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"I'm not going to say that I will take a bullet for you because that's too cliche," he said while gazing deeply in her eyes, "Instead, I'm going to put a bullet through the heads of anyone who attempts to kill you."...
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It was all fine and peaceful when Seokjin went up the stage. Everyone was looking up at him and he was just standing behind the podium where he set a couple of papers down.
Top agents were there and some past generals were also there. There were, of course, those ladies who were head over heels for him that the only thing missing was for their eyes to form hearts.
His father was also there and so was his grandfather. His friends were there— no.
They're not here?
Seokjin sighed, not too loud that the sound would be caught by the mic. He swore that they were there just minutes ago.
The man cleared his throat and greeted everyone albeit too shyly. He was a very confident man, yes. But Seokjin knew that he was not made to be in such a position. He knew that there were others who deserve it more. He knew himself that he did not want this. And it would be such a waste of time to spend all of his efforts and talent in being a general when he wanted something else in the first place.
"Mom! One day I will be a famous man that you'll see in the TV and you can boast about me to your friends!" the little Seokjin gushed. His eyes were like stars as they looked at the shining screen.
There was a wonder in those orbs long before. There was a certain warmth in his heart that taught him what he was doing may seem right but ending a person's life should not be a type of power he should use.
His hands were made to carry microphones and his voice was made to sing out lovely tunes, not to intimidate other criminals.
