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It had probably been hours since Seokjin began staring intently at the paper before him. He didn't know if his brain was fooling him or if his eyes are playing tricks with him. The situation was too preposterous that he would even consider believing that it was all a dream. Yet when he slapped his own cheek (and regretted it afterwards), he could only laugh at it.
He weaved his fingers through his once blonde hair that was now tinted with a shade of grey when his lips let out a frustrated sigh.
How can it be?
Out of all the things he studied in school, not once did he ever hear any of the teachers talking about resurrecting the dead to life. These things only happened in books and movies. It was all too surreal for him to comprehend.
Maybe I should ask for your autograph one day
-C
He met a lot of people on his life whose name starts with 'C' but among all of them, he had no idea why he could only think of one person.
His silent moment ended when his phone rang, making him jump slightly where he was seated at.
Seokjin grumbled to himself and picked up the call without even checking the caller ID. At the greeting of a deep voice, he already knew who it was. Namjoon's panic was obvious from his voice but Seokjin did not bother to address it, too engrossed by the possibility that a dead person might not be so dead at all.
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FanficCover Graphics by: @_jinniecutie "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."...