He’s used to this. The sounds, the screams. The gunshots vertabrating through the air and disappearing in a cloud of smoke. The fear in the eyes of scattering crowds, the pain, the shouts and cries. He’s heard it all. He knows it by heart.
Calm and collected as always, gun in hand and fingers twisted to the shape of a fist, as he strolls
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You have no idea. I don't usually like Smut-only fics cause I like plot and story and dialog and just a fricken story in general.
LIKED THIS ONE THOUGH~! Short but it sucked me in.
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Absolutely the same here.
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Omg, I burst out laughing when you said 'at least he isn't some whiny bitch, crying and breaking mirrors' XD And i thought of the Haru Haru video and had a good laugh at the irony.
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Love how you describe the little things, the details, the unrevealed thoughts.
And he drives off into the night; Jiyong’s blood on his hands and tears in his eyes.
I can see this in my mind, its so poetic...
*sighs* fuck, why do I keep doing this to myself
Please, keep doing this to us.
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And damn you're good! You actually made me feel something!
Please keep writing XP
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