At Half Past 10 | JinMin

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POV: 3rd Person
"Hm, your old bitch is dead, honey. There's no use crying about it, because that's what she chose. She chose to die and keep you alive. Honestly, it was a bit of a selfish choice, but whatever floats her boat or whatever," Namjoon cackled like an evil witch. "Do you wanna join her?"

Her eyes flicked towards the dead corpse and then back to Namjoon. There was only silence, she had nothing to say to him.

"Honey, I haven't got all day, you know," he huffed, playing around with his trigger. "If I aim this at you and pull this little trigger over here, you're gonna be dead in an instant, honey. Make up your mind before I make it up for you!"

Again, she just kept quiet.

"Please... don't start this bullshit with me again... I will not hesitate to pull this trigger on you, like seriously... you're just another one of them."

"Do what you want, mister," she simply scoffed. "Either way, I can't live anymore, can I?" her voice trembled slightly, but stayed stable.

"Don't try to be all smart with me, honey. All of this philosophical shit about being dead already isn't anything that should be put to your concern, you pathetic girl."

"I don't know what you're talking about at all, mister."

"Hmm, yeah, sure." he rolled his eyes. "You're just like her. "

"Who?"

"Hyerin. That bastard, always sucking up to Seokjin but not to me. Mummy, mummy, mummy, she'd say. No daddy or anything. I didn't really give a fuck about her anyway. In the end, she became even worse than Seokjin."

"Mr. Kim is not a bad person, mister. Rinnie isn't either," she hissed through her gritted teeth. "Don't you dare say anything bad about either of them!" she snarled viciously, as if she was some sort of wild canine.

"Would you seriously rather be in eternal pain for the rest of your goddamn life, or just end it here, now, and quickly?" he narrowed his eyes. "And don't try to dodge the question. It's one or the other."

"I-"

"Deal or no deal?" he interrupted. "It's either a peaceful, easy death or a painful life. It's your choice, honey. I'm giving you ten, nine-"

"Don't make me choose

"Eight...seven, hurry up, make up your mind...six..." he gently rested his finger on the trigger and aimed it towards the shaking girl. "Five... gotta act fast, honey."

"There's no point in me choos-"

"Four....three...two... last chance, honey. Death or life? Which one is it gonna be?"

She paused and glanced at the crimson red, oozing blood staining the floor.

"One. So, which one?" he asked.

"Death, please." she stifled a cry.

"Well, then. Goodbye, honey!"

BANG!

"Dead in an instant." he snickered.