#alice in borderland pairing

[niragisimp]

The Burden of Healing (Part Two)

A/N - This chapter does have a brief trigger warning! It IS marked clearly, but please beware regardless <3

Part One, Series Masterlist

You awoke after not too long to a loud crashing sound. Startled, you bolted to your feet, your eyes immediately drawn to the sky as a large blimp hit the ground, erupting in flames despite the water surrounding it. A king has fallen; the King of Clubs to be specific.

Why were you walking towards it? This was stupid. Every rational thought in your mind told you not to, but your feet just kept moving forward. You should be trying to get food; it had already been a day since you ate. You should be finding water, supplies. Not heading into the literal fires of hell that surely awaited you.

Before you knew it, you had broken out into a sprint. You couldn't explain it. But you knew you needed to get there as quickly as possible. You hadn't run this fast towards anything in your entire life. Thanks to the few Spade games you've managed, you were decent at endurance, but it was far from your best suit. Your lungs started burning before long, your mind unsure if it was from the smoke plummeting towards you and the sky or the fact that you were dehydrated as all hell. But it didn't matter.

Niragi sneered, hidden and lingering against the wall, watching as Arisu and Usagi buried Tatta. 'Finally, he did something useful...' Niragi nearly rolled his only good eye. The bandages surrounding most of his body would need changing soon, or he'd die without even going into a game. He snuck away easily, his face a near-permanent scowl as he made sure to get some distance between him and... them. That stupid happy-go-lucky couple...

He managed to find an empty house, clearly already ransacked but by the looks of it, only the kitchen had been raided. Lucky him. Down the hallway was the bathroom, a pitiful stench of death coming from the bathtub, stained red. He scoffed slightly at the sight; death was nothing new for any player in the Borderlands. But condemning yourself to hell earned something different from pity in this state; it reeked of defeat and disgust.

Finding some bandages, Niragi began the painful process of replacing the old ones. Most were thrown on carelessly. Everything hurt, so what was the point of trying too hard? Your face flashed in his mind for just a split second, and it gave him a moment of pause before he quickly disregarded the thought of you.

He had searched as long as he could the day after the Beach burned to the ground, before his wounds caught up to him and he couldn't continue without giving himself some sort of treatment.

These brief few days gave him plenty of room to think. That was the best part of being alone; it only gave you time and thoughts to dwell on. But sometimes, those thoughts that surface are better left alone. He had half-expected to find you immediately, or at least within the first day. How far could you have possibly gotten in such a short amount of time? Far, apparently.

His mind kept wandering back to that day at the Beach before everything went to hell; literally. Chishiya had clearly known where you were, yet refused to tell him. He should've just shot him. The outcome would've been the same. He's still left without you. And you're probably sneaking around with that bloody snake, slithering his way through the Borderlands like the serpent he is.

Niragi finally finished half-assing his bandages, the couch under him stiff and just plain uncomfortable. But the sun was setting, the locks on the house worked, and rest didn't come this easily often. He closed his eyes, the pain under his bandage persisting. But eventually, sleep caught up with him. A deep sleep, accompanied by your face, haunting his dreams. "Y/N..."

By the time you got there, the fire was extinguished to ash, still fleeting up into the sky. Your heart was beating fast, though whether it was from the running or the familiarity of the smoke, you couldn't be too sure. The sun was beginning to set in the distance, making the cross on the grave shadow over the freshly dug dirt. You were still panting, your eyes softening as the spark of familiarity ran through you at the sight of the hat on the grave. The mechanic.

**!! Warning! Brief mention of S.I. (Suicidal ideation) ahead! !!**

You closed your eyes for a moment; you never cared much for prayer, it was often something forced on you by your parents and grandparents. But rarely, similar to when you come across a dead animal on the side of the road, you'd give yourself a moment to pause, and kindly ask whatever God out there... 'Please let them in. They've done nothing wrong.'

You suddenly froze up. Niragi was dead, or so Chishiya claimed. But you had no reason to doubt him; no reason to question his words. If there was a heaven or some kind of afterlife... Would Niragi be there?

You felt something wet run down your face. Looking up, you notice the dark looming clouds, yet rain seemingly hadn't arrived quite yet. Your hand reached up, wiping a tear you hadn't known you shed away. You weren't the smartest, but you did know that even if there was a higher power, they wouldn't let Niragi in.

Something in you changed at that moment. It was as if... you suddenly felt no fear at all. The only fear you had was not being able to rest without Niragi. And so, if someone like Niragi went to hell... Then you'd make sure you held your head high and went to hell alongside him.

**!! Clear !!**

DAY TWO

The next day, you quickly realized why so many blimps still stood. Knowing the difficulty and the suit does you no good in this place... just instills fear. Only two blimps went down yesterday; King of Clubs and Queen of Diamonds. Your mind went to Chishiya, wondering where the hell he even was after all this... Did he partake in the King of Clubs game? It didn't seem to fit his style. But all the other blimps stood, floating still in the sky, all but the King of Spades which wandered about, coming into sight now and then.

You made your way to a rather familiar-looking convenience store hidden behind some buildings, almost as if by habit. The area looked rather familiar, but something in you couldn't quite place it. You felt rather lucky, stepping inside to see it had only been hastily rummaged through, snacks and a few perishables still left behind.

One of the first things that caught your eye was the gumball machine. Kuina's laugh echoed in your mind briefly, making a weak smile tug at your lips. "I wonder if she'd chew on them, if she lost her candy stick..." A soft laugh escaped you; the Beach wasn't the best place, but... some of the people certainly had their own charms that made it bearable.

You couldn't help but grab a few gumballs from the machine, rummaging for a decent bag to carry some supplies in. You found a few packages of ramen that were still untouched; even without running water, food is food and this wasn't the place to be picky.

"Ha, no way..."

The green label caught your eye. It was your favorite childhood drink, one of the few luxuries your family afforded you on occasion. You grabbed a bit more than necessary; why not?

You unscrewed the cap and nearly drank the whole thing in one go. The sugar was probably hell at this point, but something to drink was better than nothing, as long as it went down alright. After managing to find some emergency supplies, the patter of light rain on the rooftop captured your attention. You never really liked the rain. It reminded you of... other things.

The umbrella opened as you stepped out of the store, glancing around, and deciding which route to take. Something pulled you down towards the alleyway, an odd sensation.

Niragi.

You froze immediately. The rain started coming down harder, your eyes wide and glued to the ground, an awfully familiar scenary laid out in front of you. You staggered back slightly, barely catching yourself on the side of the dumpster before you found yourself sliding down the front of it to the ground.

You were running at the time. Running from Haru, running from everything. It was a day just like this, years ago but seemingly so fresh. You ran into a boy with glasses, knocking you both over. Niragi was your savior for a day; buying you enough time to escape from your abusive brother.

But now... after all this time, it all came together. That was Niragi, before... before everything. Even before the Borderlands, he had still saved her, unknowingly. He must've taken an awful beating back then, all because she ran into him and he just so happened to get in the way of Haru.

The umbrella dropped to your side, the feeling of the cold rain completely numb on your skin. You knew all this already. So why was this empty alleyway so... painful? No matter how much you tried not to, Niragi's face kept persisting in your mind. From the moment you met at the Beach, to the moment his shirt covered your shoulders for the first time, to the day he told you to stay hidden.

Why hadn't you just... grabbed his hand that day? He said he'd clear it for you, all you had to do was turn a blind eye and just go back to the room and wait for him.

You didn't even realize you were sobbing until you choked on a breath, breaking out into a meltdown. You should've just grabbed his hand. You should've just done what he told you. You should've trusted him. Why did you leave him?

Your screams echoed off the walls of the alleyway, heard even over the echo of the rain. Your fists hit the dumpster wall like a punching bag, howling out in pain. But despite the blood appearing rapidly on your knuckles, the pain wasn't from any injury that could be seen.

He could hear the screams from all the way down the street. But he knew them instantly, a sound that made him both concerned and his chest tighten slightly, not as if he'd ever showcase it. He quickened his pace slightly, his hands tucked into his pockets. He slowed them just in time as he rounded the corner, taking in the sight before him.

You were sobbing in the corner of the dumpster. Your hair was damp and unkept, your face red, your hands bunched up into fists and you rocked back and forth. He had seen it before when a patient was about to snap. But that wasn't his expertise. His footsteps were a bit heavier than usual; it would be easier to attempt to get your attention like this. He knelt down, seeing as you didn't bother looking up at your surroundings at all.

"... Come with me."

The few words initiated a soft nod from your head, choking out one last sob before you shakily rose to your feet properly. You didn't know how long it had been raining, but you suddenly felt a heavy weight on yourself, nearly collapsing forward. He barely caught you by your shoulder, steadying you.

The moment you felt the warmth of his hand, you suddenly clung to him. His arms were hovering by his sides, clearly a bit uncomfortable but... allowing it. For now. Not that he enjoyed it or anything.

When he heard the softest sniffle, his arms slowly wrapped around you; he was never much for any physical contact like this, but...

"... Glad I came to save you?"

His words made you look up, seeing that slight smirk on the corner of his lips. But you didn't care; a friendly face was a rare sight.

Chishiya huffed slightly, "I don't enjoy the rain much. Come on, let's go."

He paused when he felt the sensation in his hand. Glancing back, he noticed your hand wrapped around his. He stiffened slightly, noticing the look on your face. Your eyes were bloodshot, your legs shaking slightly but probably not from the rain. Chishiya carried on, shoving his free hand in his pocket, and silently began tugging you along.

[fraulein-turpentine]

This is so Niragi and Chishiya. They both suck so much (Niragi a little bit more than Chishiya but they’re both reprehensible human beings)

That said, they are also on of my fav ships of all time lol

[crimeandpunishments]

i need a squid games x alice in borderland crossover fic soooo bad

[nestokaodevojka]

ngl i was genuinely stockholm syndromed into chirisu cuz everyone and their mom likes it and i remember when there was basically nothing else to read for aib

[revinluver]

okay daimon x enji yap incoming

(for those who don't know, daimon is the left, enji is the right)

okay so like I need to talk about these two for a hot minute bc im absolutely obsessed with them, they're such a emo guy x bimbo girl stereotyped sort of couple and I love it, I swear daimon would be so flirty and enji wouldn't know what to do it'd be so cute because I just have the feeling enji never really go to date anyone in highschool or like that and he's too busy with his fuckass hypnotherapist job where as daimon is always messing around with him when he's working especially if it's at from home, he would be in his office or just on the couch as daimon comes along and begins to get all flirty and distracts him, sitting on his lap and everything. And enji would be BRIGHT RED his hands nervously sweaty as they would hover around her hips, his eyes ALL OVER the place. I can't get over these two I swear daimon would top the bedroom she HAS TOO???? She's so pretty and enji is just kinda.... y'know. (sorry enji ily) I can see Enji trying to conplieiher at least once a day, and getting all anxious, his eyes darting around as he stutters out some lame compliment daimon just absolutely loves. I feel like daimon would go through an hour's worth of lipstick with him testing it all over him like that one meme graaahhhhh she'd just smother him in love and kisses and he'd just kinda sit there letting it happen. And oh, don't even get my started on how Enji reacts to what daimon wears because of you've seen her full outfit in the manga,,, MY JAW DROPPED, and so would his. Her shorts that barely cover her are open at the top, showing her panties and the skimpy latex bra-top with the pretty but thin dress shirt layered on top,,,, he felt like he was going to explode from how hot and bothered he felt just looked at her, breathing heavily, sweaty and everything. Daimon probably wouldn't even have a clue, we know she isn't the brightest after all. And that where enjis teasing comes in, because daimon isn't the smartest person he teases her for it, something he thinks is basic knowledge (which probably isn't) and if she doesn't know anything about it he's pointing and snickering at her for it as she pouts at him. also bc of how nervous daimon makes enji, she's probably used to his nervous and flustered side more than his real sadistic, manipulator sort of self. but, I reckon he won her over without any of that, so he's fine not having to manipulate her, only sometimes. SOMETIMES, NOT IN A BAD WAY (knowing enji it's probably bad) HE WOULD MANIPULATE HER BUT THERE ARE TIMES SHE CATCHES ON SINCE WELL,,,, she is a loan shark shes gotta have some brain for that,, also like,,, daimon,,, queen of diamonds....

anyway, ran i think the rants over ???

sorry if the orange text hurts your eyes gang 💔 the pink rest rlly gets to me so,,, wups

[someone1348]

5am thoughts: Rare pair Alice in Borderland ship but Chota x Tatta. They'd start off being really good friends, they clicked instantly. Then Chota realizes that he's feeling things he's never felt before. Poor boy is freaking out, he's breaking down because of his religious trauma given to him by his mother. He'd been taught one thing and he doesn't want to be disowned but he certainly doesn't want to be shunned by his two best friend's. He's worried what Arisu and Karube might think of him if this got out, but he really has nothing to worry about. Tatta, a proud pansexual (headcannon), gets obsessed with Chota and is just happy to be there. He eventually tells Arisu who gets a shocked yet happy look on his face! Then turning to disappointment for Tatta because he thinks Chota is straight, completely. Tatta hummed and just kept it to himself. Then one night Chota is sobbing in his room at the borderlands, Arisu and Karube just got home and rushed in when they heard it. They're freaking out, trying to calm him down. And then he eventually comes clean talking about what he's been feeling. He braced himself expecting an awful reaction but the two just blinked. Arisu looked happy before Karube poked his side "Dude really! That's it! You had us scared to death, with your sobbing we'd thought someone broke in or something and hurt you!" Chota laughed a little from the poke and huffed, still confused but happy they were so supportive "I thought you'd hate me...or something..." They both smiled "Never Chota! You're our best friend! We'll love and support you always as long as your happy!" Arisu spoke as they all hugged. "So, who's the boy that opened your eyes?~" Karube teased as Chota blushed a little. After revealing it was Tatta, Arisu got a lot happier. Chota interrogated Arisu on this fact, that he got happier, Arisu didn't want to spill it but a few, persuasive tickly fingers later and he reveals that Tatta feels the same way. Chota beams, he talks to Tatta and they all live happily ever after! Boom!

This is how my brain operates it is 5:32 in the morning. Haha! We love it!

[eleonoraw]

Okay. My new obsession...

I couldn't resist and write a fic for these two. Because they deserve it.

Whole fic available on -> Ao3

~ Only Two Hours (with You) ~

[thepencilnerd]

take a slice

Summary: No one could imagine a more cunning or manipulative player than Shuntaro Chishiya—until he meets you. complete fic on my ao3 here <3 Word Count: 3.8k Contains: Depictions of violence, unresolved sexual tension, emotional constipation

A/N: because I binge-watched Alice In Borderland in the span of two days and I am very late to the party (but never too late for self-indulgent fan service)

Chishiya spots you across the same floor, your black silhouette nearly lost in the shadows of the night. It’s only your movement that catches his attention, the dark outerwear a sharp contrast to his bright white jacket. You and he are the only players scouting from this vantage point, watching from above while the chaos brews below.

The night is eerily quiet—the calm before the storm, as they say. Your gaze locks onto his, and for a moment, time seems to freeze. Chishiya feels his heartbeat falter, a fleeting hitch he quickly tamps down.

Before he can fully process it, you’ve already vanished around a corner, just as a rain of bullets peppers the area behind you.

A boy’s voice echoes from below, frantic. "The only way to clear this game is to work together!"

Bullshit , you think.

There must be a reason behind the attacker's anchoring position, Chishiya muses.

Of course.

When you finally make your way to the safe room, you’re welcomed by four unfamiliar figures: the spree-killing horse, the brunette boy from earlier, a girl with a bob, and the blonde. 

Chishiya strikes swiftly, the crackle of his taser breaking the stillness. The masked attacker crumples to the floor, their face hitting the ground with a muffled thud. You waste no time, stomping down hard on their wrist, sending the gun skittering from their hand. Before they can recover, you grab the weapon and fire a single round into the crown of their skull. 

When you glance up, you catch the faintest trace of a smirk ghosting across the blonde’s face, but it’s gone just as quickly.

