crack in the mirror | gayeon 🪞

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"You had a gun in your pocket all the time?" Jooyeon questioned as Jiseok took the said item out of his trousers. With a nod, he leaned against Jooyeon pointing the barrel to his head. The latter only smiled at him, his teeth showing. "Are you going to kill me?"

"More or less," Jiseok murmured, moving the slide of the black gun he was holding. It was a small weapon, looked rather idiotic than impressive but Jooyeon stared at him with an interest written on his face. "We have done so many bad things lately."

"I wouldn't consider them bad," he sighed observing Jiseok as he tossed the gun in the air from one hand to another. "They deserved it."

They were in their place again; the church. Some flowers were already blooming, and some were yet to bloom. That day, they finally mustered up all their energy to climb the stairs and go on the so-called balcony that looked very uneven and unsafe to be on.

"Whatever," Jiseok scoffed, the gun almost falling on the floor but he managed to catch it. "Still, we both deserve to die."

"So you want me to kill myself?" Jooyeon narrowed his eyes as Jiseok gave him his hand to make him get up. He nodded. "It's the most exciting idea someone has ever told me," he laughed, taking the gun from his hands. Jiseok furrowed his eyebrows. "No, it's not. It's strange." Jooyeon choked out, shaking his head sideways.

The gun was heavier than he thought and felt so nice right there.

"We will be reborn just like Phoenix!" Jiseok shouted, pulling Jooyeon further into the balcony with no barriers and moss covering its surface.

"And what would we do then?" He asked, looking down at the trees below his feet. He could jump off it to die, that would be easier but the gun sounded more thrilling. It was like playing roulette.

"I don't know, Jooyeon."

"I wanna kill more people," his voice was stern and so was his gaze. "That girl—she was the worst." It pierced Jiseok who didn't even think twice before answering.

"We will do so but let's focus on it now," he tapped the weapon with his finger. Jooyeon gulped, raising his hand up. It still looked like a silly little toy to him. Something that was supposed to make him have fun and entertain him.

"Am I actually gonna die?" He asked, wrapping his hand harder around it. It was made out of plastic, a very toy-like synthetic material which made him smile even wider.

"If only there is a bullet," Jiseok answered, he traced the way Jooyeon firmly held it with his eyes.

He put three bullets in it. Additionally, he did it yesterday just to add some spike of excitement to this already weird attraction. But to be honest, even if he did it this day he would have already forgotten the sequence of moves in order not to kill himself.

3 bullets, 8 slots in the magazine. The chance was rather low but still, there was a chance.

"Sounds funny," Jooyeon whispered with a smirk crossing his face as he placed the gun right in the same place where Jiseok had put it before. "Shall I go first?" he asked, stepping aside from Jiseok just in case the bullet would fly right through him and he would accidentally hurt him. It was the last thing he wanted to happen.

"I want to be first," Jiseok said, observing him with such attentiveness that his eyes even seemed to shine. And Jooyeon quickly passed him a gun; a muddled raise of his eyebrow, and Jiseok nodded to reassure him that this was exactly what he wanted.

And then his hand wrapped around the trigger and it didn't tremble at all. His grip was firm and secure as if he was interested at the thought of getting both results of the game.