StaysBlossom
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The words seemed to barely reach him, a far shout, a numb cry. With the strength he could muster, his hand reached down to a strange feeling in his abdomen. His hand reaching the place, he felt a oddly warm and thick feeling now on his hand.
Pulling his hand up to his confused vision, his hand was coated in red, it ran down his fingers and dripped on his clothing.
He'd been shot.
(Hyunjin-Centric)
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