ten thousand hours ; jjk

what happens when you live in a world with limited amount of time before you die?

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the mysterious male turns around, his gaze was sharper than ever. the mask had slipped down his nose, exposing the bridge. his eyes could cut through a bar of frozen butter with a slice. the white sparkles that had reflected in his eyes were gone, leaving the dark, black sky.

however, i refused to allow that to affect me, glaring back at him with the same, intensified gaze. he doesn't back down. the male pulls his mask up to conceal his nose bridge, the movements behind his mask telling me that he was about to speak.

"jeon."