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The man who died twice | NamJin

The man who died twice.

Namjoon x Seokjin

Genre: zombie au, angst

[Based on a manga I have readed online 🙌]

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A man dead in the night alley of Seoul, came back to life with one last purpose.

Namjoon grunts, his hand twitching as he slowly opens his eyes. The lamp post of the alley was the first thing he saw that had blinded his eyes, he shuts them once again to adjust himself from its brightness.

His entire body hurts. He felt clogged and as if he was being burned alive in the inside. Namjoon moves himself to the side, as he was first laying on his stomach akwardly.

"I'm.. Alive?" Namjoon thought to himself, putting a hand on the large wound on his stomach. The blood seemed to stop its bleeding, thus it had dried on his black polo.

Namjoon knew something was off. He knew he was supposed to be dead, but why is he alive? Was it a miracle?

He moves his hand up to his left chest, to where his heart was. He waited for a thump, but there was nothing.

He has no heartbeat anymore.

He stands up carefully, thanking the cardigan coat silently as it was helping him cover the blood. Namjoon loves to wear dark clothes, and for sure it helped him disguise again.

"What are you doing here?" As soon as the door opens, Namjoon was greeted by an upset Seokjin. The male had his arms crossed infront of his chest, his eyes peircing towards Namjoon who had been standing silently.

"Not giving me a call for weeks and not even replying on my text," Seokjin grumbles- he was clearly worried, as to what Namjoon had observed.

"Now you're here in the middle of the night, disturbing my beauty rest. Well done, Kim Namjoon." He sarcastically says before stepping aside, a gesture to welcome Namjoon inside of his home.

Namjoon looks around. He had missed this place. For a few days of not communicating with the elder, it was just because he was preparing for his confession.

But when he was finally ready, he was murdered by a gang just because of him resisting from being a victim of stealing.

"Anyways why are you even here this late?" Seokjin says as he closed the door and locking it, planning on sleeping right after knowing Namjoon's reason on coming over.

Namjoon stays silent, standing behind Seokjin who was seated casually on the soft sofa whose back was facing him.

"Seokjin." Namjoon finally speaks out, with Seokjin humming as he turns a bit so he can face Namjoon correctly.

"What? Not even a hyung after? Wow," Seokjin chuckles sassily, looking at Namjoon questionably as he waits for his answer.

"I love you." Namjoon says sincerely, with Seokjin widening his eyes a little. "W-what?" He stutters, assuming he have not heard him correctly but he had heard him clearly.

Namjoon smiles a little, his dimples appearing on each sides of his lips as he watched him leave towards the bathroom.

'Hyung never changed.' Namjoon thought with a smile, walking closer to the sofa but had halted when he suddenly felt uneasy.

His breathing became ragged, body burning again as his eyes were lidded. "Am I dying.. Again?" Namjoon thought to himself as he knelt to the ground, clutching at the sofa's armrest tight as he pulls himself up.

He quickly sat down to the sofa, sinking into it as he leans back. "It's.. Hard.. To breathe.." Namjoon grunts in pain, finally closing his eyes to be greeted by the permanent pitch black darkness.

"Aish, Kim Namjoon." Seokjin exits the bathroom, his cheeks tinted light pink as he was still blushing from Namjoon's words.

"You always make me so confused." He mumbles upset, sitting beside Namjoon who was seated down quietly, head lowered a little as his hair covered a little of his face.

"Not even knowing what my feelings toward you is." Seokjin semi-rants, looking at Namjoon while pouting. "Hey, you asleep?" He asks rather loudly, but Namjoon wasn't replying.

Seokjin lets out a huff, shaking his head as he stares at the blank TV infront of them.

"You better wake up and talk to me tomorrow.." He mumbles to Namjoon, wanting to hear his confession once again as he was planning to return the feelings, aswell.

-End-