Mama's Gun | A HyoJ fanfiction

Mama's Gun

"Put the gun down. Please."
I begged him as his red, almost glowing eyes pierced right through me. He looked like a ferocious animal; his teeth were clenched, his muscles were tense. I had no idea what was happening. I was too scared to move. Telling him to lower his gun had required way too much energy already.

But one thing was certain.

That wasn't him.

It was the middle of the night. We couldn't sleep so we decided to go out for a walk. We headed to our favorite spot, a little hill with a beautiful oak tree on top and a breathtaking view of the brightly lit city underneath. As far as I'm aware, it was a place no one else knew about. Perfect for hanging out together, for telling each other secrets, and, occasionally, for exchanging a few kisses when we felt like it, as were always too afraid of people's judgment. After all, we're both guys. You never know what others might think. We weren't boyfriends, we were something truly unique, unexplainable by words. And we were fine with it as it was. Our relationship was perfect. I truly loved him. I love him. I don't know in what way, but I truly do. And I know he did too.

Until that night, when he pointed the gun at me. Out of nowhere. We weren't even talking. We were just staring into the distance, looking at the millions of lights emitting from the city below us. That's when he got up very erratically, almost like a robot. Surprised by his sudden movement, I got up too.
"Is everything fine?" I asked, putting my hand on his shoulder. I could sense something was off. I was there for him. In the good and the bad. And at that point, he lifted his head up. His eyes ignited. They were bright red. Or maybe I was just imagining things.
Scared, I withdrew my hand from his shoulder and took a step back. That's when he slowly reached into his small shoulder bag, the bag I gifted him on his birthday just two months prior. He took out a big, metallic object that shone under the moonlight.

A revolver.

A gift from his mom before she passed away. It hung on the wall in our living room. I didn't even know it was still functional.

He pointed it at me, without saying a word.

I froze, unable to move or speak. I let out five strained words with great effort.
"Put the gun down. Please."
That was all I could do.
No response from him. Not even a slight movement. He looked... possessed.

It wasn't him. It couldn't have been.

But I soon realized I would have never known the truth. I would have never discovered who that was. Because mere seconds after I spoke, I heard a loud bang and caught a glimpse of a blinding flash.

And then I saw, heard, and felt nothing but darkness.

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Hyojin woke up at 7 am, a strong headache messing up with his head. His ears were ringing, making him unable to hear anything else. The pills the doctor Mizuguchi prescribed weren't strong enough, he thought. His reoccurring headaches got less and less frequent after he started taking them, but that morning, he experienced one of the worst migraines of that period of his life.
He still wasn't sure what the cause of his headaches, often paired with ringing ears and blurry vision, was. It could have been literally anything, and the most plausible explanation was stress related to work. It was getting hectic in those past few months. He was managing, but his head needed to rest, without a doubt. Even if the headaches weren't caused by stress, it definitely made them worse. Even a first analysis by Doctor Mizuguchi didn't reveal anything odd. Everything seemed totally fine, although he did ask Hyojin to come to his clinic in the hospital for further analysis a week later. Maybe it would display something more, although they both hoped it was nothing dangerous. For the time being, he simply prescribed Hyojin some painkillers.