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Perhaps it was easier this way.
Jaeho would leave, never facing the consequences of his actions, and Hyunsoo, ever the fool wearing his heart on his sleeve, would die.
Jaeho would pull the trigger, and Hyunsoo's brain would splatter all over the dusty worn couch of the abandoned orphanage.
Jaeho would probably leave Hyunsoo's body here for Chun Insook to find. For her to wipe his records and dump his body in the Han river, or burn it with the rest of the bodies of the dead officers.
Remove this whole operation, years of his life, from existence.
It was easier this way.
But Han Jaeho never liked anything easy.
A step forward, a harsh pull at his suit jacket and Jaeho is crashing his mouth on Hyunsoo's, finger still on the trigger, muzzle hot at his temple.
This complicates things, just as Jaeho likes it.
But this. This, Hyunsoo's wanted for so long. His hyung, kissing him, holding him, breathing life into him.
Yet, he'd also wanted his mother to live.
So, Hyunsoo tongues into Jaeho's mouth, bites down and twists the gun free from his hand when he's distracted.
The whole thing is reversed, is wrong. Jaeho is on the wrong end of his gun.
His hyung is smiling. That's it, that's my boy.
Hyunsoo tightens his grip on the gun. Why are you proud?
He keeps pulling the trigger until the chamber empties.
Blood splatters on the couch.
It wasn't easier this way.