Kangjin was breathing heavily as he pressed his hand to his thigh.. Sharp intakes of air made his throat burn, as well as the acrid scent of gun powder.. Blood seeped through his black jeans, staining the concrete beneath him.. He glanced up as he heard labored breathing not that far away.. His vision fixed on you, crouched behind a car while people shot at you... You looked up, and spotted him.. An idea flashed through your mind and you snuck over. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
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