In the seconds that follow, the two other players in the room hastily slam their hands on the red buttons lining the walls.

GAME COMPLETE. CONGRATULATIONS WINNERS. 

Turning around, a pair of wide eyes greets you. 

“Thank you,” the boy finally speaks, addressing you and the blonde in a shaky voice. 

You respond with a nod, glancing over at the girl and seeing her return the acknowledgement. 

“Don’t mention it.” The blonde’s condescending tone from behind you is paralleled only by his burning gaze, locking onto you immediately. He almost misses seeing you slip something from the dead body into your pocket. 

You feel his focus linger on you as you leave the room. 

The night air is thick with tension, the distant cries from nearby arenas only amplifying the silence with each footstep behind you. You don’t bother turning around; you already know who it is.

Chishiya steps into your peripheral vision, his pace unhurried, like a cat stalking in the shadows. The forest buzzes with the threat of unseen dangers, but all his attention is locked on you.

"You didn’t have to kill him," he says, his voice casual, almost amused, as though discussing the weather.

You don’t stop walking. "You didn’t stop me."

A quiet chuckle escapes him, barely more than a breath. "True." His tone remains light, but there’s an edge beneath it, like he’s testing you, challenging you. "Still, you’ve got a certain efficiency. Impressive."

Your expression stays neutral. And yet, Chishiya’s presence beside you stirs something strange—a shared awareness, as if you’re both circling an invisible boundary neither of you are quite ready to cross—yet.

"You took something," he says, breaking the silence again, his voice calm but probing. His gaze stays forward, unreadable. "From the body."

You glance at him briefly, just enough to meet his eyes, which glint with curiosity under the moonlight. He’s trying to figure you out.

"And what if I did?" There’s a challenge in your voice now.

Chishiya’s smirk returns, faint but unmistakable. "Nothing. For now."

The tension between you tightens, pulling you closer in the silence. The game isn’t over. Not between the two of you.

As you continue walking, he trails behind, but soon loses sight of you in the dense trees. Shadows shift, swallowing you whole. He barely has time to catch his breath before a sudden force slams him to the ground, knocking the wind from his lungs. The disturbed soil and decaying leaves soften his fall, but his back still hits the earth with a solid thud.

Your knee digs sharply into his sternum, pinning him down. One hand tightens around his throat, not enough to choke him but enough to strain his breath. The cold, unforgiving edge of a blade presses against his cheek—a silent threat.

Chishiya’s indifferent expression makes your skin crawl, yet his stoic, unflinching gaze cuts through the moment like a dagger—piercing both hot and cold at once. Neither of you speak. It’s a game of cat and cat, both of you testing the other's resolve in this tense, silent standoff.

For a fleeting moment, he wonders if you can read each other’s thoughts.

You feel him gulp beneath your hand, his pulse quickening under your fingers. Both of his hands remain raised in surrender by his ears, calm, unwavering, and empty of any weapon or defense. His eyes flicker to the deep scar on your neck, lingering there for just a moment.

The air between you thickens. What feels like minutes pass in the span of heartbeats.

Without warning, you spring up and disappear into the night.

Chishiya stays on the ground for a moment, catching his breath. He sits up slowly, eyes tracing the path you took into the darkness. His chest rises and falls unevenly, the phantom cold of the blade still lingering on his skin. Silence wraps around him like a fog, but his pulse betrays him—racing, driven by more than just adrenaline.

For the first time in longer than he can remember, he feels something—a strange tug deep in his core, like something vital slipped away the moment you left. A curiosity stirs, mingling with the remnants of tension, a silent acknowledgment that this game isn’t over.

It’s only just begun.

Chishiya’s lips twitch into a faint smirk. Your piercing gaze and the scar on your neck are seared into his mind. He knows he’ll see you again. And next time, he won’t be caught off guard.

“You look like you have something on your mind.”

Kuina sits down across from Chishiya, her curiosity piqued as she watches him stare off into the distance. The evening air is still, a rare calmness settling over the Beach after a chaotic night.

Chishiya leans back, crossing his arms, a faint hum escaping his lips. “Just an interesting game tonight,” he replies casually, but there’s a lingering spark in his gaze that betrays more.

Kuina raises an eyebrow. “Must’ve been some game, then.”

“Perhaps,” Chishiya says, his voice smooth and unhurried. The rush of endorphins from the near-death experience still thrums faintly through his veins. 

The cause? A player whose actions were as cunning and unpredictable as his own. The thrill of narrowing down their motivations felt like a puzzle finally worth solving.

His mind drifts back to the game, replaying each moment like scenes in a movie. The chaos, the desperate shouts, and the blaring alarms all felt distant—mere background noise compared to the razor-sharp focus he'd found himself drawn to. That focus was centered on one person.

You had been an anomaly from the start. There was a precision in the way you moved, calculated and unfazed by the panic unraveling around you. It was as if you thrived on the chaos, embraced it even, letting it fuel each step you took. While the other players were scrambling to find shelter or allies, you seemed to anticipate every move, predicting the patterns before they even unfolded.

And then, the moment that had truly hooked him: the kill. Cold, efficient, and executed without a trace of hesitation. You weren’t just surviving; you were playing the game in its purest form—adapting, evolving, always a step ahead. There was no hesitation in your actions, no unnecessary flourish—just the unyielding will to end a threat. It wasn’t just about self-preservation; it was about winning. And that’s what made you different.

Chishiya’s curiosity flared the instant your eyes met his in the aftermath. For the briefest moment, he’d seen a flicker of something—recognition, maybe even a hint of challenge. Like you were silently asking him if he had what it took to keep up.

It was absurd, really, to feel anything in the Borderlands beyond the mechanical urge to survive. But something had shifted tonight. For the first time in what felt like forever, the game had become more than a series of calculated risks and rewards: it had become interesting.

Chishiya’s gaze shifts back to the window where lights scatter the sky. His fingers tap idly on the armrest of his chair, a rhythm betraying the restlessness he tries to mask. He’s always prided himself on being detached, keeping emotions and sentiment far from his calculations. Yet here he is, preoccupied with thoughts that don't have a place in his carefully constructed logic.

"You're quiet," Kuina observes, her tone carrying a hint of amusement. "More than usual, I mean."

Chishiya’s smirk is faint, barely there. “Am I?”

She shrugs, leaning back in her seat. “You’ve been lost in your own head since you got back.” 

Chishiya’s expression doesn’t falter, but there’s a slight shift in his demeanor—a barely perceptible sign of vulnerability, quickly smoothed over. “Maybe I’m just considering... possibilities,” he replies, the words coming slower than usual, as if he’s testing how they sound. 

Kuina’s eyes narrow thoughtfully. “Possibilities, huh?” She tilts her head, studying him. “That’s one way of putting it. Or maybe… a person?”

Chishiya’s silence is uncharacteristic. He feels the pull to dismiss the notion immediately, to scoff at the idea of being distracted by a person, much less affected by them. But instead, he pauses. It’s enough for Kuina to catch on, her curiosity piqued.

“Interesting,” she murmurs, a teasing smile curling on her lips. “You’re actually thinking about someone, aren’t you?” When he doesn’t respond, she presses further. “It’s a girl, right? Did she do something to catch your eye?”

Chishiya finally meets her gaze, his own guarded but not entirely dismissive. “She’s... unusual,” he admits, the words coming out almost reluctantly. “Not like the others.”

Kuina arches an eyebrow. “Unusual how? Smart? Dangerous?”

“Both,” he replies without hesitation. “Efficient, focused. But there’s something else.” He uncrosses his arms, feeling oddly exposed, as though admitting to these thoughts makes them more real, more tangible. “It’s like she’s not playing the same game as the rest of them.”

Kuina studies him for a moment, then lets out a soft laugh. “You’ve got it bad,” she says, shaking her head. “I never thought I’d see the day you’d be drawn to someone for more than their utility.”

He scoffs, a ghost of his usual arrogance returning. “Don’t get carried away. I’m only interested because she might be useful.”

“Sure,” Kuina says with a knowing grin. “Keep telling yourself that.”

Chishiya falls silent again, but the truth gnaws at him. He knows it’s more than just her utility in the grand scheme of escaping this hellhole. It’s the way she challenges him—forces him to reevaluate his strategies and makes him wonder if there’s more to this game than just surviving.

He hates how that thought clings to him, even as he tries to push it away.

Chishiya shifts in his chair, feeling a dull ache radiate from his chest. He’s been operating on a different level since encountering you, and the physical reminder feels almost like an anchor to what he’s been trying to navigate.

He glances at Kuina, who’s still watching him with an amused expression, still probing. “You look like you’re plotting something.”

“Just considering my next move,” he replies, a hint of a smirk returning to his lips. “The game is full of variables, and I need to prepare for them.”

“Variables, huh? Is that what you call her now?” Kuina teases, leaning forward, her elbows resting on the table.

“Focus,” he snaps lightly, but there’s no real heat in his voice. Instead, his mind races ahead to the next game, and how he can draw you in, maybe even observe you more closely. He’s already picturing the scenarios—the players, the setting, the stakes.

What he really wants is a way to see you again. To understand the force that pulls him toward you, the complexity that makes you more than just another player. The anticipation churns within him, exciting yet unnerving.

“What if I made a move to recruit her?” he muses aloud, considering the prospect. “She could be an asset. If she operates outside the norm, that could change the dynamics of our strategies.”

“Or it could blow up in your face,” Kuina counters, her tone light but her gaze serious. “You’re not exactly known for your emotionality, Chishiya. What if she doesn’t want to play?”

“Doesn’t matter,” he replies, brushing off her concern. “I’ll figure it out. I always do.”

But the truth is, he knows that this isn’t merely about the game anymore. It’s about the way you make him feel—like a player in a game he thought he understood, now suddenly complex and exhilarating. Chishiya can’t shake the thought that if he wants to unlock the potential you represent, he’ll have to make a move soon.

He allows himself a moment of vulnerability, resting his chin on his hand as he reflects. “What if I want to see her again, Kuina? What if it’s not just about strategy anymore?”

Kuina’s eyes widen, clearly surprised by his admission. “Wow. You’re actually admitting you care.”

Chishiya rolls his eyes but can’t help the smirk tugging at his lips. “Don’t get carried away.”

“Sure,” she says, leaning back with a satisfied grin. “Just remember, sometimes the best strategies are the ones that come from the heart.”

With that, Chishiya’s mind drifts again, calculating and assessing. He’ll be ready for the next game. He’ll be prepared to take any risk to find you again, to unravel the mystery of what you truly are: a partner, a rival, or perhaps something more. As the night draws to a close, the shadows deepen, but a flicker of determination ignites within him.

He will see you again.

A few days have passed since the last game, but the adrenaline still courses through your veins, lingering like a ghost. You survived, but the victory feels hollow, overshadowed by the memory of the indifferent blonde boy who’s drawn you in more than you care to admit.

Your thoughts drift back to that game—its intensity still vivid in your mind. It was like no other you’d experienced, where survival felt more like a dance with death than a struggle against it. And he was at the center of it, moving through the chaos with a calculated grace that caught your attention long before you understood why.

It wasn’t just that he was calm under pressure. Plenty of players had nerves of steel. It was his indifference, the way he seemed detached from the dangers around him, as though nothing could touch him. Where others flinched or panicked, he merely observed, as if the unfolding chaos was a puzzle to solve rather than a life-or-death situation. That kind of control was rare in the Borderlands, and in some strange way, it felt like a dare, an unspoken challenge that made you want to test him, to see if there was anything that could shatter that composure.

You remember the moment you locked eyes across the chaos, the way the world seemed to fade into the background. It was brief, but in that instant, it felt like a silent conversation—an understanding that went beyond words. There was something sharp in his gaze, a spark of curiosity that mirrored your own. It was as if he was evaluating you, sizing you up just as you were doing to him. For a fleeting moment, you wondered if you were seeing a part of yourself reflected back in those cold, calculating eyes.

But it wasn’t just his composure or his gaze that drew you in. It was the way he acted in those crucial seconds when lives hung in the balance. While others scrambled to save themselves, he made moves that seemed almost playful, like he was toying with the danger rather than simply evading it. There was a thrill in watching him maneuver through the madness with an ease that bordered on arrogance, as though he was always three steps ahead of everyone else—including you.

And then there was the moment when the game ended. You had both survived, of course, but there was something in the way he looked at you afterward, something that lingered, a faint smirk that hinted he had seen more than you’d intended to reveal. It wasn’t pity; it was as if he recognized a kindred spirit, someone who understood the game on a different level. For the first time in what felt like ages, you felt truly seen. 

That feeling unsettles you even now, as you sit by the fire, staring into the flames. It’s not that you seek validation in the Borderlands; you’ve learned long ago that the only approval that matters is your own. But there’s something about his quiet confidence, the way he seemed to acknowledge you without saying a word, that’s hard to shake. It makes you wonder if he was as unaffected as he appeared or if there was more beneath the surface, something hidden behind that cool exterior.

You clench your jaw, frustrated with yourself for even thinking about him this much. He was just another player—albeit a skilled one—and you’ve dealt with plenty of them before. But there’s a part of you that can’t ignore the way his presence lingers, like a splinter in your mind, a question that refuses to be answered.

Why did he make such an impression on you? Was it his composure, his intelligence, or the quiet thrill of crossing paths with someone who didn’t play by the same rules as everyone else? Or was it the way he seemed to see you in return, as if you were more than just a piece on the board?

You realize that you don’t know the answers—and perhaps that’s what’s most intriguing of all. There’s an unfinished quality to your last encounter, a feeling that your story with him isn’t over yet. It’s as if the game itself has drawn a line between you, daring you to cross it again.

You shake your head, trying to dismiss the thoughts that have become stubborn visitors in your mind. Why does he occupy your thoughts so much? Is it his calm indifference, the way he moved with calculated grace? Or is it something more that stirs a curiosity you can’t quite define?

Pushing the thoughts aside, you focus on your routine, an independent existence in the Borderlands, where survival means mastering skills few have the patience to learn. You've carved out a small camp nestled within the trees, camouflaged by foliage, a sanctuary of sorts amidst the chaos.

Every morning, you rise before dawn, the cool air biting at your skin as you check your traps. The gentle sounds of the forest waking around you are a familiar symphony, one you find solace in. You harvest small game—rabbits, birds, whatever you can catch—and meticulously prepare them, savoring the simple act of cooking over a small fire.

Hunting and foraging have become second nature. You collect wild herbs and edible plants, storing them in makeshift pouches crafted from scavenged materials. Each successful hunt reminds you of your resilience and strength. 

But even as you focus on these tasks, your mind drifts back to him—the blonde boy from the game. The way his piercing gaze seemed to see right through you, as if he was calculating your every move. It’s unsettling yet exhilarating, a contradiction you can’t wrap your head around.

The sun climbs higher, and you take a break from your chores to wash your hands in a nearby stream, the water refreshing against your skin. As you splash your face, you catch your reflection in the rippling surface, a mix of determination and uncertainty staring back at you.

You spend the afternoon working on camp, reinforcing the makeshift walls and clearing away debris that threatens your space. But even as you work to distract yourself, you can almost feel his presence lurking at the edge of your thoughts, his smirk dancing on your mind like a memory that refuses to fade.

Eventually, you settle on a log outside your camp, a piece of driftwood you dragged from the riverbank. Pulling out your small notebook, you begin to sketch the maps of the Borderlands, noting down resources and potential hideouts. It’s practical, a way to keep your mind sharp, but each mark on the page feels like a tether to the games, to the players who dance around you like shadows.

You reach into your pocket and pull out the small, crumpled piece of paper you took from the body during the game. You’ve looked at it countless times since then, trying to make sense of the chaotic scribbles. It’s a series of numbers and symbols—coordinates, perhaps, or some kind of code. Whatever it is, it’s not immediately clear, and that only deepens your curiosity.

You flatten the paper against the rough surface of the log, comparing it with your sketches. Could it be a location in the Borderlands? A clue to something hidden or an upcoming game? The patterns don’t align with any familiar maps, but something about the markings feels deliberate, as though there’s a message buried within them. You trace the lines with your finger, committing them to memory, trying to see what the original owner had seen. What was so important that they’d die with it?

