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- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ [𝐭𝐞𝐧] ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ [𝐭𝐞𝐧] ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ [𝐭𝐞𝐧] ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।

"pick up the pace!"

"run faster!"

"you'll be as good as dead if you run like this!"

those are the words chun-ho was throwing at us, watching as we ran back and forth at the field with multiple hurdles we need to complete. my legs felt like it was running through fire, giving me warning that it might stop working before we could even finish the training

the sweats were uncontrollably forming itself and drowning me with the feeling of uncomfortableness. the weigh of the gun is killing me by itself, adding the running part, crawling under the barb wire that was stabbing me everywhere, crawling again, punching the tire with the gun, and running back to the starting to point to start all over again until god knows when

"faster!" i heard him yelling again, won-bin watching us and helping whenever we looked like we needed one

i was pulled up by him after crawling under the wire, almost tripping when i started running again

"run if you wish to survive"

i went back to the starting point after a dozen time, running through the tire hurdle and back to the barb wire- which was the hurdle i despise most

i nearly tripped, again

but i successfully laid my back on the ground, crawling with my eyes on the sky as his words echoed through my mind

he's merciless

i could hear my classmates

they're either crying, screaming, mourning for the loss, or cursing loudly because of the hard training

i closed my eyes and dragged my weak body along the hurdle, my gun pointed up as i kept it close and finally reached the ending point. i sighed in relief upon not fainting or blacking out, struggling to get up when the sand brushed through my skin

i could feel it prickling on my skin as i felt myself getting dragged up by none other than chun-ho

"get running. run if you wish to live!" he pushed me forward, my legs almost giving up as i stood there feeling helpless. the wave of frustration got a hold of me again as i let myself release a tear i've been holding since forever

𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓― Duty After Schoolजहाँ कहानियाँ रहती हैं। अभी खोजें