Jiu x Dreamcatcher
Apocalypse/fantasy au
Status - Finished (1 part) ✅
Warnings ~ angst, implications of violence & death, sacrifice
This imagine is based off of the R.o.S.E Blue mv.
With a quivering hand, the purple-haired leader pulled the trigger of her silver revolver without regret, six different times—each bullet retiring the life of a young woman she promised to love and protect for eternity.
The first woman was unable to meet her eyes, the long black bangs spilling down her forehead and stuffed creature clutched against her chest covered half of her face. She looked lonely in that massive concrete room full of TVs with nothing but static occupying their screens and the expression on her face was one of fear when she realized this was the moment she would finally meet her inevitable end.
The second woman was small but fierce in appearance with piercings and bold black leather clothing that seemed to compliment her attitude. In one final fight for her life, she violently resisted against the chains tied around her arms, staring into the woman's eyes defiantly, as if taunting 'shoot me! I dare you!'
A third sat on her endless mounds of wealth like a greedy dragon, too uninterested in anything to even bother looking up at the judge dictating her end. Her eyes remained fixated on the coins slipping through her fingers like tiny, insignificant grains of sand, indifferent about where her life went from there.
The fourth was seated in the middle of an abandoned classroom, nothing about her appearance giving any indication of power besides the firm gaze she cast upwards to the woman she once trusted. Her eyes gave away the sting of betrayal she felt, yet she never once tried to prevent her end; instead accepting that her fate could not be changed.
A fifth woman stood with her back to her leader, hand grasping the silver and velvet throne that belonged to her while she took one last look at the kingdom she'd leave behind. Her head of royal blue hair shook in disbelief at what she knew was soon to follow.
The final woman scooted to the edge of her dirty armchair sat in the middle of a desolate wasteland and outstretched a hand towards the leader's extended weapon. A smile enveloped her features as she stared up into her murder's eyes, welcoming the escape that death would bring her.
Mere moments ago, all six women stood alone in their separate worlds as they had for decades before and likely would for years to come—had the violet-headed woman not appeared. They were trapped, existing in a nightmare and a dream simultaneously; their greatest fears and deepest desires were given to them and stripped from them in a never-ending cycle of torture and pleasure that slowly drove them to the brink of insanity.
Their leader held the key: the revolver that intentionally housed only six shots. Before now, she also lived within her own dream, allowed to exist peacefully with glamorous versions of the women she loved. Until one day she was given the knowledge that her loves had been confined to their own nightmares all this time.
Now, the choice was hers:
Remain in her paradise where she was sure to be happy spending eternity with the only people she ever needed... or rescue the real versions of the women she loved, sacrificing herself in exchange for the promise of their eternal happiness.
The choice was simple: those six bullets saved the six women she cared for most.
So, although her hand may have shaken with the apprehensive anticipation of her own doom, her finger pulled that trigger without a single ounce of regret in her mind, forever knowing she fulfilled her promise to love and protect them for eternity, even in death.
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The scenes I described:
(And ofc Handong's was made up)