Your mind drifts back to the moment you took it. The blonde boy’s eyes had flickered towards you—just for a heartbeat—when you pocketed the paper. Did he know what it meant, or had he noticed the same curiosity in you that you now feel?

As you draw, memories of the game resurface: his calculated moves, his indifferent demeanor, and the strange thrill of standing against him. There’s something magnetic about his presence, something that both fascinates and frustrates you.

In the fading light of dusk, you close your eyes for a moment, letting the sounds of the forest wash over you. The call of distant birds, the rustle of branches—each note a reminder that you’re alive, that you’re here, navigating a world filled with peril and unpredictability. But still, the thought lingers. Will your paths cross in the next game, or will you remain a ghost in his memory?

With a sigh, you shake your head and return to your sketches, determination settling in your chest. It doesn’t matter. Yet, in the depths of your mind, a part of you yearns for that inevitable meeting, that chance to unravel the enigma that is the blonde boy.

As darkness settles over the forest, you tuck your notebook away, the images of your maps a promise of the journey ahead. Tomorrow will bring new challenges, new games to navigate. And if fate has its way, perhaps it will also bring him back into your orbit once more.

[arxiwon]

Bound in the Game

Pairing: Jungwon x Reader (Enhypen)

Genre: Angst, Smut, Psychological Tension, Possessive, Dark

Synopsis: In a dangerous alternate world reminiscent of Alice in Borderland, you find yourself trapped in a game where survival isn't just about outsmarting the others, but about power, control, and manipulation. Jungwon, an enigmatic and possessive player, has marked you as his own, pulling you into a high-stakes game of lust, survival, and psychological warfare. As the game escalates, so does the tension between you and Jungwon, igniting a dangerous mix of passion and dominance. But when another player enters the scene, determined to claim you for himself, the game takes a darker, more twisted turn. Now, you must decide whether to play by Jungwon’s rules or let someone else steal you away.

You wake up with a jolt, your heart pounding in your chest, struggling to make sense of your surroundings. The last thing you remember is the blinding light that overtook everything before you lost consciousness. But now, you’re standing in a dimly lit, desolate street, a cold wind blowing against your skin. The sound of a distant siren echoes through the empty city, and the air carries a sense of foreboding, as though the world itself is holding its breath.

Jungwon is standing next to you, his expression unreadable as he scans the surroundings, eyes flickering from one shadow to the next. The tension between you both has been palpable ever since you were forced into this twisted game, but neither of you has spoken a word yet.

Your eyes meet his, and for a moment, the world feels still. His usual warmth and ease are gone, replaced by a sharp, calculating gaze that sends a shiver down your spine.

“We’re in this together,” he says, his voice low and steady, though there’s an edge to it that wasn’t there before. You can’t tell if it’s a promise or a warning.

You nod silently, the weight of his words settling into your chest. The rules of this game are clear: survive, or die. Each round presents a new, deadly challenge, and no one is spared. The twists and turns you’ve already faced have changed you both, in ways you don’t fully understand yet. But one thing is certain—your relationship has become far more complicated.

The first challenge arrives suddenly, a card flipping in the air in front of you, signaling the start of the game. It’s a red card—a game of "Trust," with high stakes. The rules are simple: you must rely on each other’s instincts, or fail. The game is designed to tear people apart, forcing them to decide who to trust, who to betray.

You glance at Jungwon, your pulse quickening as you realize the implication. If one of you fails, the other will suffer.

You don’t get the chance to speak before Jungwon steps closer to you, his body nearly pressing against yours as his hand reaches out to grip your wrist. His touch is almost too firm, but there’s a tension that simmers beneath it.

“Stay close,” he mutters, his lips brushing against your ear as he pulls you along. “Don’t move unless I tell you.”

You feel his words as much as hear them—hot breath against your skin, and something more primal in the way he holds you. There’s a moment of hesitation on your part, but it’s fleeting. In this world, hesitation equals death.

The game progresses, each challenge more intimate than the last. It’s the mental manipulation, the psychological warfare, that gets to you—the way Jungwon looks at you, the way his proximity lingers longer than necessary. He’s playing a game within a game, and you’re not sure whether you’re the pawn or the prize.

After a particularly dangerous round, you find yourselves in an abandoned building, alone for the first time in what feels like forever. Your breath comes in shallow gasps as your mind races, still processing the weight of the choices you’ve made and the trust you’ve put in him.

But as the door slams shut behind you, you realize that the real game is just beginning.

Jungwon stands near the window, looking out at the city, his posture tense, like he’s holding something back. You can feel it in the air, thick and suffocating. The magnetic pull between you two is undeniable now, charged with so much unspoken tension that it makes it hard to breathe.

“You’re trying to control everything, aren’t you?” you finally say, your voice barely a whisper. The words slip out before you can stop them, the frustration and fear mixing into something more dangerous.

Jungwon doesn’t turn to look at you immediately. He seems to savor the silence for a moment, then slowly, deliberately, his gaze meets yours. “You don’t get it, do you?” His voice is low, almost predatory. “In this game, control is everything.”

Your chest tightens. The air around you feels charged, and suddenly, the distance between you two doesn’t seem like enough. The thought crosses your mind—if you let him take control, would you survive?

Before you can think further, he moves. It’s fast, sudden, and you don’t have time to react. He’s on you before you know it, his hand gripping your chin, tilting your head back to expose your throat. His lips brush against your skin, and for a moment, all you can do is shiver under his touch.

“Stay still,” Jungwon growls, his voice rough with a hunger you can’t quite place. His lips move down your neck, his breath hot against your skin. The feeling of him so close, so commanding, makes your pulse race, a mix of fear and something else—something darker.

You can feel the weight of his gaze, the intensity that he holds over you. There’s a split second where you hesitate, and in that moment, Jungwon’s grip on your chin tightens, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

“This game... it’s about survival, remember?” His words are like a warning, but the heat in them makes you shudder. “And I plan on winning. But the question is... will you be strong enough to play with me?”

You swallow hard, the heat in your body rising as you realize what he’s asking. You’re caught in his web, unable to look away, unable to escape. The boundaries between survival and desire blur, and in this game, the stakes couldn’t be higher.

Without warning, he presses you against the wall, his lips crashing into yours with a force that takes your breath away. The kiss is urgent, desperate—like a man starving. His hands roam, pulling at your clothes, eager to claim what he can. But you don’t resist. Instead, you meet him with the same fervor, knowing that this—whatever this is—is your new reality.

The game has already begun. And you’re not sure who will be left standing when it’s over.

Jungwon’s lips pull away from yours, but the heat from his kiss lingers, suffocating the space between you two. His breath is harsh, his chest rising and falling rapidly against yours as his hands continue to roam, moving from your shoulders down to your waist, grasping at you as if he’s afraid you’ll slip away. His eyes are dark, something primal swirling in their depths.

"You're mine now," he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous, like a threat wrapped in desire. His thumb traces the curve of your jaw, soft yet possessive, as if he's marking you. "In this game, no one can protect you but me. You understand that, don't you?"

You should feel fear, you should resist, but the words hit something deep inside you—a place where something raw and unspoken stirs. You hate that it excites you. You hate how easily he’s able to make you forget everything except him.

You force yourself to speak, but your voice betrays you, shaky and filled with unspoken longing. "I... I’m not your pawn, Jungwon."

His smile is slow, calculated, like he knows exactly how to play this game. He leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear. "You say that now. But every move you make from here on out will show just how much you belong to me."

His words should make you recoil. They should make you fight back, but they don’t. Instead, they light a fire inside you that you can't extinguish, a need so strong it overwhelms your senses. You hate how much you're drawn to him, to his dominance, his control. It makes you feel weak, and yet you can't pull away.

Jungwon’s hands find the hem of your shirt, lifting it slowly, deliberately, exposing your skin to the cool air. His eyes trace every inch of your exposed body, and his fingers hover just above your skin, making your breath hitch with anticipation.

“Don’t pretend this isn’t what you want,” he whispers, his lips barely brushing against your collarbone. “You crave the control, just as much as I do.”

You shiver, a mixture of defiance and desire clashing inside you. You want to fight, to refuse, but the urge to give in—to let him take you, claim you—becomes overwhelming. The game has become more than just a test of survival. It’s become a battle for something darker, something more intense, and you can’t help but wonder how much you’ll lose in the end.

His lips return to yours, hard and demanding, as he pushes you against the wall again. Your hands instinctively reach up to grip his shirt, tugging him closer, if that’s even possible. You feel the press of his body against yours, the warmth and the tension blending into something that makes it hard to breathe.

You want him. There’s no denying it. Every kiss, every touch, only feeds the need inside you. But as his hands move to the zipper of your jeans, you hesitate.

A cruel smile plays at the corners of his mouth when he notices. “What’s wrong? I thought you wanted this.”

His fingers move faster, unzipping your jeans and pushing them down your hips with ease. The intensity in his gaze doesn’t falter, his hands deftly pushing you toward the edge of the bed that’s somehow appeared in the room.

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” he growls, his tone dark, demanding. He pushes you onto the bed, his body following quickly, pinning you beneath him with a force that leaves no room for escape. His lips are on you again, fierce, desperate, as if he can’t get enough.

You fight the urge to give in completely, to let him control everything, but it’s becoming increasingly difficult. His hand slides under your thigh, lifting it to wrap around his waist as he grinds against you, the friction sending a wave of heat coursing through your veins.

“Look at me,” he commands, his voice rough with desire. “I’m the one who gets to decide what happens next.”

You meet his gaze, defiant but shaking, your body responding to his touch in ways you can’t control. You can feel the power in his presence, the way he owns every inch of the space between you, and despite yourself, you want to let him.

“You want me to take you apart piece by piece, don’t you?” he murmurs against your lips, his voice like silk, smooth and deadly. “You want me to break you and put you back together.”

Your heart races at his words. Your body betrays you, aching for him, and before you can protest, he’s already sliding off your jeans, tossing them aside like they’re nothing. His fingers trace along the line of your panties, just barely grazing the sensitive skin underneath, sending shivers down your spine.

“You don’t need to say anything,” Jungwon says, his voice a mixture of amusement and something far darker. “I can feel it in your body. You want this. You want me.”

A part of you wants to push him away, to remind him that this isn’t just about lust. But in this world, in this game, the line between control and submission has blurred, and all you can do is surrender to the overwhelming desire he’s ignited within you.

He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as his hand slips into your panties. “I’ll make sure you understand exactly how much you belong to me.”

His fingers find their mark, and your body reacts before your mind can catch up. You gasp, a breathless sound that barely escapes your lips, and Jungwon chuckles darkly. He knows the effect he has on you, and he’s not letting go.

Every movement, every touch is a reminder that you’re no longer just playing a game of survival. You’re caught in a web of lust, power, and control, and there’s no escaping him. Not now, not ever.

Jungwon's fingers continue their slow, teasing motions against you, driving you insane with every careful, deliberate stroke. The feeling of his touch—so possessive and unrelenting—makes your skin burn with need. He’s pushing you to the edge, and it feels like there’s nothing you can do but surrender to the fire igniting within you.

“You’re already this wet for me,” he murmurs, a smirk dancing at the corner of his lips as he watches your reactions closely. His eyes flicker with amusement, but there's something darker in them, something more calculating. "Tell me, does this feel like control to you?"

You bite your lip, trying to suppress the desperate moans bubbling up inside you. The words catch in your throat, torn between wanting to remain defiant and the undeniable pull of his dominance.

"You want this... don’t you?" Jungwon's voice drops to a low, teasing whisper, his finger circling slowly, gently, before he presses in deeper.

A gasp slips from you, your back arching involuntarily as his fingers slide inside you. Your body betrays you, trembling under his touch. The way he moves, so confident, so sure of himself, makes you feel weak, exposed in ways you never expected.

“I know you want to say something,” Jungwon continues, his voice barely more than a growl, “but don’t say it unless you're ready to accept the consequences.”

His words, loaded with both threat and promise, only send you spiraling deeper into this dark, intoxicating pull. Every breath you take feels shaky, fragile, as though the mere air is charged with an electricity you can’t escape.

You grip the bed sheets tightly, trying to steady yourself as the pleasure builds within you, but Jungwon doesn’t let you settle. His free hand moves to your chest, pushing you down into the bed, forcing you to meet his gaze. His face is inches from yours, and you can feel the heat radiating off his body, mixing with your own.

“I’m not letting you get away with pretending you don’t need me,” he growls, his tone sharp and commanding. “Because I know you do. Your body gives you away.”

He pulls his fingers away suddenly, making you gasp in frustration. You’re left hanging, desperate for more, but Jungwon just watches you, eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

“You want me to finish it, don’t you?” he taunts, his lips curling into a sly smile. His eyes flicker to your exposed body, as though drinking in the sight of you, and something about the way he looks at you sends a jolt of heat straight to your core.

You bite your lip, the intensity of the situation consuming every rational thought. But your defiance still stirs within you, even though your body is practically screaming for him to finish what he started.

Without warning, Jungwon shoves your thighs apart, positioning himself between your legs. He doesn’t waste time; his hands grasp your hips firmly, lifting you slightly as he aligns himself with you. His eyes never leave yours, and the intensity of his gaze is enough to make your breath hitch in your throat.

“This is where you belong,” he mutters under his breath, his voice rough, the words a command as much as a declaration.

You can’t even form a coherent response, your mind completely blank as the weight of the moment hits you. Everything about this feels so right, so dangerous. You can’t stop yourself from wanting him, craving every inch of his touch, even though you know it’s only going to pull you deeper into this twisted game.

He thrusts into you without hesitation, the feeling of him filling you so completely that you gasp, your fingers clutching at his shoulders. He gives you no time to adjust, moving relentlessly, making each thrust deeper, faster, like a man determined to claim every part of you.

The pressure in your core builds quickly, the pleasure mixing with an edge of pain as Jungwon takes what he wants, pushing you further into the bed with each powerful movement. His hands dig into your hips, holding you in place, ensuring you can’t escape even if you wanted to.

“You’re mine,” he growls, his breath coming in shallow pants as he loses himself in you. His pace never falters, each thrust more punishing than the last, and it feels like he’s carving his mark into your very soul.

You try to hold back, to stay composed, but your body betrays you with every movement. The pleasure is too much, too intense, and soon you’re moaning, your voice muffled against the pillow as you try to bite back your cries.

Jungwon doesn’t let you. He pulls your hair back roughly, forcing you to look at him, to meet his eyes as he drives into you relentlessly. His lips are close to yours, and he speaks with a low, guttural growl.

“Say it. Say you belong to me.”

You can’t stop yourself from gasping, the words spilling out before you can think.

“I... I belong to you,” you manage to choke out, your body trembling beneath his touch.

His smile is wicked, satisfied, as he continues his brutal pace. He can feel your walls tightening around him, the way your body betrays you with every stroke. But he’s not done yet.

“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Every inch of you is mine.”

The words send another wave of heat coursing through your veins, and you finally let go, letting the pleasure take over completely. Your back arches, your body convulsing beneath him as you reach your release, a cry tearing from your throat.

Jungwon isn’t far behind. With a final, punishing thrust, he follows you, spilling himself into you with a harsh grunt, his body shuddering against yours. He stays there for a moment, his breath ragged as he rests his forehead against yours.

For a few seconds, neither of you move. The weight of the moment, the intensity of the connection, fills the room with a suffocating heat.

When Jungwon finally pulls away, his expression is unreadable, but there’s a flicker of something deeper in his eyes. Satisfaction? Possession? You can’t quite tell.

But you know one thing for sure: this game is far from over. And you’ve just given him everything he’s wanted.

Jungwon pulls away from you, his breath heavy as he watches you with a mixture of satisfaction and possessiveness. You can barely focus on anything but the intense aftershocks still rippling through your body. The air is thick with the remnants of your intimacy, the weight of what’s just transpired settling heavily on both of you.

