Russian roulette
Title: Russian roulette
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG-15
Pairing: Slight 2min. OT5 (main)
Summary: Five players. But only 4 lives.
None of them shifted their gazes away from the pistol placed in the middle of the round marbled table. The youngest boy lowered his head and stared at his own reflection. Digging his fingernails into the fabric of his black jacket, he heard a low and solemn voice; it sounded like something the he never wanted to hear.
“Let’s start.”
Taemin stood up and grabbed hold of the metallic object before anyone else.
“No. No, Minho Hyung. No. No.” He looked into the large and unfeeling eyes pleadingly as he grabbed hold of the older boy’s sleeve. No… Minho hyung.
Taemin always had it his way, especially with Minho. But this time, all he got as a reply was a devilish smile across that flawless face a few inches away.
“Taemin, you shall start first.”
“Key Hyung…” Under the four pairs of cold and watchful eyes, Taemin held the pistol with his trembling hand and pointed it towards his head. Closing his eyes weakly, Taemin pulled the trigger and whimpered in fear at the clicking sound whenever he applied more strength to his index finger. Collapsing onto his knees, he dropped the pistol on the table and pushed it away from him.
At that moment where he found himself unharmed, Taemin slivered his lips into a smirk and ruffled his hair.
What have I become? He wondered. How could he have such satisfaction when he knew someone has to be dead at the end of this stupid and meaningless game? Watching Jong Hyun as he reached out for the pistol, Taemin covered his ears and closed his eyes tightly.
He hated it-he hated it so much when he heard Jong Hyun’s snigger and saw that smirk that spread across his face. How cruel could Jong Hyun be when he made the same mistake in passing the pistol to Key?
But Taemin was constantly reminded of the moment where he felt as if he had cheated with death. That was the most intriguing moment Taemin felt in his life. Before he knew it, Key had pushed it towards Onew’s direction and stared at Taemin directly into his eyes.
“It feels great, isn’t it?”
Taemin stared at Key in disbelief and buried his head in his folded arms.
“NO. NO!” Then his heart stirred. Lifting his head up, he observed the four faces around him. Parting his lips subconsciously, Taemin curled the sides of his lips up and said,
“Yes.”
Yes, it was-until the moment he realized that the pistol was in Minho’s hand.
“Minho Hyung…”
Taemin shot up from his seat and grabbed hold of his Hyung’s wrist.
“Hyung….” He watched as Minho started to pull the trigger, “You know you’re going to die, don’t you?”
“This is the whole purpose of the game, Taemin. Someone doesn’t leave the table.”
“Why the hell are we even playing this game?” Taemin burst into tears and before he knew it, the deafening sound shuddered across the pin-drop silence.
BANG
That was the moment when his heart came to a stop-tears rolled down his cheeks uncontrollably as Minho Hyung fell off the chair into his frail arms. Pressing the older boy’s head against his chest, Taemin could feel the incarnadine liquid soaking into through the fabric and staining against his skin.
He closed his eyes and screamed in fear.
A/N: it was supposed to be an AWESOME plot (in my head) but it turned out as a drabble instead of a one-shot. Arghh… disappointment :\
It’s out of the norm because I would usually write fluffs or at least something positive especially when they have their comebacks. But I’masadisticpersonandthisisallthatiwriterightnow.
I PROMISE YOU GUYS MINHO’S NOT GONNA DIE ANYMORE IN THE NEXT ONE I WRITE. I PROMISE!!