The stinging pain.
The state of turmoil.
The pleasure.
They were lunatics.
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The slight smell of gunpowder lingered as the 7 people kept running towards an unknown destination, but for sure, it was safer than being in their 'now-burnt-home'.
The environment was heavy. It was dark. It was suffocating.
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The beep sound was now inaudible. But what awaited was terrifying.
*Boom*
There went an explosion as soon as the beeps went inaudible.
Taehyung was the first one to react. He pushed everyone outside the house immediately as he felt a tearing pressure.
However, when they got out, Seokjin was not able to function. He couldn't move since the shock was devastating. But there was no time to stay still, atleast if you wanted to survive in this havoc, there was none. Taehyung rushed over to Seokjin, picked him up, and continued running. They didn't know where they were going but they knew they couldn't stay here.
After a while of running, they stopped somewhere, in the middle of
the darkness in an uptown alleyway.
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But someone was already there to welcome them with knives and guns.
That someone was the one who wanted- no needed Seokjin.
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Sorry for the long wait and also for such a short yet crappy chapter. I'll try to update often now.
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tired
Fanfiction"I am tired...I can't.....anymore" - Kim Seokjin Jin who is the eldest in BTS has been criticised and judged because they think he is not talented enough. All the hates sent to him is something he can't control. So, he decided to give up on his life...
