Minho had fathomed many ways of meeting his creator. He could die by natural causes. He could die by accident. Hell, he could even die by his own hand.
However, being in Jae Hyun's mercies, there was a fourth way of dying. And it would be a slow, dragging, painful death, or a quick one, like he was about to get now. None of them was easy, but at least bullets would course through him much quicker, and he wouldn't be suffering in agony for much longer.
What a way to die.
The gun clicked, which made Minho flinch amid his ragged shaky breath. Yet, he didn't feel any pain, nor had he fallen to the ground yet. Even with the confusion, he didn't dare open his eyes to confirm. What he knew was he wasn't dead yet.
Seconds passed, and still nothing. Minho slowly fluttered his eyes open, still fearing to meet face-to-face with death.