But just as you're about to breathe a sigh of relief, something changes. The sound of footsteps echo through the hallway, distant but growing louder with every passing second. The heavy thuds of boots on concrete make the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

Jungwon tenses beside you, his body rigid, his eyes narrowing in the direction of the noise. He’s alert now, the ease that once filled the air between you replaced by a cold, calculating intensity. He grabs your wrist firmly, pulling you into him, hiding you in the shadows of the room.

“You stay quiet,” he whispers fiercely, his grip tightening on you. His voice is full of warning, but also something else—something darker. “We can’t afford any distractions.”

Your heart races in your chest as you try to steady your breathing, but the tension in the air is suffocating. The footsteps are getting closer. It’s clear someone else is in the game, and they’re not here to play nice.

Suddenly, the door to the room you’re in creaks open, and the tall figure of another player steps inside. He’s a stranger to you, tall and broad-shouldered with dark eyes that seem to gleam with malicious intent. His gaze flicks over to where you and Jungwon are hidden, and a slow smile spreads across his face, like he’s already figured out what’s going on.

“Well, well,” the stranger says, his voice smooth and almost mocking. “Looks like we have a little game of our own going on here.”

Jungwon steps forward, his body blocking you from the stranger’s view, his posture tense with warning. His eyes narrow into a sharp glare, a subtle but unmistakable possessiveness radiating off him.

“You should leave,” Jungwon warns, his voice low and dangerous. “This game doesn’t involve you.”

The stranger’s laugh is low, almost a chuckle, as if he finds the situation amusing. “Doesn’t involve me? I think it does. You’re in my territory now. And I’ve never been one to share.”

Without missing a beat, he takes a few steps closer, his eyes locking onto yours, a predatory gleam in them. He steps into your personal space, his presence oppressive and suffocating. He’s no longer looking at Jungwon but you, as if you’re the only thing that matters now.

“I think you and I could have some fun,” the stranger says, his voice dripping with something darker, more twisted. His hand reaches toward your arm, his fingers lightly brushing against your skin, sending a cold shiver down your spine. “What do you think?”

You flinch back instinctively, the unease rising in your chest as your mind scrambles to make sense of the situation. Your body still reacts to his touch, but not with the same warmth that Jungwon’s presence brings. No, this feels like danger—like he’s testing the waters to see how far he can push you.

Jungwon moves in front of you, his body a solid wall between you and the stranger. His eyes flare with fury, his jaw clenched tightly, but his voice remains unnervingly calm. “Touch her again, and I’ll make you regret it.”

The stranger raises an eyebrow, clearly unfazed by Jungwon’s threat. “Is this how you think you’ll keep her? Through intimidation? You’re playing a dangerous game, boy.”

But before Jungwon can respond, the stranger steps closer, his gaze shifting from Jungwon back to you. He’s closing the space between you, and you feel trapped. The unease builds as his hand moves to your face, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear in a disturbingly gentle motion.

“Such a pretty little thing,” he murmurs. His breath is too close to your skin, and you feel your stomach churn with disgust. “You could do so much better than him.”

Your heart races in your chest, and your mind reels. This is it—this is the moment where everything could shift. If Jungwon doesn’t act fast, this stranger could take you from him, could make you another pawn in this twisted game.

Jungwon steps forward, his posture aggressive now, like he’s ready to strike. His hand grabs the stranger’s wrist, jerking it away from your face with a force that makes the other man wince. The tension in the room is so thick, it’s suffocating.

“I said,” Jungwon growls, his voice low and dangerous, “stay the hell away from her.”

The stranger glares, but there’s a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes now. He’s no longer so confident, no longer so sure that he can take what he wants. Jungwon is in full control now—dominant, possessive, unwilling to let anyone else touch what’s his.

The stranger hesitates for a moment, looking between you and Jungwon, calculating his next move. Finally, after a long, tense silence, he chuckles darkly.

“You’re lucky, kid. This time.” He sneers, his gaze once again settling on you. “But don’t think I won’t be back.”

With that, he turns and storms out of the room, the door slamming behind him with a resounding thud.

You’re left standing there, your heart racing, your body still trembling from the encounter. Jungwon remains still for a moment, as if measuring the situation, before turning to you. His expression is cold, controlled, but there’s a flicker of something behind his eyes—something possessive and dangerous.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice softer now, but still laced with an intensity that makes your pulse quicken.

You nod, but your mind is still reeling from the stranger’s touch, from the way he made you feel like a prize to be won.

“I’ll make sure no one else touches you,” Jungwon says firmly, his hand reaching for yours. “You’re mine. No one else gets to play with you.”

You look up at him, meeting his gaze, and you can see it—the promise in his eyes. He’s not going to let anyone take you from him. And maybe, just maybe, you don’t want that either.

[low1key]

: ̗̀➛ALICE IN BORDERLAND

SHUNTARO CHISHIYA ———————————————————

about Chishiya, since the show watered him down ;p he actually was kind of heartless and never understood the concept of life and wasn't interested in it either. so if you're mad at someone for saying "awful" things he would have do, you're probably the one mischaracterizing him In his backstory (manga-based only), we learn that he was born into a family with no love and affection. his parents never showed interest in him; they only cared about work—actually, that much—that even if they didn't love each other anymore, they pretended to be happy so the hospital where the father worked—his father was the hospital head—wouldn't get into any scandals. chishiya basically grows up in a family with no feelings, and since he never got to know them, he still doesn't know them to this day. he wanted to check if he could feel anything by starting to work in his father's hospital as a student. he wanted to know if he could feel compassion toward any of the patients and if that would help him find an interest in life; guess what, it didn’t help, then he kind of gave up on himself and looking for any sense in life or finding a good in himself

but there was one thing that interested him since he was a child: it was the Mona Lisa painting. we see him looking at it, stating that he couldn't look away and that "everyone wants to be seen for who they are"; it is a reference to his history in various ways. first, the painting, in one of its meanings, is a visual representation of happiness. looking at what he said, it could be interpreted as him referring to his family, who are actually just pretenders and are "painted" happy. the second meaning refers to him, as he always felt different from others and viewed emotional people as stupid. because of that, other people couldn't understand him; he reminded himself of the painting when he tells arisu he just wanted someone to understand him. he said the Mona Lisa, in one theory, has been said to be Da Vinci himself dressed as a woman—which refers to people actually not knowing Da Vinci, just as people do not actually know and understand him.

in Borderland, his first game was 6 of Diamonds - a blackjack. there we could see how intelligent and observant he actually is. he never gambled before and was not only able to pick up the rules through observation but also invented a mathematical card counting method to decide how to bet. other players there couldn’t understand how a young man like him could act so calm and unbothered, but he simply had no concept of living and didn't care if he died or not. from the beginning, he only "helped" others when he saw they might be useful—that's why he helped Karube and gave him information about the beach since he was with Arisu, who he became interested in.

on the beach, he paired with Kuina, but they weren’t friends, as the show depicts; he had from the beginning planned to use her to steal the cards by himself when they were about to steal them together. he needed her to get closer to Arisu—to use him for his plan—he didn't care what was going to happen to them(arisu & usagi). kuina even asked him if he really didn't feel sorry at all, but of course, he doesn’t feel anything. Kuina later in the series even said she hates him just as much as she hates niragi 10 of hearts: after the start of the game, he leaves Kuina behind and is trying to kill Niragi; he says he's pissing him off since Niragi reminds him how awful he also is. both of them don’t care about other lives, killing and betraying them. Chishiya really hated niragi. he knew there was something wrong with him, but he couldn’t change and gave it up already in his backstory. he wants niragi dead so he won’t have to face the thought of how evil he actually is. also, when he learns Arisu is alive, he doesn’t try to solve the game; he knows Arisu will do it and that he doesn’t need to interfere. especially when it’s a heart game, he may be pretty good at them, but he doesn’t really like them since he isn’t good with emotions and never really understood other people's minds.

King of diamonds: there, as usual, Chishiya couldn't care less about his life and gives Kuzuryu the option to kill him. as i said, he never had the concept of life and was only in the borderlands looking for something interesting, like, for example, his beloved Mona Lisa painting. unexpectedly, Kuzuryu decides to sacrifice himself for Chishiya, which actually makes him wonder—how do people decide to sacrifice for others? Why do they do that? He contemplates the concept of empathy. Kuzuryu's sacrifice was like a breaking point for Chishiya because, before, Arisu's will to help others interested him, but what Kuzuryu did for him made him actually think about changing.

Arisu and Niragi: when the shooting started, because of what i wrote above and Arisu's speech before Usagi appears, he decides to take Usagi's bullet. He wants to do something nice in return, something out of character—as he said. he wanted to know how it feels to help others, to do something for someone instead of for himself. he then expressed thoughts about the Mona Lisa, stating he only wanted someone to understand him, and it happened to be Arisu and Niragi. He was glad to meet them and told Arisu his existence was just to show how empty humans can be—“I understand,” he responded. he came to the conclusion that he probably never wanted to learn about others and/or emotions because he was too jealous of them to think of it, viewing them as stupid instead. summarizing all his character: he was selfish, lacking humanity, and disinterested in life. so why, after all, did he decide to go back to the real world and survived the shooting? because of Arisu, Usagi, and Kuzuryu, he finally found a reason to live - to slowly change and try to understand what is humanity - i think that moment - him finding a reason to live - was the most beautiful part of his character. they were his new Mona Lisa, making him interested and causing him to think just like the painting did before; it was what he searched for in the borderland.

[elenor222]

Pairing: Shuntaro Chishiya × Reader

Fandom: Alice in Borderland

Summary: Chishiya abandons reader and they reunite in the King of Diamonds. Only one leaves the supreme court.

Word count: 1.6k

“Fuck fuck Chishi”

Chishiya groaned hearing his name on your tongue. His mouth sucked harder on your clit. He felt at authority when you let out those squeals of his name. You were a panting mess in his arms. Body arched to match Chishiya’s pace. Cunt gushing for the platinum man.

This was just another day on the beach for both of you. You weren’t exclusive per se, but there was no other for either of you. Things would change for the better in the real world, you hoped. You genuinely liked the man. The small things he did for you, always brushing off your insecurities and making you feel special.

It started when you were placed next to his room, the random Tuesday you arrived. He had only raised an eyebrow. You were wary of these people at first, so welcoming, so normal. But then you were let in on the executive secrets by Chishiya. And you could finally breathe knowing this was no safe haven the hatter proclaimed.

Chishiya had quickly taken a liking to you. You joined the same games and he protected you. And then one day when you went paired together, you had kissed his lips for a brief second with no announcement. Both of you were surprised but nonetheless, he liked it you presumed. Because since that day whenever you were not paired together, you always ended up in his room, gagging and moaning.

Likewise, you were kept safe in the 10 of hearts game. You were with Kuina when Momoka was killed. There was no way for either of you to be the killer. And so you hid where Chishiya told you to, never once coming out. That is until you smelled the smoke rummaging through the building. You were sure they had destroyed what remained of the beach.

Was it even okay to come out even when chishiya hadn’t asked you to? You couldn’t think much as you sprinted across the hallways in a coughing fit in search of the white hood, only to be disappointed. You watched the beach fall to crumbles. You only hoped the rest of your friends were okay.

And then you were left to fend for yourself. Living on scraps. You thought about chishiya often. You could finally see the clear picture; he had used you. Hatter had known you from the real life. He prioritised you, and through you, chishiya got his executive position. You laughed thinking about all the sympathetic looks Arisu and Usagi gave you. They’d known too.

Then the face cards showed up. With no option and time running out, you joined the jack of clubs. It was a bold feat, considering the clubs were group games, but it seemed better than dying of the king of spades’ ammo.

It was a simple game really, you had to climb the ropes until the jack of clubs fell. Which meant, you needn’t need keep to keep scaling, you had to form an alliance to trip the jack.

So that’s what you did, you held onto your rope and started to swing and tear at others. It wasn’t the best strategy, but it worked.

You left with the card on fire.

The closest next game was the king of diamonds, so you rummaged through the city getting to the place. You met Kuina and Arisu on the way, battered and bruised. They looked surprised to see you alive. There was no denying that they thought you couldn’t survive without Chisiya. So, you wished them the best and went ahead with a heavy heart.

The game was in the supreme court. Your eyes twinkled in amusement. You walked in picking up a flower from the garden. You tucked it in your matted hair. Breathing in and taking in the buzz of bees you felt alive in the longest time.

And there he was, shuntaro chishiya sitting in the leather seats, in all his glory. His eyes widened, which you perceived was, like others, surprise to see you alive. He quickly neutralised his face and give you a small wave. It was always like this even back at the beach, you wondered how you could miss the shady laughs he shared with Kuina when they saw you.

You forced a smile at him and took a seat. You were instantly locked in there with a water bowl resting above your head. Would you be poured acid on? You looked up and smirked. Not a ridiculous assumption considering the absurdity of the borderlands.

Kuzuryu, the former no. 3 sat as the king of diamonds. You weren’t particularly fond of this man, but you wouldn’t kill him either. Come to think of it, he and Mira always seemed to disappear in the early mornings. Back then you had assumed it was only an affair.

Chishiya said something to the man which he completely ignored as the rules of the game was explained.

BALANCE SCALE.

‘Oh. Mathematics.’ Was your first thought. You felt a at ease before you heart had quickened its pace.

The game was only clear when there was one remaining. As it would appear, both Chishiya and you, wouldn’t be leaving this room together. however bad the circumstances may be, you had assumed, there would be a truce. Isn’t that how the fairytale always ended?

Round 1.

You think about the calculations, the numbers, and his betrayal. But then none of it makes sense. You can’t win by logic. You need to think what the others were thinking. You look up and lock eyes with chishiya.

You choose 33 and turn your gaze at the other people, the king wins. Chishiya tries to sway him with his words, you get the technique, being the victim to the same. As the rounds go on, much are revealed about the other players. As the points go down, the room fills with tension. Asuma and Yashiro are the first to die in the 10th round.

Round 11.

It leaves the three of you and two new rules.

Chishiya guesses the exact number on round 12. Both you and kuzuryu lose two points. You drop to -7 and kuzuryu to -8. Chishiya was surprisingly at -9. He was playing with a different strategy you assumed. He wanted to test kuzuryu and his thesis of equality. You sympathised with him, sure, but how fair was the game when you didn’t even want to be there?

There were three options for you, choose 0 or 1 and if the other two chose the same, they’d lose all at once. Or if one chose the same as you and the other chose higher or lower, it was sure to cut out the guy who chose the same. You could choose at random too, and let the both guess your game. You weren’t going to die this round, and that was clear. So why not have some fun?

But you had to lose the round for Chishiya to live. Kuzuryu looked deep in thought. He would choose 1, you were sure. And if you chose the same it would bring both of you down two points and the king would be dead. Chishiya and you would be tied at -9. That is to say chishiya would have to choose any number other than 1 to win. You glanced up at chishiya.

He quirked his eyebrow’s understanding your indications. He had always assumed you weren’t this smart and not to mention, you could kill him as of now. You simply gave a discreet nod, and watched the round play itself.

Kuzuryu had done what you expected him to. He looked up you and your breathing stopped for a moment; you wondered if he could see through you whereas he wondered if his balance scale had fallen prey to mortal manipulation again. He closed his eyes and let out a sign. The took off his glasses and let a tear fall. You watched him, emotionless. Chishiya bid his goodbyes to him. The aqua regia fell on the King.

Three burning corpses and two shallow bodies remained.

You grinned at the Cheshire cat as the last rule was added.

“Was any of it even real?” you asked with a smile.

Chishiya looked down. He didn’t know what to say. He knew your birthday and your favourite song. But none of it was enough. It was never going to be. He was mean and you were blind. You were always a pawn to him. Both of you felt free to be released from the bonds that kept your heads clouded. He was moved by Kuzuryu and his past.

He closed his eyes. “I was a doctor” he said with a quaint voice.

You wondered if that was supposed to serve as some kind of closure. If that could determine who deserved to live. He glanced at the timer; he couldn’t be your lover. He’d not come this far to give up.

He chooses a 100 and shows you the pad. You feel the wind knock out of your lungs. You had two minutes on the clock, and there he was again making you think you had a choice. Kuzuryu, that bastard, sure made this game to bring balance.

