Last Steps // Kim Seokjin

☽ 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩 ☾

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His eyes kept coming from my left to my right eye, his doe pearls slowly realizing our distance, yet he didn't pull away. "You know what I think?" His voice was so low and deep, almost unrecognizable. His tone enrobed my heart and tightened its pieces together, hurtfully but beautifully, he was trying to make me whole again.

I shook my head, eyes not daring to let go of his with fear of never seeing this expression again.

"I don't know much about love, as you said. But two damaged people trying to heal each other, that's what I'd call love."

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Genre : post-apocalyptic, adventure, fanfiction

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Started : 25.04.23
Finished : ~

TW : This story is rated mature due to the violence (contains NO smut!)