"It'll be okay. Just pull the trigger."
Chanyeol is crying. Fuck, he’s always crying.
His vision blurs right in front of him, and he has to run a blood-stained hand over his face to get rid of the tears.
It was their wedding day.
The moment they both exchanged their vows, something inside Chanyeol went off, and the manhunt immediately began. He thought it was over. He thought this was the life where they get to spend forever in.
Chanyeol had screamed then, startling all their guests, before he kisses the other deeply. When he pulled away, he looked down at the other, angry and frustrated. “I’m going to fucking kill you.”
And that got him confused states, before they seemed to realize Chanyeol’s real intentions. Family members all went around, pulling at the male to prevent him from killing the groom, but it was futile. Chanyeol had to kill Sungwoo.
Now, all around them are screams, bloody bodies, barely breathing guests. He can hear the police sirens nearing. Chanyeol is straddling Sungwoo’s waist, a gun pressed to the other’s temple.
“I love you,” he says, already sniffling. Sungwoo looks beautiful. Chanyeol doesn’t hesitate this time, pulling the trigger, closing his eyes tight as he’s startled by the blast of the gun. He doesn’t open his eyes, raising the gun to his own temple, and releasing a shuddering sob before pulling the trigger once more.