You let out a chuckle. You chose your birth date.

GAME CLEAR

The robotic voice sang.

“For what’s it worth, I really liked you. I’ll win this for you” Chishiya let a smile slip.

Your lock unclasps. His hands grasp the table. His bowl starts to fill.

“I think, ill win it myself Chisi. Now, how about you give me the hoodie for old times’ sake?”

Authors note: wdym I posted twice in two days without receiving any response??????haha. Requests are open btw.

Likes and reblogs are appreciated. <3

[niragisimp]

The Burden of Healing (Part One)

A/N** .... Holy shit, I'm back.

Series Masterlist, Part Two

You sat up slowly, your head throbbing as you leaned away from the car door you had been against. Looking around into the silence, you notice the darkness looming overhead. Slowly you sat up, gasping at the pain in your head. Reaching back, you could feel the bump that had already formed, as tender as it was to the touch. You could sense the panic start to rise in your gut, trying to remain as calm as you could be, given your situation. This was the Borderlands, after all. Panic wasn't something that could be casually afforded.

You brought yourself up to your feet, groaning slightly at the pain in your back. It was a bit of a miracle, to be honest, the fact that you weren't already dead, considering. Your eyes scanned the area a bit and you took a deep breath. It seemed like once again, you found yourself alone in this world to fend for yourself.

Upon further exploration of the empty streets, you noticed the blimps in the sky, the lights from above shining down on the cards they held. Your thoughts were momentarily interrupted by the growling in your stomach. You hadn't eaten since yesterday, and although it wasn't necessarily a concern to you at this time, you couldn't find the others if you were dead from starvation - or worse.

It was surprisingly easy to find food, though it was already too spoiled and rotten for you to have any hope at all of consuming it. "Damn it..." You muttered under your breath, searching the second store in a row only to find everything already ransacked and spilled all over the floor. Your head whipped at the sound of a can falling onto the floor, your eyes meeting that of a scared young man. "W-wait!" You called out as he began running.

You ran after him, desperate for any kind of information. He must've heard the plea in your voice because he stopped, looking back at you with more curiosity than fear. The first good sign you've seen all day.

"You're... From that Beach place, right?"

He asked, nodding his head to the bracelet you still wore around your wrist. You cleared your parched throat, "Y-yeah, I am. Do you know what happened outside...?" You asked cautiously, hoping for any kind of information.

"The King showed up. Starting shooting at everyone in sight." You could feel your breath catch in your throat, the sound of gunshots returning to your memory. "Ah, that's right..."

The King of Spades. The first face card you had the luck of encountering. It was just the Beachgoers, as well as some ordinary players, walking through the town once light blessed the area enough to see. Nobody knew what to do exactly, but it didn't matter. Because the blimp of the King of Spades quickly descended upon them before anyone could even think to breathe for a moment.

"Do you happen to know where I could find any food that isn't spoiled?" You noticed the young man immediately looking defensive of the cans in his hands, "N-no, no! I don't want to take anything from you! I just... I don't know where my group went, and..." You trailed off, the sight of Chishiya knocking back a grenade away from the car you were supposed to get into with the other flashing through your mind.

"Hiriko."

Your attention snapped back to the young man, "Huh?"

"Hiriko." He held out his free hand, his other still clutching the clear sack of food cans. You outstretched your hand to shake his, "(Y/N)."

He nodded, humming a bit in acknowledgment. "I see. Follow me then." You gave him a curious look you're almost certain he paid no mind to as he started walking out the door. You hesitantly followed him through the streets of the abandoned city, remaining a decent ways behind him, just in case.

"You remind me of my little sister."

He paused, not looking back at you. "I can't guarantee you anything, but me and some others made a small camp a few floors up in that building over there." He gestured over to what was once an electronic outlet with apartments above. "You're welcome to join us, if you'd like."

Almost sensing your silence as hesitancy, he added, "You don't have to. But we have food, and our leader is pretty funny and laidback, considering." He offered a bit of a forced smile looking back at you. The thought of food confirmed your decision for you, softly nodding your head.

The sound of laughter erupted from the stairway, and it almost shocked you, to say the least. You could feel the eyes on you as you entered behind Hiriko, a few with questioning looks. A man stood, clasping Hiriko on his shoulder, not quite surprised to see you behind him. "Food! Nice job Hiriko! Let's get this sorted." Hiriko nodded at the man, joining the others around the table in what was once probably a community room of sorts. The man's attention turned to you now, his hand outstretched. "The name's Mizu. It seems Hiriko must've found you along the way. You're welcome here with us, as long as you pull your weight."

With that, the man named Mizu walked back towards the group gathered on the couches, all passing out the canned food scavenged by Hiriko. You slowly approached the group, trying to get a read on them. A great majority of the six greeted you warmly as you took a seat near Hiriko, making sure to keep an appropriate distance.

You couldn't even hide your shock as a can was opened and handed to you. Hiriko snickered a bit as he took the can on your behalf, placing a plastic spoon in the contents and nudging you with it, "Eat. You look like you haven't eaten in forever!" You carefully took the can, "T-thanks..." You murmured, your mouth already watering from the sight. You tried to take your time the best you could, but you found it difficult as soon as the cold beans hit your tongue. It earned a few chuckles from some select others, but as you glanced up, you noticed a pair of eyes nearly glaring at you.

"Oi, Zeke, stop with the glare man." Mizu nudged the man glaring at you as he muttered something under his breath, his gaze shifting back to his can of beans. The rest of the night went by without incident, coming to an end as Hiriko showed you to a private room. "This one can be yours. Always lock it at night, just in case." He offered a small smile as you nodded, "Thanks, Hiriko... I appreciate it."

DAY ONE

You awoke to the sound of knocking on your door, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you sat up, swinging your legs off the side of the stiff bed. Opening the door, you were not-so-pleasently greeted by the man named Zeke. "Get ready. We're going out."

He left as quickly as he came, leaving you in the doorway. It only took you moments to get ready, and you sighed remembering the running water you began to take for granted back at the Beach. You froze, feeling tears begin to swell as the thoughts you had been blocking began to surface quickly.

The last you saw of him was the ten of Hearts. He had a vicious smile, one you didn't quite recognize; or not on him, at least. Your lips began to tremble as the regret flooded in, your hands grabbing the sides of the sink in the bathroom to steady your shaking knees. "I should've... I should've tried harder... I could've..."

I could've tried harder to save him, to convince him that he didn't have to slaughter all these people for the fun of it. The one person in the world that had any hope of being able to reason with him, had run away because I was scared because I... I wasn't strong enough.

You quickly wiped your tears with shaking hands, stopping the thoughts from progressing any further. Niragi was gone, and crying wasn't going to change that. After this was all said and done, then you would have your time to grieve. But for now, you had to live, find Chishiya and Kuina and beat this sick world to a pulp so that maybe you could have a chance at returning home.

The group made small talk as the seven of you walked through the town, some telling inside jokes as they walked along. Hiriko stuck by you for the most part, probably sensing your unease. You kept your eyes on the sky, wary of the dreaded blimp that caused you and the others from the Beach to lose track of each other. These people seemed nice enough, or most of them did at least, and there was no harm in working together for the time being until you found Chishiya again.

Seemingly walking aimlessly, you nearly ran right into the back of Mizu. A bit startled, you followed everyone's gaze upward and felt your heart drop right into your stomach at the sight in front of you. There, hovering over the building, pieces gently swaying in the wind, it stood. The Queen of Diamonds.

You couldn't stop shaking. You managed to swipe some of the blood from your face, or so it seemed like it. There was barely time to look around; it shouldn't have had to be this way. Only Zeke and yourself managed to make it out alive from the group. Hiriko's final moments flash in your mind a bit, a final forced smile. Maybe you did remind him of his sister after all. Would he have done the same for her, if she was here?

There was a woman, the player Queen, that you recognized from the Beach. You never quite caught her name, but the others from the Beach seemed to trust her enough. She led your team to victory on the chessboard... If only the other team could've been saved too.

"Stop followin' me." Zeke muttered, glaring back at you. You stopped, your hand on the wall to steady the adrenaline crash running through your veins. "Huh...?" You glanced up, trying to focus.

"The others are dead. If your Visa wasn't the issue, they'd still be here. Now scram, before something worse than a fucking laser comes down on your ass."

You felt your shoulders tense automatically. But you didn't follow him, no. Just stared at his back until he disappeared, probably back to where the camp was. His words stung, but you couldn't deny that they were true. Your Visa was running out, and now that the face cards had begun... the thought of going out alone being suicide was a valid concern for anyone that made it this far. Hopefully.

Managing to make your way to a small bridge, you huddled underneath, raiding a car for a blanket you happened to see in passing. It was shabby, but it worked. Now all you had to do was fall asleep and pray the lives that died for you didn't feel like being cruel tonight.

[fraulein-turpentine]

The worst, most toxic, murderous couple I can think of, Chishiya and Niragi. I wouldn’t wish them on anyone except the other.

[kinkyniragi]

Until the debt is paid - Chapter 1: Taken

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader

Genre: Smut 18+

Word count: 1,4k

Summary: As payment for your father’s debt, you’ve been handed over to Thomas Shelby—a ruthless criminal with a reputation as dangerous as his smirk. Any hope for a swift resolution crumbles, leaving you entirely at his mercy. A hostage. A pawn in a game whose rules only he knows.

CN: Physical violence, power play, humiliation

Author’s note: After writing a lot of smut for Niragi from Alice in Borderland, I’m now diving into the world of Cillian Murphy. Feel free to leave comments and share my story if you enjoy it—I truly appreciate every bit of motivation to keep writing. Also, I’m not a native speaker, so if you spot any creative grammar choices… let’s just call them artistic liberties, eh?

***

When you meet him, his hands are in his pockets, his cigarette smoldering between his lips, and his eyes – sharp and assessing – never leave yours. A slow, knowing grin spreads across his face, a silent promise that whatever nightmare you’ve imagined is nowhere near the reality you’re about to experience.

***

Hours earlier

They came for you in the dead of night.

You barely had time to stir before rough hands seized you, a gag muffling your protests as a sack was yanked over your head. No matter how hard you fought, the struggle was over before it began. No surprise there—you were dealing with seasoned criminals. Kidnapping was probably just another item on their weekly agenda.

The journey was long, disorienting. The wheels of the carriage jolted over uneven cobblestones before the road gave way to rugged country paths. They took turns, doubled back, deliberately confusing your sense of direction. By the time the carriage finally lurched to a stop, you had no idea where you were.

***

Now, at dawn, you’re dragged from the carriage and dumped onto the cold, damp ground. The sack still covers your head, swallowing the weak morning light, muffling the murmurs of the men around you. Your captors seem to be handing you over to someone at your destination. Their boss?

A sharp voice cuts through the stillness. A command. Then—the snap of a whip.

Hooves thunder against the dirt as the carriage rattles away, its wooden wheels crunching over loose stones. The sound fades, swallowed by the eerie quiet, leaving only the cold air biting at your skin.

And then—

The sack is ripped from your head.

You blink against the pale morning light, your vision swimming. But even before your eyes fully adjust, you know exactly who stands before you. You recognized his voice the moment his men addressed him. And yet, knowing doesn’t soften the impact of seeing him.

Tommy Shelby.

The most notorious criminal in the city.

The man responsible for your abduction.

You scramble back instinctively, your palms scraping against rough dirt. It’s pointless, of course. A shadow of amusement flickers across Tommy’s face as he watches your desperate attempt to escape.

"It would almost be endearing if it weren’t so fucking pathetic. Where exactly do you think you’re going? I’d only have to reach out to drag you back."

Embarrassment burns through you as you drop your gaze. He’s right. Your flight response is utterly useless here. Instead, you struggle for composure and force yourself to confront him, your voice carrying a defiant edge.

"What do you want from me?"

Tommy exhales slowly, his breath visible in the cold morning air. He takes his time answering, letting the tension stretch unbearably thin.

"Your father," he finally says, "isn’t much of a businessman. Bad at keeping promises. Worse at paying debts."

He pauses briefly.

“Unpaid debts with Thomas Shelby tend to have… unpleasant consequences."

Yes—for me, you think bitterly. What do I have to do with any of this?

But you would never dare to say that out loud. Of course, you know why it had to be you. His only daughter. His most precious treasure. His greatest weakness. But you can’t shake the feeling that there’s something more to it…

“Too bad that you poor thing now have to pay for your father's misdeeds, right?” He sounds amused, without hiding a mocking, pitying undertone. Your stomach tightens. If he were only keeping you as collateral, he wouldn’t be talking about you ‘paying off the debt’. The implication is clear—and terrifying.

A firm grip closes around your wrist, yanking you to your feet. “Get up. You’re coming with me.” Tommy’s tone is sharp, leaving no room for argument. His hold is unrelenting as he pulls you forward, leading you toward a heavy wooden door. He pushes it open with ease. The scent of straw and damp wood fills your lungs as he pulls you inside.

A barn.

The realization settles uneasily in your chest. He’s keeping you here?

You bite your tongue, forcing yourself to stay calm. Any kind of physical resistance, any attempt to escape, would be pointless in your current situation—he’s stronger, faster, and you have no allies here. Struggling would only amuse him further. Instead, you let him shove you down like a lifeless doll onto what passes for a bed, rough straw scratching through your clothes.

Your gaze flickers to Tommy, searching his expression for a hint of what comes next. But he gives nothing away. He’s watching you closely, weighing something in his mind. You know what men like him do to their enemies’ women. And Tommy Shelby isn’t just any man. He’s a predator, a strategist, and if he senses weakness, he will carve it out of you piece by piece.

***

You remember the first time you met, and you could swear that your current plight is anything but a coincidence. Back when you had just started working at this bar, he was enjoying his whiskey when he bluntly asked you if you were a whore. When you said ‘no’ indignantly, he snorted contemptuously, emptied his glass in one go and replied:

"Then you have no business here."

In addition to his condescending manner, you didn't miss his look that showed that he had the power to make you his whore at any time. No, he wasn’t just waiting for your father to make a mistake.

You are pretty sure he provoked it to get hold of you.

***

He studies you for a long moment, unreadable. Then, with quiet authority, he says, “Listen carefully.”

You do. You don’t have a choice.

“There are rules,” he says. “You don’t try to run. You do as I say. Follow them, and your life here might even be… comfortable.”

His voice drops just slightly on the last word, lingering in the air like a promise—or a threat.

Your life here? How long does he think he can keep you? Your father will do everything in his power to get you back. He wouldn't abandon you. And yet, if Tommy only planned to hold you for ransom, why say your life here? Why make it sound as if you’d be staying longer than necessary?

A chilling realization comes to your mind. He didn’t just take you to leverage your father. No, Thomas Shelby isn’t a man who simply waits for things to fall into place.

He uses what’s in his possession. And right now, that includes you.

Anger flares inside you, burning hotter than fear. “Fine,” you snap. “I’ll keep my mouth shut, and you make sure my father pays. Then I assume my carriage home will be waiting.”

For a moment, he says nothing. But Thomas Shelby wouldn’t be Thomas Shelby if he let such defiance go unpunished.

The slap comes fast, sharp, tilting your head with the force of it.

White-hot pain blooms across your cheek. Your breath stutters, but you bite down the sound. You won’t give him the satisfaction.

Tommy leans in slightly, his voice quiet but razor-edged.

"It would be a shame," he murmurs, "if I had to inform your father that his precious collateral had met with an… unfortunate accident." He smirks. "Simply because it refused to cooperate. If I were you, I’d reconsider my attitude. Quickly."

Seething, he grabs a rusty chain, likely once used to tether horses, and locks a shackle around your left wrist, securing it to the chain. It’s just long enough for you to lie down with your arm outstretched on the straw-covered floor.

Without another word, he tosses a thin blanket at you and turns to leave. But before he steps outside, he pauses. The dim morning light catches the sharp cut of his profile as he glances back over his shoulder, watching you for a beat too long.

Then, with a smirk, he murmurs, “Sweet dreams.”

The heavy door swings shut, plunging the stable into a hushed stillness, broken only by the sound of your own breathing. The scent of straw and leather lingers in the air, but so does something else—the phantom heat of his gaze, the unspoken threat in his voice.

