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I push back my hoodie to get rid of the creepy-stalker look. Pull my hair out so that it falls over my shoulders, enhancing my femininity. Pull down my sleeves to help cover my tattoos (don't wanna look like an under-aged gangster and scare off the guy, now do I?). And lastly, plaster a sweet smile on my face for good measure.
Right now, I am the picture of teenage innocence. A sweet, innocent teenager who wouldn't dare hurt a fly. It's like I'm meant for this role.
"Oh my god—is that a puppy!?" A voice that is not mine but he needs to hear slips out of my mouth. (Ugh. I hate this voice. If this voice of mine was a real person, I would slit her throat). He looks up at me through his bangs, and his cheeks immediately flush pink.
Oh my god, he's so cute. Why god? WHY?
"I-uh, uh, I-uh. Yeah." He stutters, still looking into my eyes—my lifeless brown eyes—and I smile.
Not to brag, but judging my looks, no wonder he's stuttering. Flawless, porcelain skin. Baby doll face with china doll lips. Soft, light brown eyes with thick lashes. Dark, long wavy hair. A healthy figure with curves in all the right places. Mind you, but I didn't achieve all these things overnight. True, my parents deserve half the credits for their amazing genes, but I put in a lot of effort to my body and appearance, and it pays off. I know I am beautiful, and with looks like mine, winning a guy's attention at first glance is a piece of cake.
I was going for a smile a fake smile, but it turns out to be a genuine one. I haven't smiled like this in years. Wow, I can't believe that this guy just made me smile.
"He's so cute!" I say, propping down next to him and balancing on my heels. His body immediately tenses, and his fall to the puppy that is currently cuddling in his chest. One thing's for sure. Unlike Jimin, he is not the flirtious, player type. Good. I hate players. But of course, Jimin is an exception. He's bae, after all.
"I-I just found him." He answers without looking up, but I keep on smiling. I know, hon. I was watching you.
"Oh really?! From where?" I ask him in an excited girly voice. Jeez, I so hate my voice right now.
"Actually, I rescued him. He was inside this sewer." I can tell that he is not bragging, just simply explaining what happened.
"Can I hold him?" I ask him and lean in closer, he tenses some more. He is this tense without even knowing I am an assassin, I can't imagine what would his reaction be if he found out my true identity? My guess? He would go into a cardiac arrest.
"S-sure!" He replies, his voice higher than usual. Awww, he's nervous. "H-here." He hands over the puppy to me. I carefully take it from his hands and then slowly get to my feet. He hesitates for what seems like a second, but gets up as well.
Woah, he's really tall. Almost six feet, I think. I am five foot five, as in a hundred and sixty five centimeters in height. I know I am short, but I can take down five grown men-armed or not-by myself, so height doesn't really matter.
"Awww, such a cutie!" I say in that hatefully high girly voice - that I hate so much that I would rather listen to skrillex twenty-four seven than hear this sound even for a second - and then take the puppy in my hands. I scratch the back of it's neck, and then turn to the guy. "Hi, I'm (y/n)." I almost miss a step.
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𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍 | 𝐛𝐭𝐬
Fanfiction"(y/n), don't do this!" He holds his hands in front of him and starts backing away. He's scared, just like he should be. "Join me, please?" He pleads, his voice honest and sincere. "Tempting, but it's a no." I simply reply, before shooting him squar...
