I thought I was going to die with the slightest bit of dignity. But nope, instead I'm stuck listening to two bafoons argue over who gets to put a bullet through my head.

"Could one of you just finish me off already? I don't think you have all day for this," I say. 

"Wait a minute, did you just ask us to kill you?" Taehyung says as the barrel of his gun is placed against my left temple. I let out a sigh of displeasure, pushing his arm away. His jaw drops. Jimin's gun remains placed on the other side.

"You're acting like a bunch of children, fighting over who gets to shoot me out of all things. If you're going to pull the trigger and finally end this all, then just ing do it."