?Maybe I Don't Hate You | Yeongyu/Beomjun?

Yeonjun's POV | 43

He dropped his gun and lunged at me, causing mine to fly outta my hand.

"I'll make you pay for everything you bastard! I'll make you pay!" He punched me on the side of my face, and right before he could hit me again, I swung at his face and kicked him in the groin.

"ACK!"

"Jongho, listen to me man. There are other ways to prove yourself, you know that, right?"

"But none are as fun as this." He said in a deep tone as he pulled a knife from his pocket.

"A DAGGER? SERIOUSLY?! You have a backup weapon too?! And why is the bitch so long?!" I shouted. "You're fucking crazy! You have NO good reason to kill me!"

"Oh shut up!" He screamed at me.

I picked my gun up off the ground and held it tight in my hand as I got ready to defend myself.

He swung,

And missed.

Swung again, with his dagger this time.

"You— AGH! PLEASE!"

HE WENT FOR MY THROAT?? He slit it a bit, not enough to make a fuss out of it though. Not yet.

By this time, the rain was pouring heavier, and it was getting harder to fight.

"I'll kill you!" I roared again, and this time, my voice echoed throughout the area. Oops.

"You sinful little bastard! You!"

"GAH!" I immediately fell to the ground in so much pain, unable to move my leg or even see properly because I was losing so much blood. "Shit~" I hissed. "Jongho?!"

He had swung, but tripped, causing him to create a gash in my thigh instead of my throat.

Mygunmygunmygunwhereismygun

He'll kill me.

He's gonna kill me.

Hahah, is this how I die? I'm weak.

I felt around a little more, and was hella relieved to feel my pistol lying right next to me on the ground. "Ah! There she is..." I whispered. My vision was weird... and blurred... I felt motion sick. But I could see well enough to see where he was.

He got closer to me and started pulling my hair.

"J-Jongho..."

In a swift move, I held his armed wrist down to the ground and brought my pistol up to the side of his head.

"Any last words?" I asked with a smirk, as I was literally about to pass out. It made me cringe, but I felt kinda good saying it. The pain was so excruciating that I couldn't feel it, but it made me dizzy.

"Let me go!" He shouted. "PLEASE!"

"Good enough."

I pulled the trigger and the air completely shattered at the crack of the gun. The force pushed me back onto the ground behind me, but I couldn't garner the strength to pull myself  back up.

The sound,

The sounds of his head exploding,

My ears are ringing...

The feeling,

The feeling of his blood and brain spattering onto me...

The silence,

The silence after the crack,

No more commotion, or screaming and whatnot...

It's like... nostalgia. A type of nostalgia I didn't EVER want to experience again. What will Beomgyu think of me now? He doesn't know that I shot my dad, and he doesn't know that I killed my cousin too. He's gonna fear me. He's gonna grow so fearful of me. He'll leave me... He'll think I'm a murderer. I shouldn't have done it. I shouldn't have. I'm a murderer. Beomgyu's in love with a murderer. He's dating Choi Yeonjun. He can't. He— what will he think? My love... the love of my life, he won't ever want to look at me in the eyes again.

I sobbed.

And sobbed.

And sobbed.

I don't want him to be afraid of me. I won't ever hurt him. I'll never hurt him.

I'm losing a shit ton of blood and my vision is worsening.

Is this how I die?

I don't hear any sirens. I don't hear anyone. Someone please help... it's cold, it's wet, it's late, it's dark, I can't see, I have a deep ass, 9 inch-ish long gash in my right thigh... I'm bleeding...

"Beomgyu, please don't leave me... I don't wanna die..." I murmured to myself.