You lie motionless, staring at the ceiling, heart pounding. The worst part isn’t the shackle around your wrist.

It’s the fact that deep down, you’re no longer sure whether you fear what Tommy Shelby plans to do with you… or whether you crave it.

Chapter 2: Thirst>>

[urperfectcinnamonroll07]

Hello! I just found your account and your writing is incredible!

If you still accept requests, could I request gender neutral! reader x Chishiya Shuntaro from Alice in Borderland, established relationship, post-borderland, movie night that ends with smut, slow, gentle and lots of praise?

Thank you and have a great day/night!

Movie Night

requested?: yes pairing(s): shuntaro chishiya x gn!reader genre: smut(ish) warning(s): oral (m recieving), dirty talk (a little), reader kinda takes the lead on this one icl summary: 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩... word count: 465 a/n: God, i feel like ive posted a lot. honestly, i know i said i would edit the 'bite me' fic, but i dont think i should. i think i should just leave it the way it is. lmk if i should. i honestly didnt know how to write this, so i contacted a friend (dottieisdotting) and she told me i should just write a blowjob, so sorry if this is short. on another note, give dottieisdotting some love because her work is absolutely amazing! i will tag her below. anyways, remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! -Cilla tags: @dottieisdotting (love you girl!)

it was distracting you.

and it was distracting you more than you would like to admit. you wanted it in your mouth. you wanted him in your mouth. not wanted, needed.

he was just sitting there, you didn’t know what had gotten into you, but you just couldn’t help the thoughts in your mind that you wanted his cock in your mouth. his legs were spread and he had joggers on with that dammed hoodie that was half zipped.

god, you were literally going feral. you were trying to get his attention, do anything that would get him to acknowledge you, do anything that would help you to relieve the fact you were going absolutely mental beside him. but he was too invested in that damn movie to even look your way, to acknowledge that you needed anything you could get.

you had your hand resting on his thigh, quite far up, chishiya had his hand resting on top of it. it was so domestic, he didn’t know what effect the joggers were having on you. The tiniest bit of skin was poking out from in-between his hoodie and his joggers which were low on his hips. you kept quiet, but you kept looking over at him.

“you keep staring at me as if you’re expecting something” he says with his monotonously, glancing over at you, you move your hips subconsciously, looking down at his crotch and licking your lips.

chishiya’s eyes lit up, he knew what you wanted.

“come suck it then” he mutters softly, you immediately get on your knees in front of him, he helps you take his joggers off.

you immediately took him in your mouth, taking him all the way in your mouth until his cock hit the back of your throat, making you gag and him groan. he put his hand on the back of your head, holding you there as he put his head back.

you waited until your throat got used to the feel before you began bobbing your head, making chishiya groan and swallow thickly, making his adams apple bob up and down.

you were happy you were finally getting what you wanted after laying all night waiting for him to do something about what he had caused.

your head kept bobbing, your hand cupping and massaging his balls.

his groans were getting progressively louder and more needy as you continued to bob your head and make him feel good, his hand was guiding your movements, making them more measured and meaningful.

it wasn’t long before pleasure overtook him and his warm seed was down your throat. you swallowed and sat back on your heels, wiping your bottom lip with your thumb and smiling up at him, he was panting and sweaty, but you were satisfied.

[myraniellejkelly]

𝘈 𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘐.

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Pairings: Geum Seong-je x reader (Dok Euigi)

Content includes: little angst, female!reader being named Dok Euigi and speaks another language, Geum Seongje is one big cocky bastard, vulgar/suggestive language, violence, cigarettes, consist of stalking, implied female!reader being abused and toxic relationship.

Bold text stated female!reader speaking in different language.

Summary: Geum Seong-je had grown a fond of you from the moment he was overly fixated by your presence, that it pisses him off.

A/N: I have watched weak hero class season 1 months ago and finished season 2 during April the 26th. I’m still writing for Alice In Borderland, so first time writing about Weak Hero Class 1.

Sorry about the waits, too much going on at school and even during weekends is busy, but so far I’ll be writing another part of this fic and might be doing some of the previous fics, supposedly finish by the time I’ll organized my unfinished drafts.

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During his gaming days, him and his subordinates were at the gaming center, Seongje was focused on annihilating you from another tea. He sighs and gotten used to winning, that was until he slowly glares at the screen in making him clicking his tongue; he obviously offended and clicking keys. You were there at the far front seat of the corner—where he met your presence, he start to get so distracted and that started him to feel piss, at the sight of you.

The first time he ever encounter was when that time he first met you, to him he feel unfamiliar by your presence. He saw you just right there. You minding your business and you didn't know you were actually competing with him; Seongje scoffs and gritted his teeth, trying to keep calm or cool, breaking a neck and stretch as he kept typing keys on the keyboard. While you were typing quicker as you shot your opponents, then facing at him as you launched it.

Boom.

He was shocked and panted with a grin in a chagrin manner, Seongje felt defeated in looking at the screen; he removed his headphones and put it down on the table, “Fucking shit,” he mutters. You were left unbothered as you get off the chair, and move your headphones off. Seongje saw your screen; he was clicking his tongue and scoffs with a smile, he was at the verge of annoyance, which somehow he watches you. He notice you by the far front, that now banging on the table as he can't believe it. “That bitch...” he came muttering again, watching you leaving and from his own gaze—he grown a fond of you from the moment. “Hmm... should've known...”

Every time in every day, you were there all day and all the time, you beat him coldly without a sweat. Afterwards, Seongje took a photo of you—so he could wonder if he could find you. Six minutes later, he was smoking outside, staring down and hadn't broke an eye contact over a photo of you. He was slamming on a random kid from Eunjang high; he was clearly being assaulted badly as he was dropped to the ground, after he beat up a Eunjang kid, so is the others. Seongje sighs, feeling desperate in finding you. The subordinates took care of it when he walked away, “Where could she be...”

You were there at the street corridor being captured by your soon-to-be-ex boyfriend, Byun Jaehan, who keeps yelling at you. You were living in anger when you stare at him coldly, “Give me the damn money, you bitch!”

You rolled your eyes and took out the amount of won, since you do keep most of it for yourself, instead your ex was likely used for gambling purpose. You give it to him then he snatch it roughly at your hand, you were looking down and silently angered as your clenched hands out into a fist. “Ain't that so hard? Huh?” he said, placing his hand towards your face, as there were little gestures that hadn't change throughout the years, he still love you. Jaehan was easily making you feel belittle about yourself, he looks down at you like you still love him in a way. Seongje saw it coming while he spy and see it: “Interesting.” Then your ex was caressing your face, grinning at you like a psycho and that he dryly laughs, “How about a kiss, hmm?”

“Those uniforms looked familiar...” Seongje took a glance to what he spy on. While you kiss him, like you missed the single part of him in the past as Jaehan kissed you back. You broke it off and tiredly looked away as your eyes looked empty, Seongje sighs and look down at photo of you as he was about to deleted. “Guess, there's no luck.”

By the looks of your face—it gotten swollen, bruised up or beaten, that he start to see it from you as he inhale his cigarette as he sigh.

“Huh... this isn't romantic?”

As Seongje was about to move from a single step, not until when you slapped his arm away from your face, then walked away as you tried to get away with it, your ex's annoying grin as much as he was shown to be more greedy. A condescending and intoxicating asshole he is. You've grown to be more and more tired; you turned sickly like an undeadly corpse—a zombie, could say. Arms and knuckles with band aids and bandages, you look a little unwell and felt thinner.

“Babe, you're not gonna do me shit again, are you?”

You stayed silent.

“You were filled with potential and now you look pathetic than ever,” he spoke seriously with eye to eye. “You suck like you haven’t went outside in days and I'm just here checking on you, would you mind if I bring my friends around to watch you?” then he laughed as it pisses you off.

It was then you manage to pull a fight, as you snap out of it and you were tired of playing the weak and be feared by him, all day. Seongje watches you brutally hitting him, using your bag in swinging across his face as you dropped it on the ground, your ex falls to the ground as well as you kicked him in the chin. Jaehan spits out blood and cough as he grins at you, “Babe, have you now grown some senses?” he asks, “you think you could beat me?”

“Fuck you!”

Then you step towards his ankle roughly as you heard it snapping from it—you fractured his ankle in one go, firmly. Your ex came screaming in agony while you kept going further into paralyzing him, Seongje was surprise and whistled in impressed as he smokes, “So she’s some classic, mad bitch like I thought she was.”

But from that moment, you stop and step back like you attempted in murdering your ex, you just moved and walked away. Seongje sighs, “Aw...” he inhaled his cigarette then sighs, “...oh come on, you miss the good parts. God, I didn’t know she’s some kind of coward, does she?” he scoffs and rolled his eyes. Itching the back of his head and thinks about what was he doing from that moment. “But why am I trying to get you?” he mutters as you run away like a coward.

He flicked his cigarette as it lands on the ground, Seongje walk to your ex after you left him there. He stepped onto his cigarette and approached to Jaehan, he saw his tag. Seongje laughs and grins, “Oh, you're one those guys,” he said, “that goddamn asshole's classmate? A Yeo-II student?”

Shown from his uniform and his name tag, you and your ex were at the same school as Na Baekjin. Seongje must've suspected, "Byun Jaehan," he called him, tapping on his body with his foot, in checking if he is still alive and asks, "You okay there, bud?" as he waves.

Jaehan face at him as he clench his teeth, while the blood drips across the lining of his teeth and nose; his eyes were red just as he tried to get up from being on the ground against the wall, at a street corridor. "W-Who... the fuck are you?"

As Seongje squat down and showed the photo to him, “Do you know where she went?” as he gone mad.

“The hell do you want?”

“Where is she?”

While he came hissing in pain and felt the agony from his ankle. “THIS AIN’T MY FUCKING PROBLEM!!”

Seongje slowly stands up, sighing and replied, “Okay,” then he came stomping onto his other ankle harder. Jaehan screams in agony while he asks him calmly again, "Where is she?"

“I-I don’t know! W-Where she is!! Agh!! Shit! My ankle s-shit!!” he screamed, “she went that way! Fuck!!” as your ex pointed to where she might be and the fact you were walking home. Seongje move his leg off and is about to walk away, just as if he wants to finish off where you started.

The last thing your ex ever saw him was when Seongje smile and wave, “Bye! Bye!” then he quickly frown and broke his arm into shreds and laugh, while he scream more then he was grabbed by the hair and was slam firmly against the brick wall. Lastly, he was kicked in the face in leaving your ex lost consciousness as he was enable or supposedly fainted, leaving the blood spilling from his head.

Seongje panted and laughs menacingly, fixing up his hair just as he stares down at his unconscious body, leaving him in the street corridor. He put his hands on his jacket and walk off. Seongje had walked for five minutes, whistling, then he saw you as he was leaning against the brick wall. He was watching you sitting in the bus stop. He sighs and took another photo of you, “Maybe, not today…”

At some other day, when he sees you again; you were there at the bowling alley, all alone despite that you were hanging out with a couple of friends—who are not entirely friends at the same school—your ex's friend. You never actually joined them for bowling, so you were just playing one of those arcade1up games in relieving your stress over something.

“Oh, look who’s here,” he murmur, walking by right beside you and watches you beating up his score. Seongje nods, “You’re one sick bitch,” he mouthed.

You were too focused on your score, then he saw your knuckles were being wrapped in bandages, and you had a black eye from your right eye and bruised lips. He could see that miles away, knowing those friends aren't exactly that kind of people to hang with. Seongje completely staring at you despite that it didn’t grab your attention on him, clearly Seongje slowly wave his hand out to you. But you indeed ignore him for how it makes you stressed out.

“Hello?”

Clearly he was trying to grab your attention for once, but he keeps on annoying you of the same hello several times. He clicked his tongue and getting really impatient here to talk to you.

“You got into a fight again?”

You were clearly showing signs that you were about to say something, but you start to ignore it and keep on beating the highest score in the game.

“You’re not the kind of talkative type dare you? Okay,” he said, leaning in onto something and rest his face towards his palm, while gazing at you. “Why aren’t you with your friends, ay? Are they friends? Are they to come and beat you up? Are those your ex’s friend perhaps?”

You slammed onto the controllers keys and finally meeting his presence, had made you thick and thin as if the glass brokes the barrier between you two, you coldly stare at him. While you were defeated and leave you with the highest score on the screen.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Hmm?”

“Shut up,” you finally spoke quietly out loud as he could hear it from you, you were getting off the seat.

Seongje raise a couple of eyebrows at you, slowly smiling at you as a threat, he dryly laughed and look down on you, “Is that a way to talk to me? Try me."

There comes a warning.

You were standing so still as you notice how quick you look down at his fist, turning back to him as if then you broke that cold stare from you and turn away. You were clenching your hand firm as you quickly escape away from him, simply you start to act afraid of him. It just shows you how you’re weak and mentally and can’t do no good to get involved.

You always never liked to fight but you did it anyways, just how much it pisses off when you did it to your ex. Those friends notice you as if then they watch you grab your stuff and storm off, you were too focused on leaving that your phone falls from your pocket. Seongje sighs and mumbles from his breath, picking your phone from the ground.

Leaving him watching you leaving the bowling alley, then turn back to your phone and see the screen: a picture of you and your ex. Seongje nods after seeing it and dryly chuckle, “Mind if I do…” he murmurs and grins.

Then he turns to your friends and he quickly frown, leaving them turning away and continue hitting pins down.

Afterwards, he gradually guesses the password after three attempts, then he saw your information includes: photos, social media, text messages, and others.

“How did this bitch didn’t have a name in any of it?” then he hissed and inhaled his cigarette. You were actually hiding most of the photos in your hidden photos, that leaves him only you in some of the photos that isn't related to revealing your names. So he is just watching you and your ex in most of the photos, “Well, damn that's shit...”

Meanwhile you were at the bus stop and just so suddenly, you felt something off about how empty is the pocket from your jacket. You realized that it was in the bowling alley and you were like:

“Shit.”

Just the other day, you were always walking after school all alone and you haven’t gotten those annoying bruises and wounds to heal up from it. Those things in your body had only been there with you for weeks, then another newly ones: you were really an easy target to be beaten up to the pump and especially how much some guys like to tug on. From all of that, you were about to snap than a second like your bones were about to feel like thin sticks snapping.

But how in the hell are you still standing?

Just after several times, comes from your ex, comes from those friends you hangout, yet you’ve still been holding up like a goddamn senseless thing. Those stuff always hurts when you felt it thrilling and to grab some senses, giving others a medicine, to shut them up.

A few days later, you came back at the gaming center when you were playing against another team. Seongje saw you once again as he remove his headphones and came by, going behind you as he approach. But you quickly log off and caught his arm as you were about to punch him, you look very frail and yet you looked like his easiest target to beat up with. You move his hand away and told him your last straw, “Back off,” then you storm off as same as usual. He came clicking his tongue and chuckle, smiling in anger and turn to his subordinates to come and get you.

You were outside and saw the others, surrounded by you and you dropped your bag and turned to them. When Seongje came out, yawning and saw everyone had beaten up by one girl, you're hands were bloody as you spit out of your own blood on the ground, giving an eye to him. You turn away and carry your bag and walk away out of sight, you were shown to be quite of a fighter like you remember in the past. But it gives you bad memories and that's why you never want to fight—but you already did, like now you’re going back to your old troubled habit in defending yourself and survive from everything.

“You all motherfuckers fight like an incompetent piece of shit,” he said in a calming, low anger voice, while already started smoking from his cigarette. “Do I have to fucking babysit of each one of you to get some common sense in mind?”

“N-No, sir!” said a Ganghak student, who had a bloody nose.

“Sir, my ass,” he replied, as his patience had grown thinner at the moment he got his own temper being shown, inhaling his cigarette. “You're giving me so much embarrassment when I gave you all a simple direction, isn't that so hard?”

“W-Well, Seongje, that girl fight like a retired martial arts, street fighter, she’s like the same level as Baekjin in a different way,” he told Seongje, “She’s fucking small, quick-witted, and unpredictable, she must've known something.”

