A Game With the Devil [2/2]
a game with the devil [2/2]
angst, seriously. character death? maybe, maybe not.
two gang members get thrown into a game of life and death, pg-13.
Without knowing, Jonghyun had squeezed his eyes shut when he saw Taemin pull the trigger. For a long time, Jonghyun sat in his chair, panting and trying to regain his cool. When he opened his eyes, he saw the opposite of what he was expecting.
Taemin smiled at him, a tinge of humour in his eyes. Both of them seemed to forget how emotional and intense Taemin's speech was. He leaned forward and whispered, "Gave you a fright didn't I? People tell me I'm born dramatic but sometimes I like to just do it for fun."
"Shisus!" Jonghyun exclaimed. "How the fuck did a bullet not split through your head? It was like-" He thought twice about what he was going to say before clearing his throat. "Ah, nothing. Maybe you should join the arts business. It seems more suitable for you, I fancy. Give me the gun."
The younger boy laughed and tossed the Diamondback to Jonghyun. "Luck is really on our side today," he muttered. Then he shifted in his seat and picked up the last cartridge, twirling it in his hand. "You know, Jonghyun, I'm really glad they threw me into this." He said in a sort of bashful way and Jonghyun felt flattered. It was a while before came the reply, "Me too."
"You're the only person I've been honest with about my past. Nobody knows I had abusive parents. Well, nobody except you," Taemin added. "I'm sure you've never told anyone about your evil mastermind plans, right?"
Jonghyun smiled at the other boy who just looked completely embarrassed now. "I suppose you're right. I haven't told anyone that I planned to take over the world." His grin lingered for a while before it faltered. He closed his eyes and again took a leap of faith when he pulled the trigger.
"And after this..." he let out shakily after echoes of the click sound faded.
"After this, when we come out alive, we won't be able to share anything else," Taemin offered sadly.
"When we come out alive?"
"We aren't dead yet. I don't see why one of us will even if I put this bullet in." Taemin smirked for the heck of it as he said, "We're lucky mother fuckers remember?" Then he reached for the gun and inserted the last bullet. He gave the gun a quick spin and put it on the table.
"It's..." Jonghyun started but seemed to be afraid to say it. Taemin smiled at him, giving him reassurance that after tonight, everything he said wouldn't bother him at all. "It's a free world isn't it. We should be able to choose and make decisions by ourselves right?"
"Yes," Taemin said with wonder about where this was going.
"Then... Then why can't we choose our... friends?" Phew, thought Jonghyun, glad that I got that off my chest.
Taemin sighed and picked up the gun. "We can if we choose to. There's just a barrier, a strong and powerful barrier that we have to break so that we can get to what we want. In this case, it's our gangs." The gun pressed against Taemin's temple. He gave Jonghyun a smile. "After this, I choose you. I choose your friendship over my gang."
"I would like that. I choose you too," Jonghyun said, smiling at how corny all this was starting to sound. Like they were in a relationship or something.
"Say, why don't we get out of this place? We could go make some money to go to college- we're both of age and graduated already, right? - And then work. Maybe find someone and settle down somewhere." Taemin's eyes glazed over. "That would be something wouldn't it? To be free like that."
Jonghyun thought about it and couldn't help but agree. "Take this last shot and let's get the hell out of here." Both of them exchanged glances and wide, excited smiles.
Taemin pulled the trigger.
A loud sound echoed through the basement as the bullet shot through Taemin's head. Blood splattered onto the cement floor. All Jonghyun could do was let out a raspy gasp at the ghastly, sickening sight of a dead man.
Then Jonghyun put his forehead on the table and started to cry.
angst, seriously. character death? maybe, maybe not.
two gang members get thrown into a game of life and death, pg-13.
Without knowing, Jonghyun had squeezed his eyes shut when he saw Taemin pull the trigger. For a long time, Jonghyun sat in his chair, panting and trying to regain his cool. When he opened his eyes, he saw the opposite of what he was expecting.
Taemin smiled at him, a tinge of humour in his eyes. Both of them seemed to forget how emotional and intense Taemin's speech was. He leaned forward and whispered, "Gave you a fright didn't I? People tell me I'm born dramatic but sometimes I like to just do it for fun."
"Shisus!" Jonghyun exclaimed. "How the fuck did a bullet not split through your head? It was like-" He thought twice about what he was going to say before clearing his throat. "Ah, nothing. Maybe you should join the arts business. It seems more suitable for you, I fancy. Give me the gun."
The younger boy laughed and tossed the Diamondback to Jonghyun. "Luck is really on our side today," he muttered. Then he shifted in his seat and picked up the last cartridge, twirling it in his hand. "You know, Jonghyun, I'm really glad they threw me into this." He said in a sort of bashful way and Jonghyun felt flattered. It was a while before came the reply, "Me too."
"You're the only person I've been honest with about my past. Nobody knows I had abusive parents. Well, nobody except you," Taemin added. "I'm sure you've never told anyone about your evil mastermind plans, right?"
Jonghyun smiled at the other boy who just looked completely embarrassed now. "I suppose you're right. I haven't told anyone that I planned to take over the world." His grin lingered for a while before it faltered. He closed his eyes and again took a leap of faith when he pulled the trigger.
"And after this..." he let out shakily after echoes of the click sound faded.
"After this, when we come out alive, we won't be able to share anything else," Taemin offered sadly.
"When we come out alive?"
"We aren't dead yet. I don't see why one of us will even if I put this bullet in." Taemin smirked for the heck of it as he said, "We're lucky mother fuckers remember?" Then he reached for the gun and inserted the last bullet. He gave the gun a quick spin and put it on the table.
"It's..." Jonghyun started but seemed to be afraid to say it. Taemin smiled at him, giving him reassurance that after tonight, everything he said wouldn't bother him at all. "It's a free world isn't it. We should be able to choose and make decisions by ourselves right?"
"Yes," Taemin said with wonder about where this was going.
"Then... Then why can't we choose our... friends?" Phew, thought Jonghyun, glad that I got that off my chest.
Taemin sighed and picked up the gun. "We can if we choose to. There's just a barrier, a strong and powerful barrier that we have to break so that we can get to what we want. In this case, it's our gangs." The gun pressed against Taemin's temple. He gave Jonghyun a smile. "After this, I choose you. I choose your friendship over my gang."
"I would like that. I choose you too," Jonghyun said, smiling at how corny all this was starting to sound. Like they were in a relationship or something.
"Say, why don't we get out of this place? We could go make some money to go to college- we're both of age and graduated already, right? - And then work. Maybe find someone and settle down somewhere." Taemin's eyes glazed over. "That would be something wouldn't it? To be free like that."
Jonghyun thought about it and couldn't help but agree. "Take this last shot and let's get the hell out of here." Both of them exchanged glances and wide, excited smiles.
Taemin pulled the trigger.
A loud sound echoed through the basement as the bullet shot through Taemin's head. Blood splattered onto the cement floor. All Jonghyun could do was let out a raspy gasp at the ghastly, sickening sight of a dead man.
Then Jonghyun put his forehead on the table and started to cry.