TARGET || HEEJAKE

The temperature was dropping and it was getting really windy, but Heeseung didn't stop sweating, terrified of what was held to his back. But Jake was just as messed up as Heeseung. He couldn't think of a way to sort this out without pulling the trigger to the gun he has been holding to Heeseung.

The gun didn't touch him, the fabric of Heeseung's hoodie brushing against the nozzle. Heeseung could definitely tell, if not feel, that it was a gun. And that would be Jake's nightmare.

Jake needed to calm down, yet it felt like the hardest thing to accomplish right now. He needed to make Heeseung feel normal. His heartbeat must be over 90 right now. Poor boy. But Jake needed to make Heeseung believe that this was fake. Yes. He could make it seem fake.

He needed to act.

He needed to portray this like a trick. A friendly one.

Heeseung shouldn't be suspicious. Or he's done.

That's what he was gonna do. Act. Act as if nothing happened. Act as if it was a mere friendly prank. Yes, that's what he was gonna do.

He pulled the gun back and put it into his pants, replacing it with two of his fingers. He let out a silent, shaky breath. He could hear Heeseung panting, then slowing down, then panting again. He was scared. Good, finally a sign of someone who's anxious without a reason to be, and he could only feel nervous because he was the culprit. Oh shit, Jake. No.

He was scared, he must have been. He's alone in a dark, unknown place with a lesser crowd with a practical stranger who's probably holding a gun to him, trying to kill him. That's why he's nervous. It's excessively normal.

He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a break from his mind trying to justify and unjustify everything. All he should be doing now is making an act out of it.

Heeseung's tempo didn't change. Fast, slow, fast. Perfect. He was anxious, he would believe a lot more because he's stressed. He wouldn't make good use of his mind in this condition and that was to Jake's advantage. 

Jake pushed his fingers pointed into Heeseung's back, his index and middle fingers, further into the fabric, now touching his back across the cloth. He pushed his fingers in a jolt, almost wasting no time. Jake prayed for this to work. 

Heeseung let out a shriek which was still caught up in the back of his throat, and it never came out fully. What Heeseung waited for was the bullet to pierce him, but instead, there was no bullet. He waited, to make sure of the fact that he wasn't dead, and Jake waited for his reaction.

Jake removed his hand from the other's back and placed both his hands on Heeseing's shoulders. Heeseung twitched under the palm of his hands.

"Did I scare you, Heeseung?"

Heeseung felt butterflies at the mention of his name. But at the same time, Jake's voice sounded aloof and distant, and petrifying. He was stone stiff under his touch, which felt cold and unsafe.

"Y-yeah..." Heeseung's voice trailed off somewhere inside his stomach.

Jake's hands softly squeezed the shoulders underneath them, as if it was an underlying warning. The next time would be the last. And his hands left the spot letting the cold air hit, but somehow it didn't feel cold, because Jake's hands were colder. His aura was different. Cool and dark.

Jake laughed. His laugh echoed inside Heeseung, in a bad way. Heeseung gulped, wishing it would take the anxiety with it. But it didn't.

Jake moved away from the swing and in front of Heeseung. He smiled as if it was an act. It was, according to Jake, because that's what he wanted Heeseung to think of it. But, Heeseung was stiff. He didn't want to use his mind, run his thoughts in chains. Because it is scary what the mind tells you, even when you don't want to believe it.