accept. // a seventeen nerve fanfiction

~13~

A/N - and I oop, i was right it has been about six months

No one could take their eyes away from the boy on the ground. His arms wrapped around the newly dead corpse like it was a doll and he, a child, whose favorite doll was about to be taken away. But, unlike this scenario, there was no way Wonwoo could ever get Mingyu back, no amount of tears, screaming, or love, could make the other start breathing again. The others began to look away, one by one, solemnly humbling themselves. Some began to feel intense fear inside, reminding themselves that two more would die in the next five minutes and that the scene in front of them would be recreated with two more pairs.

Woozi broke his eyes away from the scene before him, hearing his name made his skin crawl in ways he never knew it could. The eye contact that he and Hoshi made him feel as though a spear were being driven through his heart, like their was a car driving full speed at both of them and there was no way to jump out of the way. The odds were in the favor of death for them, and they both knew it, it was something that could not leave their thoughts no matter how terribly hard they tried. 

The tension between the two was clear to the others, but also understood. As Woozi stepped forward, he could feel all eyes move from the body on the ground to him, and he was not one for any sort of attention, but especially in this situation, he wished he could crawl in a hole away from the boys whose eye's were fixated on him.

"Lets do it Hosh..." Woozi gulped back his fears and tried to force a smile, but it was nothing more than a sort of solemn half smile that failed at hiding the nerves that were still sticking to his face for the others to see. 

Hoshi felt a slight pain in his heart as he heard the shorter use the nickname he had always been so fond of. The nickname had been given to him by the other as well, when they were younger, and not to mention, Woozi was the only one allowed to use that nickname. 

Unable to form words, Hoshi simply nodded and walked over to the line of guns, where only three were present. Eyeing the one closest to him, he began to bend down, but was quickly stopped by a hand on his shoulder, causing him to turn his head to see who the hand belonged to, but the touch was too familiar not to know by now. Like he assumed, the culprit was in fact Woozi, his eyes soft, staring down at him, this caused Hoshi to stand back up, continuing to look into the boy's eyes, which were currently full of life, he didn't want to look away, scared the next time he saw them, they would be drained. 

The moment the taller was totally standing, Woozi wrapped his arms around the boy's neck, and placed his head on the boy's shoulder, pulling him in close, needing the final touch from the other before they took their places opposite each other. Hoshi wasn't very surprised, but he could feel his body warm up from the boys touch, causing him to wrap his own arms around the boy and sink into the hug, holding him tightly. 

What did surprise Hoshi were the words that escaped the shorters mouth, something he had only dreamed of hearing from Woozi, "I love you Soonyoung..." he said in a soft tone, directly into Hoshi's ear, before letting go and taking one last look into Hoshi's eyes, both of them wishing this small moment could last forever. 

It didn't last forever though. Soon, Woozi turned his head to the gun's and let go of Hoshi, grabbing the one farthest from them, before walking to the opposite side of the taller, not daring to make eye contact with him, in fear that a tear might escape his eye. 

Without even the slightest exchange of words, Woozi lifted the gun and looked away from Hoshi, trying his best to steady his hand, he cocked it quickly, feeling a small tear trickle down his face as he pulled the trigger.

The moment lasted forever, the moment between Woozi pulling the trigger and the small click the gun made. It felt like an eternity to both Hoshi and Woozi, but both let out a breath of relief at the god like sound of the click insinuating there was no bullet there.