"You following me for a reason or just hoping I'll shoot you and save you from dying of boredom?" Heeseung stepped closer - a fraction too close - his gaze sharp, unreadable. "You're not going to shoot me," he said, voice lower now. "You had your chance." There are all sorts of guns. Pistols, snipers, rifles, it doesn't matter. Because once you're holding one of those, you realize that you're not just holding a piece of metal. You're holding power in your hand. The power to end lives or to save them, the power to be feared or to be respected. Yet in Jang Yerin's eyes, the sleek devices have only one purpose. To kill. HIGHEST RANKING: 4TH IN ENHYPEN, 5TH IN NI-KI, 7TH IN ENGENE

❝You're infuriating, you know that? But damn if the rebellion isn't seductive.❞

𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓. 𝑵𝒐 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒂. 𝑵𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔. 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒕 *𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑬𝒗𝒂𝒏*, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒚, 𝒋𝒂𝒘 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒖𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒃 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇-𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒅... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝑨 𝒔𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒎 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉. 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎. 𝒁𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑯𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒏𝒂𝒑𝒔. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒑... 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚. 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.

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