She squeezed the cold, metal in her hands. Begging in herself to stop shaking. This wasn't the time to act scared. Not in front of him. Her breath was heavy and uneven as she pointed the gun at him.
"Y/N..."
"Get out."
She didn't want to hear it. She didn't want to hear the apologies fall from his mouth. She didn't want to look at the way his face changed when she picked up the gun. She wanted him gone.
Warm, salty tears started to build up in her eyes and he was still standing there. She couldn't let him see her like that. Crying, breaking down in front of him like a weakling.So when he just continued to stand there she switched the safety off and shoot the wall beside him, barely missing his arm.
"Now!"
He jumped slightly, not expecting her to shoot but, quickly made his way to the door. After tripping over a few clothes laying on the floor he finally made his way out the door. She lowered her arms, slowly. Afraid he might burst back in. What was she thinking? No one in their right mind would ever even consider to trust a killer.
Especially Hoseok.
