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9: Death-resistant

warnings: mentions of death, blood, expletives

summary: brett yang is just another innocent young man, minding his own business and trying to do his job to contribute to the country's economy.

no matter how many times he's been hit by a car, slipped on the train railway, fell down the stairs, somehow his body is just, death resistant.

speaking of death, brett has seen him. a couple of times.

aka grim reaper au

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As an average man who doesn't believe in luck, in God nor fate, it seems that they are on his side. Always.

The first time he encountered death was when he was hit by a car.

While he was trying to file for a temporary leave for work talking to his manager, he crossed the road without knowing that the signal was 'go', the only thing he noticed then was the loud honking of the vehicle and its flashing lights, he saw death appear in front of him, grinning ear to ear.

The sudden impact of the car hit his torso. Throwing his small body on the ground, his head hitting hard on the granite, everything felt too painful.

At first, he thought death would be a formless blob or the one with a skull face with a huge shining scythe, but no, when he saw death, he was a man. A man with oriental eyes, black hair and wears suave slacks and white button-up. With the sleeves cuffed to his middle arms exposing his toned physique.

"Hello, Mr. Brett Yang, I am death." Then he grinned happily, joyful to collect another mortal's innocent soul.

Why is death so handsome?--he laid at the floor, blood trickling down his forehead. He's dying, but at least death is hot.

His phone crashed on the road, but he can faintly hear his manager screaming to get his attention.

The driver stared in shock at Brett's lifeless body, then called the ambulance right away.

So his limped body probably made a staring contest at the man who calls himself death, he slowly approaches in front of Brett and covers his eyes.

"Sweet dreams . . . " and all he could remember was the deep voice of death ringing through his ears, accompanied with the sirens that rushed in the background.

When he woke up, he panicked. He wasn't supposed to live right?

"Why the fuck am I alive?" His torso felt tight, the car's impact was strong enough to kill a family of four, his body isn't that buff nor healthy so why is he still alive?

"I could ask you the same thing." Death magically appeared on his side of the hospital bed, he was angry. Angry that he is well and breathing.

"Are you death? You don't look like a grim reaper to me." He nonchalantly says while fiddling with his hospital gown.

"Well, what are you expecting? Satan? Red body, buffed and has horns?"

"No, I was expecting death to be a skull man with that huge knife thingy. But instead, they have you." Brett chuckled.

"The fuck is that supposed to mean!?"

"Dunno, whatever you want it to mean."

Death growled, "I can kill you, I can kill you right now. I can choke you to death or yank this fucking IV bullshit from you."