accept. // a seventeen nerve fanfiction

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A/N - *6 months later* ight boys lets get this bread

The voice echoed in all there ears, the word begin fresh in there minds and daunting them in the silence of the street. Even though they had all unanimously heard the voice, none of them made any movements to begin. Each boy made eye contact with their partner, as to say a mixture of who should go first, and I'm sorry.

"Why..." Hansol croaked out, looking down from Seungkwan's eyes, to the five guns sitting on the pavement in front of them, everyone stayed away from them, too scared to touch them as though they were an exhibit in a museum. Some of them were going to die, and there was nothing any of the boys could do about it, because if they didn't, they all knew, all ten of them would die, most likely a more painful death. "I don't want to..." He spoke softly, glancing down at his shoes nervously, a small tear running down his soft cheek.

"None of us want to." Jun snapped, noticeably more irritated about the whole situation than the others, who just seemed openly sad about it. With those words, Jun was the first to step forward and pick up a gun, choosing the one farthest away from him, and looking over at Minghao, who was so fearful for his life that small pools of tears were filling his eyes, which when Jun saw them, it made him want to drop the gun. It made him want to drop it and comfort the boy, but he knew he couldn't, he knew prolonging it would only make it worse, "We need to just get it over with" His voice less snappy now, and his eyes blatantly watching Minghao. Holding the gun in one hand, Jun swayed over to Minghao, softly using his free hand to caress the side of the boys face, connecting there eyes with a soft glance, before glancing down at his lips. Jun had thought the boy was cute ever since he laid eyes on him in the diner, and ever since the kiss, his only thoughts were kissing him again, but him, being Jun, refused to be the one to initiate the kiss. So, his eyes quickly glanced down as he stepped back, noticing he was most likely making the boy uncomfortable.

Minghao, on the other hand, liked the sudden closeness of the other, the touch of the cheek, the small eye movement, it made his heart leap in excitement in a time when he was still fearful. As Jun stepped back, Minghao could not help but step closer, which caused Jun to look up and smile softly, there eyes meeting, Minghao leaned in and kissed the boy softly and quickly, pulling away too soon.

"Try-" He was quickly cut off by Jun taking over and placing his lips back on Minghao's, just wanting them to be lost in the moment, wanting them to forget where they were, forget what they had to do, forget the mistake they had made, the choice to play this game. Their lips moved together, Jun dropping the gun and placing his hands on Minghao's waist, while the other wrapped his arms around Jun's neck. A moment away from the world. To the two of them it felt as though time had slowed down and they were safe. But of course, that was not the case.

Both of them pulled away, slightly out of breath, a smile planted on the pairs faces, a smile that could only be caught at a glimpse, because soon it was wiped away at the sight of the gun, forcing them back into reality. Jun scanned Minghao's face, who was know staring down at the gun with a lifeless look in there eyes.

"I'm sorry..." Jun whispered as he bent down to pick up the gun, which Minghao's eyes continued to follow, he truly could not help it.

"Just- try not to kill me..." Minghao replied, breaking his eyes away from the gun and connecting his eyes with Jun.

"Let's just get it over with" Jun gulped, too scared to make a promise he could not control. They both forced smiles on there faces as they moved a few feet away from each other, the gun in Jun's trembling hand, which wouldn't stay steady no matter how hard he tried. He looked down at the gun with fearful eyes. He didn't even know how to shoot a gun. Looking at the foreign object, he held it up, aiming at Minghao. All he knew was to pull the trigger, was there anything else to do? He thought there was. What do you pull? What do you do? All these questions raced through his head as he held the gun in his trembling hands. He never thought he'd be in this situation and being there, terrified him.