doe eyes, waiting while you take aim | jeno x reader x haechan

They say a deer dies twice: once from terror when it feels the crosshairs, and once when the bullet strikes.

You are the rare doe in the undergrowth, and they are the shadows with the red-dot sights. Jeno seeks to preserve your perfection; Donghyuk craves to taste your trembling. Together, they weave a labyrinth of false security and ritualized tenderness, until you forget that the hand that feeds you is the very same one that holds the rifle.