jukgetda tto eogimeopsi (it’s killing me, once again)
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Bang!
BANG! BANG!
"Just a few years without practice and one grows rusty." The source of the voice sighed. "This sure is disappointing."
Kim Taehyung blinked his bleary eyes as jarring artificial light spilled past his lids. His head felt like a 50 kilogram rice pack weighing down on his neck and his torso felt torn apart. He was leaned against a wall- unbounded, oddly- still in his hoodie and jeans, his daggers and pistol taken from him, unsurprisingly. He let his eyes rake over his surroundings. Bullseye targets lined the walls of the long room and an assortment of brashly designed handguns and rifles were caged in an open locker a far-throw distance from himself.
"Don't you agree?"
The boy's attention reverted to the lone blonde girl standing in the middle of the room, reloading her pistol.
"Kim Soyeon," Taehyung internally cringed at how raspy and raw his voice sounded. "You didn't die. Awful."
The girl grinned, "I know right."
"Let my mother go, she played no part in this," he said tiredly, "Let her go and we'll talk."
Soyeon arched a brow, "We'll talk whether or not i release your mother. If you haven't realised, you're in no position to call any shots." She raised her pistol straight to the bullseye target by her side and fired, her eyes never leaving the boy's throughout the whole process.
"Release my mother and then we'll talk," Taehyung insisted, his voice growing firmer.
"No."
"Release my mother!" the boy shouted, his body shaking in anger. "Please. I'll do anything." All the rage seemed to have left his body instantaneously, leaving him sounding vulnerable and weak.
Both of the girl's brows went up. "Well, that was much faster than i expected," she mused. "The guts of you to even dream about being a Clan heir when you can't even withstand this little of a pressure."
"So this is all it is about?" the boy almost laughed. "Because of a role you supposedly 'don't-even-want'? Look at yourself being so pathetic."
Soyeon hummed in agreement, making Taehyubg feel both smug and terrified at the same time. "You just ignited a sudden passion in me to protect my title. Thanks, mate."
"Since you're so grateful, release my mother, dammit," he snapped.
"That can be arranged," the girl shrugged, "But first-" She paused. The way she walked towards him reminded him of a panther stalking a prey. Her motion was slow, but purposeful. "Shoot a bullseye." She offered the pistol in her hand towards him.
Thoughts ran like wildfire in his mind. He could just take the gun and kill her.... The look in her eyes challenged him to do so. To pick the gun and rest the barrel on her forehead. To test her.
