8:52 (a drabble)
‘so this is the end…’ daehyun thought to himself, propped up against one of the pillars in this rundown warehouse. his eyes moved over the bodies strewn about, those of the authorities that had ambushed them, and those of his friends, his family, and just as his eyes began to close, there was movement. just across from him, jongup was stirring, throwing youngjae’s arm off of himself as if it were a nuisance, as if youngjae hadn’t died mourning him. daehyun’s hand moved before he registered what he was seeing, fingers twitching, arm reaching for the gun lying on the ground next to him. jongup stood, shook himself off, and sauntered over to where daehyun sat.
reaching him, jongup kicked daehyun’s propped up leg so it fell to the ground and daehyun could tell he was enjoying this. as jongup crouched down to eye level with daehyun, daehyun glanced at the gun in his own grip and slowly brought it up to point at jongup’s chest. jongup grabbed the gun and easily turned it around, aiming it towards daehyun’s neck, both their fingers on the trigger. their eyes met, daehyun’s own, filled with tears and a single question. ‘why?’ jongup’s lips formed a chilling smirk, reading daehyun well enough after all these years. jongup’s eyes though, were filled with….nothing. there wasn’t a reason, and daehyun wasn’t sure whether that hurt more or less.
the last thing daehyun saw before jongup pulled the trigger was jongup’s eyes, empty at the thought of having just gotten what was supposed to be his family killed.