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Hyung stared at his brother's still body. He sat there for hours, repenting at why he had shot his brother. Yong slowly sat up and cluchted his shoulder. He didn't have the voice to cry out to his brother, who was just sitting there, with his head bowed down, ignoring everything, as if he was in his own closed dimension. Yong tried tapping his brother's shoulder, but Hyung treated him like a speck of dust. Hyung reached for the gun he used to 'kill' Yong and pointed it to his own head. Yong used the arm that his brother didn't shoot, and punched him. "Sna- out o- -t!" Yong's voice was barely audible, and had no effect on Hyung. Hyung's words before he pulled trigger, were "Yong.. Forgive me." He said as he he shot himself.


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~That One Closet Pervert