"What are you doing?! Shoot him! Your jeopardizing the mission!"

His in ear piece screamed at him. Jisung winced at the sharp sound, his hand shaking. He tightens his grip on his gun, pointing it at Minho's head. Minho..his lover, his boyfriend, his everything. Well...was. His breathing is shaky, he doesnt know if he can do it. Does he still love him? He didnt know anymore. Outside of the room they stood in, they heard screams and cries of desperation. The sound of fire cackling outside the room. Gunshots and agonizing screams. Yet all those sounds seem to drown away as they stood face to face.

Minho : "...." he watched Jisung's shaky hand, he slowly reaches up and gently grabs Jisung's wrist. He pulls his hand down, pointing the gun at his own heart. "..Go ahead.." he says softly, looking straight into Jisung's eyes. "..Its yours anyway.."