He nods after knowing something about her, “Perhaps because of me who stole her phone.”

“What?”

He flicked his cigarette away and turn to him, “Don’t question it, kid, learn what's like to pull a real fight,” then he walked away.

The upcoming day as you were walking home from school, Seongje was walking at different direction as you walk past in the street corridor just then seconds ago; you stop and heard his footsteps had gotten quiet. In fact he knows that you were still standing about five feet apart. You sigh and dropped your bag and jacket on the ground, you came prepared. Seongje heavily groan and tired, like he had to go through all of this everyday.

“Fucking hell,” he mutter, rolling his eyes. “Why is it always me?”

Seongje turns to you and asks you: “What?” like he hadn’t done anything. You were taking a deep breath and move quick as a cat, approaching to him in aiming his head with your leg, but got blocked quickly and pushed your leg away. Seongje drag a punch at your face as you move quickly to the side as he kept punching you, then he heavily panted while you stand there strangely with gaze. Hands behind you as you tilted your head at him, he scoffs with a grin. “Damn... you’re really giving me a piss off look, okay,” Seongje nods, raising his hands up, “am I in trouble?”

You stayed silent as much as you look afraid in the inside, you were quite guarded yourself. You were moving one step as the click of your booted heel, made a quick reaction to him as he come quicker like a flash in swinging his punch once again at you, you lay back into a dodge as your hands was on the ground; you lift up your legs backward and land back on the ground as you quickly go down, in kicking him off the ground as he fall. Seongje was on the ground and smile in anger—he never expected from your fighting style to be something. He slam on the ground and sighs, you came quickly than usual as you mid-air twirl into a flip as you were about to slam his face towards his heel, but Seongje quickly got up and move out of the way.

He dryly chuckle and mutters in frown, “What the fuck is this, a circus shit?” then he sees you confronting him closer with a punch, luckily he move quickly. “Holy shit, that got me for real.” Seongje stares at your eyes and caught your wrist, you were looking sharp with your cold facade. You were calm and collective as much strength in bearing to compare to his, you were always making that gaze on him into making him question. Out of nowhere, you side flip and came behind him after you landed; the right moment as you kick him off the side of his left cheek with the outer sole of your boot heel. You got his arm off from your wrist while he stumbles and felt his cheek—he was offended by you. “This bitch knows how to play the game, oh fuck me,” as he smiles.

You gave him a cold glare as you slowly put down your foot after you kick him, “Is this the reason why among your gang tried to fought off with me, plenty of little wussies and pussies, really don't know what they're messing with.”

Seongje laughs and quickly frown as he fully engaged in grabbing multiple punches left and right, the fact your speed match up with him as you move back from dodging a couple punches, that you punch him back as well as he dodges; you two fight like cats and dogs all over the place. You keep moving as much as you tried to stick out with his fighting style; you manage to outstand him. You attempted to kick him and so he dodges and block back at you, Seongje begin to kick you in the face as you lost balance and then he punches at you as you fall to the ground that you were pushed off, distance away.

You both panted and look at each other’s eyes, you slowly get up then he ran and quickly punch you again, while you duck under him as he missed a punch as you ran to your jacket. You pick it up and come around as you fastened up in the air, as you spin and rotate from your leg to another at his face and landed. Then you turned around and swing your leg for another kick; Seongje caught your ankle as you were hoping around, he was gripping firmly as he was about to hit your leg. As you re-adjust your whole body and turn around as he lost his grip, then you turn back around and kick him in the face this time.

Seongje groans and felt his nose bleeding as it drips to the ground, he snickers then laughed menacingly. Then he gone mad, “You bitch,” he mutters, then he proceed in dragging another punch while you used your jacket as a weapon. You blocked and distance yourself as a way to kept his punches more easy to go on, then you kick him off onto his chest away from you. You were then back flipping into kicking his face again but he gradually moved back, then you swing your jacket at his face. Seongje came swinging with a kick in attempted to drag you down, but you came flipping then land your hands to the ground, then land back on your feet as you kept blocking. You were trying to get his hands in the way, back or front then captured his hand with the amount of strength you had and tried.

You were kept steady in dropping him down to the ground and went ahead in hitting leg and mostly to his shin. Seongje stumble to the ground and felt so lost, then he went back up in kicking up right at your chin you were hit. He may have let you fight this easy at first, but the second is he is not going easy on you; he’s gonna put all of his strength to put up with you. He grabbed your jacket while you tried to get him to let go, struggling. You believe that you’re gonna win on him, when he snatched your jacket away as he grabbed your hair and put you down, so he could easily hit towards your gut about six times as you groan. Your jacket was thrown off—feet away from you, then you were pulled and pushed out as he quickly launches a kick, right at your face in leaving you bleeding from your mouth as you spit it; you fall with a thud as you roll over against the wall as it hits.

He scoffs and grinned, “Hadn’t gone this far, yet you really went ahead of me,” he said, panting, “others say you were retired martial arts, street fighter. You’re really not like those cheap karate kids, who got beat up so easily because of their classic stunts won’t work.”

You move slowly and held your arms towards the ground, looking at him. “I see other people who look just like you,” you spoke in Japanese, “yet they’re foolish when they fight back, because of their ego and temper had always use as a significant tool. You may have seen others fight, but I’m a retired versatile martial artist, bitch.”

Seongje felt confused on what you said, he came approached to you and squat down, “What?”

You rolled your eyes and spoke back in Korean, “I’m a retired versatile martial artist,” then you slowly cuss out to him, “bitch, do I have to fucking repeat myself?”

He laughed, “No wonder, you could use one of those skills,” then he heard you coughing out blood, you were glaring at him as you clench your jaw. Letting your hand into a ball on the ground, “You gonna punch me back to get that jacket?” then you spit blood at his face.

Seongje moved the blood off from his face and clenched his teeth and proceed, “You bitch,” he laughs through anger and pulling you up from the ground, in hitting you against the wall in strangling you. You were grunting and panting as you grip onto his wrist in attempted to push him off, but the brute strength got him to the point you were grasping for air as much as you tried to think quickly. Your views on him who makes that grin and that intimidating gaze, it was impossible for you to escape the fact when you look at him—it reminded you of your ex, Jaehan.

“You listen here, bitch, I’m only trying to let this thing slide but you leave me on a dead thread with you. Don’t test me,” he said, losing his patience and that it triggers you. You were remind it by the same tone but different words that your ex said to you, you suddenly broke a look and become feared. Your eyes were hinting of what you’re feeling right now, that you tried to look away but he moves to look at you. “I'm talking to you,” he laughs.

“Tch... bullshit,” you mouthed and looked down as you silently gulped, then you turned back and felt weak. “J-Jaehan... stop... p-please...” you were shaking and clenched the sleeve of Seongje.

His gaze softened from the moment he first saw you overwhelm, which it distracts him—he lost his grip on you, “Eh?” as he raise his eyebrow at you. Then you used your sharp nails in gripping under his sleeve quietly and quickly scratch towards left arm, leaving him screaming and a claw mark, “AH SHIT!” as he move back. You cough and tried to breathe normally as the drips of blood from your sharp nails, you gave him that exact eye as before while he look back at you. You hissed and act like stray cat who turns violent, “Damn, you bitch!”

Your heart beats quicker, like the adrenaline is kicks in; you were quicken in slashing him across his face with your sharp nails, leaving him another cut at his face. He hiss in anger then back slap at your face as you dodge. Seongje tried to predict your next move but it distracts him when you're giving him the stare, he was clearly being tested by your presence and motives. You go back fighting back with him as you swing each one of your hands left and right with a pair of claws, he dodge at a quick speed as he move back when it comes to you slashing with your sharp nails another to another at his face; he whistled in amazed and annoyance.

Then Seongje came sneaking around and catch both of your bony wrists; tightened like most of your wrists were about to break or snap. You were hissing in pain, and that it escalated so quickly that your attempts had left you to feel weak, you were mentally in distress after you were shaken from being strangle—that it reminds you of your ex. But the amount of things that it got in the way, you manage to fight back and handle how difficult it is to be with, who constantly merciless and continuously fighting off until you'll fall.

You resist from screaming and clenched your jaw tightened through pain as you pushed your whole body down, and move your head down under his chin as you move your head back up, hitting him as he groan as you two move feet away and panted. Seongje felt his jaw—after you head butted him. You were standing so still that he stare back at you while you observe him.

You stare at him more than 3 seconds, causes him to rapidly move quicker like the flash and beat you back, then swung his fist at you but you cup from your palm and tried to forcefully push him. Seongje was susprise and raise both of his eyebrows at you, then you pulled his arm in hitting with your elbow, as it clashes right at his arm. He grunted as you swing your leg up to his face for a kick, but he grab you by the ankle again as you tried to tug away or maybe you could turn around and do it again; his grip was firm and secured as the possibilities that he might injure your leg but you suck in that pain. As you were small compared to him, he manage to swing you around and throw you in the air. Everything he does in attempting to kill you—doesn't affect on you, you were quick and skilled, the amount of hours of you two fighting. You were always pulling an eye contact on him to make him this furiously annoyed by you.

While you were being thrown out, you effortlessly flipped and landed on the ground as you were slide as the claws begin to scratch towards it, and now grab your jacket.

He furiously frowns, in showing his teeth and scoffs in irritation, “Motherfucker,” he mutters and felt like being played by your games. He rolled his eyes and turned back to you and said, “Right, cats always land on their feet.”

“Perhaps a dog should start barking: fuck you.”

Seongje laughs and mockingly barks at you, feeling very impressed by you. You were more than just a common bitch—you’re just a girl who got the society rejected you itself, leaving you surviving against the world. He sighs and adjust his glasses with his middle finger, in flipping you off then he move his hand out, curling his fingers in telling you to come over here. You let out a yell in focused as you ran to him, he come laughing like a maniac and also ran over to you.

Seongje swung his fist while you handstand and lift your legs up; you drag one leg onto his shoulder as you swing around, rotating yourself from coming front to behind, while you wrap your jacket around his neck. You came wrapping your legs around his neck as the two of you fall to the ground; interlocking your legs and both of of the sleeves from your jacket into a cross, around the back of his neck as you were pulling him as rough as you possibly can, in strangling him even further.

He was caught off guard by you from that moment, that he'll never forget that he was easily being beaten by you.

He kept hitting your leg as you were hissing in pain, gritting your teeth. “F-Fu-Agh-ck!” Seong-je dryly scream and smiled, he came laughing while struggling to get you off of him. Seongje put his legs on the ground and lift you up a little, then he falls back as you got hit the back of your head. Eventually, you leave him with another scratch from the exact wrists that you scratch him there, leaving him screaming a little.

You were groaning and loosen your grip from him, thus the pendant zipper from your jacket broke. He grab you as you two roll over in moving you off of him as you were rolled away from him, while Seongje cough and hiss then dryly laughed—heavily panted, dryly, and tiring.

“Hoowie!” as he widen his eyes and grins, slowly standing up on foot, with clap for a applause to you. “I never felt having such different enjoyment, I'm thrilled,” he said, fixing up his hooded jacket. “That's the kind of...” he groans and snapped his neck, “...stuff, I always like,” then hiss. Seongje has his hands on his pocket, walking slowly at such a cocky and stumbling walk, feeling his neck and cleared his throat. He approached to you who's still on the ground—not getting up. He heavy sigh and let out dry, low chuckle.

“I don’t know about you, but you are something."

As you were clenching onto a broken zipper pendant your hand, and when he he came close in move your body with his foot, facing you in front of him while you tried to maintain your vision focused. Seongje kicked you towards your face two times, then lastly kick you as you were pushed away and a thud as your shoulder was hit. Your nosebleed and bruises has now attach to the old ones and newly ones, you trembling sigh.

“Give up now?” He asks, squatting down and tilted his head to you, laughing. “Damn, I never had anyone who managed to go on, barely the same level as that asshole. Am I dreaming?”

You glare at him and had too much going on from what you see, Seongje couldn’t properly predict your move either way. It is as if you’re looking at him without hinting of what you’re looking at, just giving him clues rather straight up revealing it. You fastened to react in pulling the collar of his tiger shirt, then pulled the hem of his jacket and cover his face over it; his glasses was still on, while he grips onto your wrists but you move quick and took the jacket off from his face, then you slap across his face that roughly; he laughs and remove his glasses and spits at his eyes as it stings.

“God, fucking damn it, ugh!” he groans in disgust.

You move his jacket and shirt off in exposing his left shoulder, as you were aiming for and held the broken pendant zipper into plunging roughly at it, then he screams once again. You were pushing it harder down to his left shoulder with your thumb, while he screams in agony. As you moveback immediately then you jump mid-air, hitting the zipper pendant with your heel into pushing it more, then step back. Seongje hiss and scream, “Oh… Fuck! FUCKING SHIT!”

You always stare as usual as you slick back your hair, then you ran and pounce at him, towering over him while he tried to grab your arms. But you move it away and retaliate then punch him his face aggressively, left and right. He laughs and laughs, making him beaten up to the pump, then this one he caught you arms in grin. Kicking you off and roll you over as Seongje now towers you, “You stupid bitch, god, you pissing me off.” Then he captured both of your wrists—that was over your head—while you struggle to move. You sigh loudly and look at the sky then turned back as you stop struggling, when you stop moving and stay still.

Seongje scoffs with a pleasing smile as you were staring at him for a moment, “What are you looking at, bitch?”

You gaze at him, making him looking down at you and towards your bruised lips being parted, he was like so close to you and that Seongje was about to kiss you. You slowly grin in frown and said, “I’m giving you had head start,” as you quicken and wrap your legs around his waist, then you lift yourself up a little and bite his right ear.

Seongje was shocked as he immediately tried to get you while he screams, you were wrapping your hands around his neck. You brutally bit it off and he agonizingly scream, “You piece of shit!” as he hit your back several times. But you were clinging onto him—secure and easy to rip him to shreds, goddamn Seongje didn’t expected to see this coming. You attempted to rip his right ear off and you heard it squeezing and gushing from your teeth. He pushes you off as you fall to the ground and tumbles as you got back, licking your bloody teeth as you look ferocious by your eyes.

He felt his right ear bleeding, “FUCK!” he laugh it all off, then looked down at the zipper that's been stuck to his shoulder; he pull it out eventually, painfully as he groans. Seongje hiss and throw it away while you stand by and take a deep breath, putting your hands in positioned into an angle—crossing your arms to your left side and glare for the right target—you tuck your fingers as you flatten at an angle into a fist. Then you ran and let all of the anger while Seongje haven't move and is shock, when you come quicker at the speed of light.

“AITS!!” you shouted, Seongje came swinging his fist as you quickly caught his wrist, then you strike for an aim at his sternum. Then you went back for a basic punch with your other fist in aim at his neck, and lastly aim to his chin. “KIAI!!”

He stumbles from his very own eyes and held onto the brick wall, he was genuinely shock and panted; Seongje unable to breathe properly and felt the strain from his neck, he felt little air from his breath. Seongje was coughing out, rapidly, and agony such as he can't laugh and spits out blood. He look at you and look scared shitless with your brutal combo technique, he felt it rough while you didn't stop and that you were aware of what you’ve done, because you hated that it reminds you of your old career in the past. You were like murdering him and that he looks blooded from his mouth, he smear the blood of his mouth and draw his face in making it into a joker smile and smiles at you.

It was a mess and that this fight had gotten to the point, in going each other's throats until you two die. “Time out! Time out!” he shouted in a raspy voice, while feeling pain from it being strain.

It was a crucial medicine you gave him.

You stand down and watch him feeling in pain and he said, “Shit…”

While you were still defending yourself as you panted, Seongje was seriously giving up and felt it right over his chest. “You know I can do this all day without any problem," you said. "You can just hit me many times, I'll always come back on my feet."

He furrowed his eyebrow at you and tried to suck in the air, taking a slow deep breath as he put up a hand in stopping you; he was severely injured. Seongje panted, "Hey... isn't that illegal?" then he hiss, "attempted murder?"

