He looked like he wanted to say something to you but he held back.
You wondered if he was forced to play.
Despite being beaten, he somehow managed to look amazing.
Seoyeon had covered all the bruises with makeup.
You quietly sat at the table.
Men cheered for you and you felt sick.
"And now, our beautiful girl, Chanri, will mix the guns." the man at the microphone announced.
You loaded one gun and mixed them up behind your back.
Even you didnt know which was which.
You placed one gun in front of the man you hadnt seen and one infront of taehyung.
Both men were sweating bullets ad they pressed the cool metal of the guns to their foreheads.
You saw taehyung glance at you and gulp.
"in three, two, one!"
The gunshot caused you to flinch as blood splattered on you.
You looked at Taehyung as he fell out of his chair.
You felt sick.
Darkness.
