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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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"Get up," though hoarse and shadowed by the thundering rain, Kim Seongjun's voice still boomed over the gymnasium's empty area.
His hands were shaking, throat thirsting for water due to the relentless training he had just gone through. Sweat soaked his thin shirt which clung to his small body, still inappropriate for hardcore sparring.
At the age of ten, Seokjin was ruthlessly introduced to the cruel world. Violence, blood, dirt and death was something embedded deep into his mind.
Holding a gun was something trivial. Twisting a knife before accurately sending it to wooden dummy's head was as easy as ABC.
Unlike other kids who studied at schools learning Mathematics, English, Arts, Science and the likes, he was never granted the opportunity to ever attend a class with other children of his age.
Seokjin only spent his days being tutored by different suited men and women, still locked inside his not-so-exciting room. Then in the weekends, if he was lucky, his father would take him out into the woods only to give him a surprise training.
Life was never easy for him. He thought that at that age, kids also experienced the same circumstances that he did. Bloodied hands, calloused fingers, wounded knees and all the pain had to be endured by his frail body.
"Get up, Seokjin. I did not raise you to be this weak," he really wished his mother was here. He really wished she did not have to disappear when he was young.
His father always claimed that she was now at a much better place, watching over them and always guiding them. But no matter how Seongjun displays his happiness, Seokjin would never forget the nights when his dad would get completely wasted, crying inside his own room with a picture clutched tightly with his hand.