You rolled your eyes and wipe the mess off of the blood dripping from your mouth. The fact his subordinates were not kidding about you, and that Seongje had face it. You were small but deadly—not considered deadly but cold and distant. The rumors spread about you and some don't take it way too seriously, they don't know you, but they perhaps heard the name—Anthill Tiger.

Well because you were deadly and small and you indeed pull a fight who’s twice the size compared to you, at least you haven’t been gone this far as you went through breaking point.

You heavily sigh and quickly walk in grabbing your bag, then you take out a bottle of water as you poke at his arm. Seongje looks at you and his eyes were looking at your sharp nails, as he thought you were continuing and killing him off, but you pass him the water.

Seongje was trying to process and look down on what you’re passing to him; he took it, slowly, hissing in pain from his body. “Gargle with water in spitting out of the blood,” you told him directly, cold and set a stare at him. Then he snatch it from you as you crossed your arms and watch him gargling and spit, you turn your to the side of the sky and sighs, “You’re lucky that I hadn’t puncture enough to kill you,” you said, pointing the area where you aim at yourself, “I might’ve fracture a little towards a single structure part of your body. It’s best if it were better in not risking it when you start shouting or pull a muscle, even when it comes to smoking. Would that make any difference?” as you look at him, like you seem so powerful over him.

Seongje drank a bottle of water.

“You better slow down.”

He stop and take a deep breath but it stings, “Fuck…” he mutters, then he turned to you and replied, “Really? There’s more than that?” as he try to shout at you, instead he spoke soft.

“Well, you would’ve met death at any seconds now, if I keep fighting with you, this further that I would take it at court,” you said, looking at him soulless. “I wouldn’t be going this far on your ass, don’t test me.”

As the tone of your voice turns defensive and that you don’t trust him, while he came painfully, dryly, chuckle and cough. That you made him feel worse to get through it, “Don’t laugh, it only makes it worse, supposedly you should see a doctor.” Then you walked away while he scoffs and hiss, as you turn to pick up the glasses on the ground and went back. You were supposed to be handing it normally, like to a stranger, instead you come closer to him.

Seongje stand so still and stares back down at you, he thought you were trying to do something out of nowhere: a kiss or perhaps threatening him to scare him off more. But you observed at his gaze, glinting at you and had softened. You were making that eyes—those eyes, soulless, bleak, black orbs—in creeping him, however it made him feel questionable. The fact you were making that rested look—heavy lidded look, like you were pulling a silly flirtatious act. But in reality, you were studying his blank ass expression instead of his killer smile and delinquent attitude, of course you were tired after a little feud between you two.

You start to put his glasses onto his face and push it, he was watching you as you move a strand of his hair, and that came out of nowhere plus awkward. Seongje sees something more than you fighting with him—he was fond of you, a little too much. While you move back, his eyes had gotten thinner like he glances with such thrilled in excitement, eventually his lips curled up. Seongje had admitted that he fall for you, for that damn attack you put him to piss him off this bad, he’ll never gonna move on.

It’s just you, only you in his own eyes, he feels so mesmerize by you. You small, feisty, punchable face, lonely, cold, cute from his own eyes in you and easy for him to remember by your first encounter. “Don’t talk to me,” you told him, crossing your arms, threatened and distrusted of an invite, you never like him at first. As you walked away and pick up your bag and ditch your jacket in the street corridor.

He looks up in the sky and pout as he sighs, “Okay, he calmly replied. “So you’re not gonna get your phone back?” as you stop and turn around, “is that the reason why you beat me up like shit?”

You put down your bag and try to lie but then you had to, you roll your eyes and sigh as you came forward in glare, “Yeah,” you slowly, so hesitantly answered. “Beat you up like how should a feral dog get to put down.”

He smiles at you and licked his lips, stood there and hiss as Seongje takes out your phone as you glare at the spite of his arrogance. “You know you can leave without it,” while you immediately want your phone back as you curled your fingers in upset.

As he rolled his eyes at and bring it back to you but then—

“What the hell?” you were pissed off and clenched your teeth, “hey, give it back!”

He bloody grins and raise his hand up high, while you tried to reach it up from him and jump. Seongje watching you struggle, “Uh-ah!l then he step back and annoys you. You were furious and make that stare again, “Name?”

You raise your eyebrow at him as you're tired of him, seeing how cocky he is, make you wanna finish him off. You didn't answer his question as you only stare at him.

“I’ll give it back, if you tell me.”

As he didn't seem to see your name tag on your uniform, makes him wonder and is desperate to know you, despite the feud of you and him were. You clenched your hands into a fist and stare at him so still and slowly said, “No, you don't.”

“Yes, I do,” he slowly answered back to you.

You roll your eyes and quickly pull the collar off his jacket, turning around and grab his arm as you throw him over you. Seongje groans and hit towards the ground, he hiss and smile as he give up trying to fight back with you; he is clearly obsessed with you. You sigh trying to take your phone out from his hand, but his grip tightened that it pisses you off when you attempted to pull it.

“You piece of shit, does almost murdering you isn’t enough?!” you complain, struggling to let his grip off from your phone.

“Oh come on... telling your name, isn’t that hard.”

You sigh and tried to pull harder as you can, while Seongje just likes seeing you struggle from the moment after you were the one who beat him brutally, and that says about his obsession of you and pain really went on his mind—he really couldn't stop teasing you. Seongje pulled you as you fall to him, “Motherfucker!”

As he secure his hands towards your wrist, he was smiling but couldn't laugh but deep down he is in fact laughing, through pain.

“Just give it back!”

He shake his head.

“Ugh!”

Again, shakes his head.

“God, you’re fucking annoying!”

“We’re gonna have so much fun together,” he said, “you and me going insufferable ways.”

You roll your eyes and glare at him, while his gaze always fixated over you that he couldn't stop being such an asshole, in putting you down while he is on the ground as you were top of him; you didn't notice what was he trying to do to you.

“I’ll let it go unless you tell me your name, or kill me if you want to be the first suspect of your murder?”

“Ugh!”then you heavily sigh in defeat, furiously want to beat his ass but that would be a lost cause, after you and him had now interacted in such a way. “You prick-ish fuck,” you said it out, that something Seongje would understand what you say, then you spill it out, “Dok Euigi.” Then he let go off your phone as you sigh and is about to get off of him but—

“Dok Euigi? Is there a meaning to it?”

You attempted to get off of him and that his hand was holding onto your waist—it was some silly sick games that he plan on—and all he wanted was for him to get to know you better, than a brutal fight you gave him; he was down bad for you.

“Really?! Now, you want meaning?!”

“I can’t let you go this easy, I just wanna know the girl who brutality my ass to the pump,” he said, grinning while you tried to move his hand away, “you know how to turn the tables, I feel like everyone underestimated you, including myself.”

“Just let go of me!” you yelled.

While he painfully let out a chuckle, like he sounded dry after a couple of smokes in the way from air way, to his sore lungs.

“Nah, you’re just gonna sit on top of me for the rest of your life, unless you told me about yourself.”

Your eyes slowly widen and clenches your teeth, you can't believe he is giving you such an arrogant demands in a calm, polite manner—that definitely pisses you off, but can't even beat him furthermore like murdering him from a major assault. His eyes darkened with enticing lovesick manner, while watches you in anger and that he somehow outsmarted you at the sight. You were completely squirming like a worm.

“God, you’re sick!” you hiss in anger, “YOU FUCKING MANIAC SCUMBAG!!"

“What are you gonna do about it, huh?”

He is seeing satisfaction and that he smiles so much, it bothers you from your own eyes as you sigh, scoff in annoyance and answered, “Dok means poison or venom, Eui means righteousness or to give meaning, Gi means one who is brave and stand up.”

Seongje scoffs painfully, “It suits you, no wonder you beat me at games in the gaming center.”

You slowly gotten quiet while his hands slipped off your waist, just then you start to act like you know him from somewhere, but didn’t bother to ask why?

“Wait... you’re that Venus Emperor?”

“And you’re that Malice Carmine,” he replied back. “Say what you say, ay?”

You sigh and rolled your eyes, then slapped his face and get off on top of him, you stand back while he felt the slap across his face and sometimes he wants to goof around and laugh—oh, he wishes if not for how you puncture everything in his body, to make him wanna joke his own shit. You heavily sigh and still furious at him.

“You fucking asshole!”

As you walked away and pick up your bag but you ditch your jacket, Seongje sighs as he watches you walking away, like you always do.

“Stay safe out there.”

You stop and for the last time you turn around and come back, taking out a bag of money and throw it at him, to which his response was a smile running down to his cheek. His obsession had grown thicker as well as he is feeling so lovesick—so hopelessly devoted—it was unhealthy, but he doesn’t see it. Seongje couldn’t hold grip and kept smiling whenever he does, could say he found a matchmade in hell.

A woman who’s cold and distant, petite, fun, feisty, pessimistic, unpredictable, defensive, hot-tempered, and calculating like she’s the sharpest person that he encounter; honestly, the beautiful woman in his own eyes like he felt dosing of his junk—left him out of daze and hazy. You were just something that he could not remove in his life, you barely even met him and that he is seriously doubting himself to see it coming till now. Goddamn you, you’re just making him sick to his soreness, if only you were so easy to confront. But no, you were easily alerted by his damn arrogance—a bastard son of bitch—a cocky Geum Seongje, he is. He is crazy in love with you and he doesn’t wanna change that, forever.

“Thank me later and no return, you wretched piece of shit.”

You storm off like before.

Leaving him like a shameless loser, clicking his tongue out of spite and then he let’s out a mocking baby tone as he pout, “You're so mean,” as he get up slowly and check his phone. Seongje looks through his phone and already got his phone number, as he was about to change your contact name to Dok Euigi, but stop and sigh.

He thinks and mumbles out, “Cute? Feisty? Bitchie?” then he slowly smiles and types out: “Kitty.”

Seongje quietly laughs happily.

“That bitch love me to death.”

As he lastly smack his head harder and dryly scoffs, Seongje felt like screaming but can’t do, then he saw the bag of money and a broken jacket as he let out a sigh after he notice it. Fiftteen minutes later, Seongje got back at the bowling alley and come downstairs, still hissing in pain after he got a check up at the hospital, then he open the door. Baekjin was answering a complicated equation as he was resting his head towards his knuckle, “Where have you been?” then he coldly turns to him and saw him wrapped, with a couple of bandages and band aids. He sighs and sounded disappointed, “What happened to you?”

Seongje raise his hand up and caught red handed while menacingly smile and joke around, Baekjin glares out of spite—serious and pissed at the sight of him being wounded.

“Relax, I just got a phenomenal performance by a sick bitch.”

“You're really certain of everything you do, Seongje, but I think I’m talking serious to you right now.”

“Alright, I’m talking simple, I got beaten up by a bitch.”

Beakjin was unfazed and sighs, looking at major injuries, “By a girl?”

“Yes, she is.”

“It seems like you had fun fighting with her,” he coldly said, simple and quick response. “You look like hell.”

Seongje tsked, “Yes, I am, it was rough.”

“Did that girl got you in the way?”

He hiss and thinks, sitting on the couch and heavy—trying to be honestly relax afterwards, putting his hands on his pockets. “I’m gonna be honest with you, but I just think I got slap for real.”

“So she put up a good fight?” he said, while answering down the sheet.

“Yes, she’s right in my damn face,” Seongje replied, struggling to crave for cigarettes and scoff, widen his eyes and smile in anger. “She fucking bite my right ear, give a me a damn scratch from wrist, a stab by a broken zipper from her jacket, and the relentless move she gave me just puncturing my sternum, my throat, and right at my jaw.”

Baekjin seem convinced about that girl and remember who she might be.

“She’s like giving me painkillers,” Seongje complains, clicking his tongue. “Which I had to take it otherwise,” he sighs, looking down and lean as he stares down at the floor, “and the worst part is... I can't even smoke shit because of this and even straining my voice just to yell and shit,” he scoffs in annoyance. “Now it felt weird that I’ve turn into a clean freak, smoke-free and tried to recover is shit.”

“I’m intrigued to say the least,” he replied. “Who was she?”

“The only thing I know,” as Seongje turns his head slowly at him, “is that she perhaps been on the same school building as you, and her name is... hmm...” then he mutters random girl names, at the top of his head when he tried to remember, then he snap his fingers. “Dok Euigi.”

Baekjin slowly moved his eyes and remembers it now, back when he was at school and that you were frail looking as you were running; you bumped into him on accident. As all of your study work were scattered on the floor, “Ah fuck,” you hiss. Baekjin came, picking up all of your papers as he seem to notice that you were a studious type, after seeing your score was perfect.

“Are you okay?”

You seem to avoid eye contact as you were picking up the rest of it, he sees your wrists and the back of your neck was covered in bruises.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

As you took the papers from him while Beakjin didn’t expect to see it coming, however he doesn’t want to get involve over this.

“Euigi-a!”

You turn quickly at your ex who’s with his friends, Jaehan turns around as well as the others who gave you a grin, and that you response was giving a scared look on your face.

“Get your slow ass up in here!” he yelled, “you're losing my patience!”

“I'm coming!”

Then you ran but stop and turn as you bow your head.

“Euigi-a!”

You continue running and catch up with your ex, while Baekjin slowly stand up and heard your ex’s friend kept making fun of you, along with him—your ex.

“You see what she is, a fucking slow ass and had to carry that damn papers as if she’s a working woman at an office,” Jaehan whispers.

“I would so come up to her and would do my work,” his friend whispered, commenting the fact you do them a favor in doing their homework and even let them cheat in given your work. “Like bro, she’s such a meek nerd and I'm glad that you’re still with her. I mean do you still love her?”

“Yes, what do you expect of me to be like, she’s very love-deprive for all I care,” he replied with a grin quietly. “All she wanted was a little affectionate on top and she’ll do everything for me, besides guys, you don’t need to worry. She’s obedient to do what’s best for me.”

You came as Jaehan smiles and wrap his hand around your waist, you were kissing him and smirks. “Let’s go,” he said.

Baekjin sighs and look back from now, he slowly repeated, “Dok Euigi?”

“Yes, that’s her name.”

“I perhaps I know her a little,” he replied, wasn’t so sure if he could remember it clearly. “Ain’t she the girl that her ex been physically hitting on her all day? I seem to know her ex since he was at the same class as me.”

Seongje slowly looking at him, “Hitting her all day?”

“I don’t intentionally know or say about it, but to her she’s been in a very serious relationship. I did watch her getting beaten up after leaving the school building as much as I’m not involved. She’s very much not the type of girl who likes to pretend Iike she thought she was. But never thought she almost murdered you.”

His eyes turn blank when Seongje thought about you and that ex, Byun Jaehan. “That dick...” he mutters as he lean on the couch and scoffs, then he spoke out loud, “I would’ve tear his dick off by the second he did.”

Baekjin turn to him for a moment as Seongje raise his eyebrow at him, “What?”

“You sounded… concerning and act like a person who cares,” Baekjin suspected, “mind if I ask about that? Did she made you turn out this way after she beat you up."

He tsked and shake his head, “No.”

“It sounded like you’re over fixated over her, or should I recall…having a crush on her?”

Seongje dryly scoffs, is honestly not hiding anything, “Something like that.”

It makes Baekjin more aware that he’ll get distracted and don’t do his job over some girl—he is seeing his disloyal about to show up by the time he will stop acting over his loyalty to the union.

“Seongje, don’t even get distracted each day coming here, don’t even get so worked up about some girl. That’s just basic boys talk about relationship with them, don’t act disloyal over your group.”

Seongje sighs and look down as he itch the back of his neck, “God, this is not so romantic,” he mutters, starting to make repetitive clicking noise from his tongue and turn and nods. “Okay,” as he's off the couch and leaves the office room, “I’m off.”

“Take care.”

Then he lastly turn around with a peace sign and leaves. Baekjin heavy sigh and look down at his sheet, but then he think back about you as Baekjin took out an old magazine—that has an old picture of you in your karate uniform. It said something about you who sadly retired from the karate tournament three years ago, seeing that he took a glimpse from your past and how you end up to be. But was not sure from his suspicion.

“Dok Euigi, I wonder how is she...”