept-in bun and the way his shirt would be hanging from her shoulders.

"Shit," Hana whispered quietly, and Jungkook's eyes shot open.

"What's up?" His body had risen instinctively, and he was sat up, looking directly at her now. He had startled her, and she immediately felt guilty for waking him.

"Uh, a text," she said sheepishly, casting her phone down to the bed for him to read. He grabbed it instantly and drank in the information from the group chat between Hana and her associates.

Jimin: Anyone seen Hana?

Yoongi: She not in her room?

Jimin: Would I be asking if she was?

Yoongi: Check your attitude, you little shit.

Namjoon: Let me know when you find her, she needs to get prepped for tonight. Yoongi could you pick up the suits from the dry cleaners?

Yoongi: Roger that.

Jimin: @Hana get your ass home. We need to sort your dress for tonight.

Jimin: @Hana If you're not home by 10:30 I'll get Yoongs to tap into your GPS and drag you back myself.

Yoongi: No need. Daol Guesthouse down in Mapo. Fill your boots.

Jimin: @Hana 10:30. Not a minute later.

The silence that filled the air as Jungkook absorbed the messages was turning sour. She could read the expression on his face like the back of his hand.

"You're still going ahead with the job?" He didn't look at her as he spoke, eyes rescanning the messages.

"What choice do I have?"

"You have a voice, don't you? Use it," he huffed, throwing her phone gently on the bed in an attempt to look indifferent. It was stupid of him to think last night had changed anything. Realistically, he knew that it hadn't. Even if her commitment to her job wasn't going to end whatever they had, his commitment to his job would terminate it in two weeks anyway. It wasn't a case of 'if'; just a matter of 'when'.

"Did you say no to Jin?" Hana scoffed. If anyone should know what her obligations are like, it should be him. He sighed, defeated. She was right.

"Come here," he held out his hand and pulled her closer as she took it in her own. He nestled his head into the curve of her waist, wrapping his arms around her thighs. She played with his messy hair, smiling tenderly as she did so. "You think they'll know why you're here?"

Hana shook her head. It wasn't uncommon for her to run away for a night or two. She needed room to breathe every now and again. The only reason Yoongi had access to her GPS network was because she had once accidentally ended up staying in a Hae Pa owned hotel. Yoongi had to carry out an escape mission for her dumb ass without her even realising it.

Jungkook briefly let go of Hana to check his wristwatch, before pulling her back into the bed with him. "We've got an hour," he spoke ruminatively.

An hour didn't feel like long enough to either of them. She dappled kisses on his neck, her lips tracing the lines of his tattoos; the ones she loved and the one she despised. She wanted to suck the ink from his skin like fresh venom and save him from the poison that was Hae Pa.

"Tell me something," his throat vibrated against her lips as he whispered.

"Anything."

"You ever thought of getting out?"

"No," Hana said after a moment. Truthfully, she hadn't. She had nothing without Yoongi, the boys, her job. It was all she'd ever known. Of course, she had flirted with the idea of an ordinary life.

It was the simplicity about it that got her, the teasing of normality; the fantasy of a picket fence. They'd have 2.4 kids, and a Dalmatian named Rufus or Brian, something 'human' because they'd find it funny. They'd spend their Friday night's at home with a takeaway and a shitty hallmark film. Sunday's would be spent in bed, dreading their 9-5's come Monday morning. They'd drive a seven-seater SUV that would be fuck ugly but practical. He wouldn't wear three-piece suits, just a tweed blazer over dark jeans and a dress shirt. She'd cook his favourite pies, and he'd tell her that he wouldn't trade their shitty, mundane life for the world.

But dreams were precisely that; fantasies. Realistically, she knew it wasn't an option.

"I think I'd consider it for you," he spoke serenely as his lips found hers again. God, he'd never get over how at peace he felt with her.

"You're a fool, Jeon Jungkook," Hana smiled against his lips, smitten. She couldn't decide if this was the best or the worst morning of her recent life. She was so unbearably happy but knew it would be guillotined by the time the clock struck 10:30.

"Only for you," he kissed her again, moving their bodies for him to regain dominance as they sank into the sheets one final time. 

a/n: Considered making this smut, but I think ima save it for when things get #angsty lol soz