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Well this is awkward. XD
Hyung Soo and Yong Soo have always loved each other, but when they were separated, everything changed.
-Present Day-
Hyung cornered Yong had a gun pointed to his forehead. They were both breathing heavily. Hyung cocked the gun and started to hesitantly pull the trigger. Yong coughed up some blood. "Wh-why don't you shoot already?" Yong barely managed to gasp. Hyung stared at his brother. And then he pointed the gun to his temple. "H-Hyung! What are you doing?!" Yong lunged for the gun, trying to take out out of his brother's hand, and immediately dropped to the ground due to the severe wound in his abdomen. Hyung didn't have the strength to pull the trigger either. He slowly let go of the gun and sunk to the ground. The two brothers were in each other's embrace, just like how they slept when they were young.
Hyung was the first to gain consciousness. He stared at his brother, who was still like the dead. Hyung decided that he should finish the job he started. He kissed his brother's lips gently, and held the gun to Yong's head, and pulled the trigger.
Um... so.. Welcome to my depressing fanfiction. XD
Should I continue this? Please leave your thoughts! ^3^
~That One Closet Pervert