One Bullet Through
"You ever play Russian roulette." Sehun asks, withholding the timbre of a question mark. Then he plants the muzzle of the firearm right in Luhan's damp forehead, just as expressionless. The freezing metal chills Luhan's blood, his heart tightens, his chest strains. Sehun spins the cylinder of the revolver, then cocks...