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Seokjin could feel himself slipping...
His pure solace was the nails that dug themselves deep in his palms, the only essence of him being alive.. aware.
He took a deep breath trying to find an anchor which could possibly distract him but failed when all he grabbed was thin air.

He was dying... Or maybe he's being dramatic about this...

But He wouldn't mind seeing those dimples flash at him one last time before he-

(I'm so bad with summaries that I used to skip those and write the or options in school.. so don't really expect anything less than dramatic when this goes on.)

[Cross Posted on AO3 under the same username ^_^]

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