“You have only one shot, one chance, Youngjae.”

“I know, shut up.”

Youngjae held his gun firmly and aimed at the end of the target range.

He fired once, and it landed right in the middle of the chest.

He looked back over at Daehyun and smirked.

“Got it. What’s my reward?”

“Nothing, now get a move on. We have to get to the mission briefing.”

Youngjae pouted for a second, but he swiftly moved forward and stole a kiss from his reluctant boyfriend.

“Hey!”

A flash of pure disgust flashed across Daehyun’s face, but it passed so quickly, Youngjae brushed it off.

He grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the gathering room.

A tall and rigid commander stood in front of them.

“Agents 5656 and 5353, go with Zelo. He’s going to fill you in.”

They both gave him curt nods and headed off with the gangly boy.

Youngjae looked Zelo up and down.

“Aren’t you a little too young?”

Zelo’s eyes twinkled.

“You’re never too young to take down the tards that killed your parents.”

Daehyun smiled at him.

Zelo snapped into business mode.

“5656?”

Youngjae stepped up.

“Since you’re supposed to be more of the brains, you’ll be handling the security breaches and etc. Follow Himchan to get more information and gadgets.”

Youngjae walked off with Himchan, going to the far end of the corridor.

“5353?”

Daehyun gave a lazy twitch, letting him know that he was listening.

“You’ll be doing the grunt work, taking out the defenders. Go with Jongup, he’s our weapons expert.”

Another young boy stepped out.

He had a perky grin on his face and he led Daehyun down the hall.

He opened a door, revealing an arsenal of deadly weapons.

“Um... Here’s your standard gun. Maybe a knife, just in case? Yeah, better take that.”

Before Daehyun left the room to go on the mission, Jongup looked at him.

“You know what you have to do.”

Daehyun and Youngjae quickly infiltrated the building, taking out people right and left.

When everything looked like it was going to be an in-and-out mission, they were suddenly grabbed and tied up.

They were put in a dim room.

As their eyes adjusted, Youngjae noticed that Daehyun wasn’t tied up like he was; Daehyun was standing in front of him with a gun in his hand.

“D-Dae, what’s going on?”

Youngjae’s head was roughly pulled back and he gasped from the sharp pain.

Someone else, who he hadn’t seen before, held a large knife against his neck.

Daehyun gave him a look, telling him to back off.

Without saying a word, he unties Youngjae and hands him the gun.

“Shoot me.”

“I can’t.”

“Why can’t you, Jae?”

“Because I love you.”

“Shoot me, Youngjae. I’m giving you a way out.”

Youngjae’s normally steady shooting hand shakes as he tries to get the gun to rest comfortably in his hand.

He throws it to the ground.

“I-I can’t. I love you, Daehyun.”

Daehyun snatched up the gun quickly, smoothly moving it to press up against Youngjae’s head.

“Too bad I don’t feel the same way, Youngjae.”

Youngjae gaped for a moment.

“Wait, w-w-wait.”

“Sorry, Youngjae. I can’t do that.”

Daehyun smirked before he pulled the trigger.

“You only get one chance, you know?”