In the dimly lit room, the atmosphere was thick with tension as Taehyung and Jungkook sat facing each other, a single revolver lying between them on the wooden table.
“Why are we doing this, hyung?“ Jungkook whispered, his voice trembling slightly.
Taehyung\“s gaze remained steady, his eyes holding a mixture of pain and determination. “Because we need to know, Kook. We need to know if what we have is worth dying for.“
The Russian roulette game had become their metaphor for their complicated relationship - each spin of the chamber representing another chance, another risk, another moment where everything could end.
“I\“ll go first,“ Taehyung said, picking up the weapon with steady hands. He spun the chamber, the clicking sound echoing in the silent room.
Jungkook held his breath as Taehyung pressed the barrel against his own temple. The click was empty, and they both exhaled in relief.
“Your turn,“ Taehyung said, sliding the gun across the table.
Jungkook\“s hands shook as he took the weapon. “I love you, Tae. No matter what happens.“
The gun clicked again - another empty chamber. Tears streamed down both their faces as they realized they had survived another round, their love still intact, still worth fighting for. |
