part sixty eight

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HG: an unlikely alliance (team suho)

[(Anonymous)]

a continuation of the two fics before! the ystery person has yet to be revealed though but \o/

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an unlikely alliance (team suho)

[(Anonymous)]

cocking his pistol, joonmyun took a deep breath. this was for the good of the other person, and for his own good. toting around a sick and injured person, joonmyun couldn't do it. he didn't have time to make sure that the person could heal properly and that they would be safe. hell, he didn't even know if the tan skinned male would keep his promise. what if joonmyun even managed to take care of the male and heal him, and he just turned around and killed joonmyun? where would be the justice in that? where would be the fairness in that? there would be none and joonmyun would be ridiculed. the fool from district 1 who was tricked by someone from district 4 into taking care of tim, curing them, and then being killed by them. he couldn't bring that shame upon his family. upon his district.

taking a deep breath, joonmyun looked down and noticed that his hand was shaking. why was he so distressed over killing this person? he had killed a few people before, but now…now he was having a hard time killing someone. dropping his hand, joonmyun let out a choked sob. he couldn't do it. he couldn't kill someone who was injured like this. joonmyun couldn't kill him, this stranger, and he hated it. he felt pathetic. he felt weak.

his parents had trained him for this his entire life. he had had been molded into the perfect person. he could play golf, he could speak three different languages fluently, he could cook, he could assemble and disassemble a gun, shotgun, and riffle in about five minutes. but he couldn't kill this person. this unconscious person, who had their hands tied behind their back and was injured. dropping his gun, joonmyun wiped his face of the tears.

he was always useless. all of the things that he had been trained for—prepared for—he was fucking useless because he couldn't kill this person. reaching forward, he undid their hands, before taking the salve that he had.

leaning forward, he tugged the male's shirt off of his body, wincing a bit as he saw the cut that graced his body. it wasn't too deep, joonmyun noted, but it was enough that it would take a few days to heal. opening the salve, he began to rub it on the cut, watching as the male flinched.

"i'm sorry…" he mumbled, even though the other couldn't hear him. it was just a natural reaction of one's body. that the other didn't really need his apology. whatever, joonmyun was probably going to die anyway. this person was probably kill him when he was healed.

he was just going to have to accept that fact.

moving back from the other's body, joonmyun backed into something that wasn't there before—a person's legs. another person. the male could only swear as he felt the cool metal of a gun press against the back of his head. where the fuck was his gun? why had he dropped it to fucking rub salve on this stranger's body.

swallowing deeply, joonmyun closed his eyes when he heard a gun fire. he wasn't dead though. opening his eyes, joonmyun blinked back tears as he registered that he wasn't dead. he wasn't dead, but the person who was going to shoot him was. turning his head, he looked back at the person, a bullet through his head.

looking back at the unconscious male across from him—no longer unconscious, he swallowed deeply. there they were, sitting up, holding 9mm grand power k100 in his hand. now that he had killed the intruder, joonmyun was next. he knew it. the is what he got for trusting a stranger.

closing his eyes, he swallowed deeply once more as he waited for the gun to go off. for him to be killed and for the stranger to run off to with joonmyun's supplies, weapons, and food. it never came though.

instead, he hears the sound of metal clicking against the floor. and then the sound of a body hitting back against the floor of the basement. followed by another groan.

"alright…i'm going back to sleep." the boy said. joonmyun didn't have a chance to respond, because soon the male was breathing softly. in a sleep once more.

joonmyun stared at the other, hesitantly, waiting for him to wake up and say that it was a joke and that he was actually going to kill him. when five minutes passed, and nothing happened, joonmyun figured that maybe this person was telling the truth. that if joonmyun helped him survive, than he would help joonmyun survive. eyeing the body for a moment, joonmyun moved closer, grabbing his pistol from him. he moved again, taking the pistol off of the dead body, before moving to grab his machete.

they were going to be staying here a bit longer than joonmyun intended—at least until he was healed. while he rested, joonmyun needed to get supplies—stock up and make sure that they were going to be safe here in the building. he had formed somewhat of an alliance with a male who's name that he didn't even know.