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Hansol should have been dead. He knew what happened back then was not a dream. So why the fuck is he alive? Laying on his bed, clean and dandy?

Oh, right. Apparently, there's also a funny looking guy sitting on a chair just beside him, studying him. "Gising ka na?"

He immediately sat up, eyes wide from surprise, horror and basically just shock. He was still disoriented but he still managed to ask this guy. "Who are you?"

The guy beamed. "Ako si Seungkwan. Isa akong reaper, pero hindi na ngayon dahil niligtas kita." This guy still continued to watch him with nothing in his eyes but plain curiosity. "Instead of taking your soul, I revived you."

"What? What crap are you talking about?"

The crazy stranger who had introduced himself as Seungkwan stood up, leaning over to meet his eyes. "Masyado kang maraming tanong. Long story short, dito na ko titira kasama mo."

He must be fucking dreaming.

"I'll be with you Chwe Hansol until the day you'll die again."

❖

FALLEN REAPER
starring verkwan.

genre: angst, humor, romance, shounen-ai.

note: this is written in both epistolary and narrative. this is my fourth attempt at writing a verkwan fic and i hope, as in seriously hope that it gets brought on until the end.

the whole reaper thing is inspired with the anime kuroshitsuji, how the shinigamis do their works and i just added some stuff for the plot. you'll understand it more the next chaps :)))))

warning: mention of suicide, depression, abuse. the theme of this book is dark so please, if you're not comfortable with it, don't proceed. read at your own risk.