Soulmates | Minsung

8) Shoot Me

Jisung's face was now clear to Minho, who had his gun pressed against his forehead. Jisung wasn't scared, though. Minho wouldn't shoot him.

He froze.

There they were, standing in the middle of chaos, on the balance of life and death.

And everything stopped. The Order's members were down, some retreated, some injured, none dead. The Creed stopped, too, and were panting, trying to catch their breaths.

Hyunjin and Felix's eyes fell on Jisung, who stood completely still in front of a man who was painfully familiar. But what shocked them both was that Jisung stood unafraid, like he knew he wouldn't die, as if he was the one with complete control in that moment.

As if he didn't have a gun against his head that would kill him clean in seconds.

Jisung's heart rate increased, as did Minho's, whose breathing was shallow and was certain his eyes were playing tricks on him.

Jisung looked at him empty. God, those eyes were the ones he fell in love, and now they were the ones who had the power to take his life.

Hyunjin and Felix gasped when Minho removed his mask, and Jisung felt like he couldn't breathe.

"Jisung?" He whispered, finger on the trigger and ready to shoot. But his hand was shaking. That's never happened before. He was the best sniper there was in the Order. His hand doesn't shake.

"Long time no see Min." Jisung spoke, not phased at all by the barrel of the gun aimed at his head. He was shocked at himself for not stuttering or faltering his words.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Minho asked harshly.

"You see me after 6 years and that's what you've got to say to me? Classic Minho." Jisung scoffed.

Hearing Jisung say his name after 6 years made Minho weak, he felt like he would give in to him right there and then.

"Question is, what are you doing here?" Jisung asked when Minho said nothing.

"What does it look like?" Minho snapped. Jisung made him weak and he hated being weak, more than anything.

"Go on then, shoot me. Fucking kill me, that's what you came here for and you'd walk away without a care anyway." Jisung said returning the same harshness Minho gave him.

"Why don't you?" Minho asked. In the time that Minho held his gun to Jisung's head, Jisung's own gun was pressed against Minho's abdomen.

"I know you want to. I know you've been dying to hurt me the second you saw me again. To give me hell and pain, just like I gave to you." Minho said more calmly.

"You know what, yeah I have. I've imagined stabbing a knife into your heart, about shooting you clean in the head, about fucking dismembering every part of you because that's what you did to me. You tore me apart and I imaged doing the same to you." Jisung's voice had never been so cold, it sounded like death itself and it scared Felix and Hyunjin to the core.

"Go ahead. I'll probably thank you for it." Minho said, finally removing the gun from Jisung's head and walking backwards, giving Jisung the perfect shot.

He spread his arms out in invitation, knowing Jisung wouldn't kill him. He would probably shoot him, but he wouldn't kill him.

"Do it Jisung!" He yelled and Jisung's anger grew. Anger at Minho, at himself, at this entire situation. Anger at the universe for putting him there. Anger at past Jisung who had the guts to fall for a guy like Minho. Anger at himself right now for just being there.