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myuareustillsleeping · 20 hours ago

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PLEASE RPELASE PLEASE PLEASE THE PART TWO OF WILL U STILL LOVE ME NO EUL AGAGHAHAHAHAHBHHHHJ IM GOJNG CRAZY

Maybe, maybe not

after you broke up with no-eul, you joined the games because of your addictions of alcohol, because of no-eul again.

warnings: angst, some fluff, blood and guns, mentions of dying, mentions of alcohol addiction, major character death.

lower case intended!

good luck guys.!

you sat on a bench at the train station, drinking a bottle of soju. deep in your thoughts, and maybe even desperately trying not to cry in public’s eye, you didn’t hear the footsteps of a gentleman in a neat suit with his hair nicely brushed holding an expensive briefcase. possibly having some goods in there. he sat down next to you and opened his briefcase grabbing two ddakji in red and blue out.

he asked,

“want to play a game?”

that one sentence captured your attention, you looked at him and saw the money in his briefcase.

“the rules are simple, if you win i’ll give you ₩100,000. but if you lose, you have to give me ₩100,000.”

after the last bit, you knew you had to shake your head and decline the offer. you don’t even have the money.

“hmm, what about this. if you lose, you have to pay with your body. meaning i’ll slap you if you lose.” he offered.

it was surely a tempting offer.

“okay.” that’s all you said before standing up.

somehow your face wasn’t bruised. he slapped you pretty hard too. you kept on losing.

and losing.

until you finally won, you flipped his ddakji over.

he smiled (more like a smirk) and handed you the money along with a card. it had a circle, a triangle and a square printed on it. on the back there was a number.

“if you would like to play more games like this, call the number on the back.” he grabbed his briefcase and turned around.

“what’s this?” you asked, making him stop.

“an opportunity.” he replied.

after that, you went back to your small apartment that you could barely afford anymore. you put the bag of soju down on the unstable table and grabbed a bottle. you flipped the card over and your fingers traced it. grabbing your phone out, you put in the numbers that were on the card.

hesitantly, you pressed the green call button.

“hello, who is calling?” the other line said.

“is this to join the games or something?” you said hesitantly, thinking it was a scam.

“do you wish to participate in the game?”the other line said monotonously.

“if you wish to participate, please state you name and date of birth.”

“(name) (last name), xx/xx/xxxx.”

you waited outside. you were instructed to as you were going to be picked up by a van. the light almost blinded your eyes as a car pulled up infront you. the window rolled down and you could see a person in a red suit with a mask.

“miss (name) (last name)?” they said.

“uhm yeah.” you replied awkwardly.

“password?”

“red light, green light.”

you could hear the door’s lock click and slide open. you peeked your head inside and got in. you saw a bunch of people sleeping, they looked like as if they have passed out.

“hey what’s with these people-“ before you could finish, a mysterious gas filled your nostrils and slowly your vision started to blur. before you knew it, your body slumped against the seat.

why were you here? you weren’t supposed to be here.

no-eul looked at your figure with a worried expression on her face through her scope, on the same gun she was supposed to shoot you with.

her breath hitched and her fellow colleagues could hear it.

“number O11, what’s bothering you so much?”

“nothing.” she replied, not showing a single ounce of emotion in her voice.

she looked through her scope and saw this old man on the floor, still surviving after he got eliminated.

she shot him.

what were you gonna think about her now?

after the game has finished, she went to her room.

she sprayed water on her face and looked at her hands.

those dirty hands, dirtied with blood.

and the blood could be yours.

her head was overwhelming with thoughts. what if she killed you? what if she killed you by accident? what if she killed you on purpose? and her excuse would be, “it’s my job.” that would be a pathetic excuse, what if you get killed by someone else? she couldn’t stand the thought of you dying, you needed to get out.

it was at night time, you had knocked on the door and asked politely to go to the toilets. your hands were trembling, you had just watched people die. and you couldn’t do anything about it, the image in your mind would be stuck forever. whenever you closed your eyes and you still see the people collapsing on the floor, in their own pool of blood. you wanted to save them, you wanted to be the hero. but in this situation? you had to survive.

to see her.

the door had finally opened and there was a guard with a triangle mask holding a gun. there was another guard behind them and used the gun to signal you to follow them.

they opened the bathroom door and waited outside.

you washed your face with cold water, hoping to get ideas and visions of how to survive. how to not end up like those people. it was selfish of you really, but it was a life or death situation. your thoughts were interrupted when the door opened and a guard came in. by the looks of it, they were a woman. they made sure the door was closed and slowly removed their hood, revealing medium length black hair.

then after, their face. the mask was held in their hands, and your hands were on your mouth.

“no-eul?” you whispered her name as if it was a forbidden word.

she couldn’t look at you, she felt so guilty.

“(name), look i’m so sor-“ she got cut off as you rushed to hug her.

you buried your face in her neck and she was knocked out of her trance. she wrapped her arms around your waist.

“i’m so glad you’re alive,” you mumbled in her neck.

she felt so guilty, it was weighing down on her so much now. she was about to break down.

she grabbed your face in her hands.

“we’ll survive this together.” she said determinedly.

“you have a better chance of surviving honey.” you said looking at her up and down.

she frowned.

“don’t say that, we’ll get out of here together.” she said grabbing your upper arms shaking you.

“maybe, maybe not.”

you could tell which one was no-eul, it wasn’t like you weren’t with her for so many years. you could tell her from so far away.

“3.” the carousel stopped and the lights dimmed. panicked people starts pushing and pulling and shouting.

you stood there, you couldn’t move.

suddenly a strong force pulled you into a room.

it was 380 and 125.

“thank you so much, i don’t know what happened out there.”

you thanked them bowing down slightly.

“it’s alright, we would’ve died if it wasn’t for you anyways.” 380 smiled at you.

it was almost like a routine, you always went the to bathroom at night and she would be there with you.

“i thought you died,” she mumbled in your neck.

you patted her back, “it’s alright, i got saved.”

she kissed your neck.

“i’m glad you did.”

you weren’t.

you wanted to die.

you wanted to end this.

the reason why you stood still was because you wanted it all to end.

the suffering, the game.

and most of all,

no-eul.

you don’t want to bond with a killer.

but she’s the only person you know here.

and she’s still a killer, you watched her kill somebody right infront of you.

and that’s why,

during the lights out.

you stood up in the middle, where the lights on the floor were on.

many people charged at you at once, hearing flesh and blood splat everywhere.

the last thing you saw was 380 shaking you mouthing something, or saying something. you don’t even know.

and no-eul’s not even here for your death.

how ironic,

will she realise that your dead? you wondered at the last few seconds.

maybe, maybe not.

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