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Winter awaits

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One way forward, don't look back

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🅷🆄🅼🅰🅽 🅲🅷🅴🆂🆂 // part 9 (Reader x Young-il / player 001)

Tag: @slythetic, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @bitchybananaflower, @anjautembear, @noiyaaa, @filmedbyharkness , @uniquecutie-puffs, @r3va-dwme, @annasnape7, @starkeyszn, @bonelessghoul, @carrotjuicepdf, @imenekiki, @gay4hotmilfs, @yummycement, @sooyasya, @nerdytif, @hollxe1, @venavanup, @love-zami, @formula1love,@coruja12345, @ingstadstarlight, @samanthadegaro, @sweetheartlizzie07, @enhasrii, @lokiscure, @esposadomd, @hanta-seros-wifey, @verouys , @p1ckld3r, @thelastemzy , @Iglily, @hanakokunzz , @lovelifeyolo18 , @dumbestchaos, @watasinekoru , @bloooooopblopblop, @mrsyixingunicorn10 , @kyxmlii , @angelofthorr , @carolinevoight , @ooddiieesblog, @reka13, @solarpotato, @fallout-girl219, @avery-043009, @colorwastaken, @kiss-themoongoodbye, @metalbaby2, @machipyun, @gloriousjellyfisharcade, @tomiokasecretlover

Summary: As you put your worries and grief aside, you focus to play another game. One that would put your faith in one hand's. Ready set. Check. [series]

Classical music echoed through the speakers as you followed the players up the stairs from the colourful stairs. Shuffling behind them in silence to meet yet another doom game. A game you were about to play with a few friends less. Glancing over your shoulder, you were met with disappointment.

An unknown man walking behind you as you had hoped it would be Young-il. You had hoped that when you turned around it was all, but a dream and he was right behind you. Throwing you a comforting smile to let you know all will be alright. Yet the hard reality had come crashing in. He wasn’t behind you, and he would never be.

The man furrowed his brows at your staring, making you look back in front of you. Following Jun-hee further up the stairs. At a turn Jun-hee yelp soft, reaching for her stomach. – “Jun-hee?” – you said coming to her aid. She was leaning against the wall as the man behind you walked past. – “I’m… I’m fine…” – she panted out.

It was unmistakable that you saw the sweat on her forehead. More players kept walking past you. – “Jun-hee.” – you repeated knowing it was the baby bothering her. – “Y/n?” – hearing your voice made you turn your head. Seeing Gi-hun shove people aside to get down the stairs to the both of you.

“Everything alright?” – he asked touching your arm. – “It’s Jun-hee.” – you told him. – “I’m fine!” – Jun-hee let out removing herself from the wall. Gi-hun and you stared at her sudden outburst. – “Let’s just go.” – she grunted out, keeping a hand on her stomach. She went past you, up the stairs. You exhaled soft.

“I’m worried about her.” – you told Gi-hun. – “I know.” – he answered. Gi-hun turned his head slightly, doing a double take at a triangle pink suit approaching. Gun in the ready. – “Walk!” – he made clear. Looking around it only now occurred to you that you had stayed behind. Everyone else already further up ahead.

Gi-hun nodded, taking you by the arm. Guiding you up the stairs to catch up with the others. Up and up, you went. Classical music following you hauntingly. The pink guard right behind you to make sure you wouldn’t stall any more. That you would not linger or refuse to participate in the next game. For else he would have to shoot you. At last, you caught up with the last players going up. Joining the crowd once more. In silence you followed.

Stayed in line to walk up to yet another game. You rather wished it would be delayed. A lot has happened in a night. A night you had not fully processed. You had not only lost two of your friends. You had also lost the voting count. The O’s in a larger number than the remaining X voters. You feared that you had to finish the games till the very last one. It also worried you. If what Gi-hun had told you was true, he was the only survivor. The only winner. Suddenly you weren’t sure how many more friends you could lose.

Gi-hun and you shuffled after the crowd as they slowly started to part. Entering a bright white room. Up front standing four lines of mannequins. All wearing a number. Standing in opposite ways from each other. Two lines facing each the other two lines. Gi-hun took your hand, pulling you with him to the others that had gathered at the side. Everyone whispering and guessing about what was to come. You looked at Jun-hee, but she quickly turned her gaze away. – “What… what do you think we’ll have to play?” – Dae-ho asked shakingly.

You recalled what you had seen on the walls. Taking a guess at what it could be. Seeing the mannequins lined up, the first mannequins facing each other. Wearing numbers equal to the other side, counting up. – “Chess.” – you let out, making everyone look at you. – “How did you?” – Dae-ho asked scratching the back of his head confused. You let your gaze go up to Gi-hun. – “The checker pattern on the walls in the main room.” – you told him.

Gi-hun recalled the walls, having noticed it as well. He slowly nodded in agreement. – “Well, what do we do?” – Gaem-ja asked holding her son’s hand tight. Gi-hun took a deep breath, staring back at everyone. – “Should we take the first numbers?” – Yong-sik asked. You shook your head. – “We take the middle or last numbers.” – you responded.

“If I am correct and we are to play chess.” – you lowered your voice so only your friends could hear. – “I’m afraid the numbers stand for the places on the board.” – you explained. – “The first one’s will be pawns.” - Hyun-ju pitched in, placing a hand on your shoulder. You hummed loud in agreement. – “Prepare to run.” – Gi-hun whispered out, making it clear. Everyone nodded, stepping out of the tight group.

“Players pick a number.” – The voice echoed through the speakers. The same emotionless woman’s voice you had come to hate. All of you rushed to the left side. Grabbing a number from the mannequins. Hyun-ju and the crazy lady were fighting for the same number. – “Unnie!” – you called out wanting to help her. Hyun-ju got kicked to the ground by the lady. – “You’ll die!” – she cursed out. You helped Hyun-ju up to her feet. – “Unnie, you don’t have a number.” – you said.

She moved her hand up to you. – “I’ll be alright Y/n.” – she panted out. You already saw a pink guard approach, same thing going on at the opposite side with three other players. Tears swelling up you didn’t want to lose her too. – “Unnie take this!” – you shoved the number’s jacket in her hands.

“No!” – she called out, refusing to take it. – “Unnie take it!” – you shouted in desperation as the pink guard neared. The crazy lady laughing loud. Cackling with amusement. – “Hyun-ju!” – you cried out when she wouldn’t accept it.  Hyun-ju wrapped her arms around you, trembling in your embrace.

“It will be alright.” – she whispered to you. You held her tight, crying against her shoulder. Hyun-ju felt tapping on her shoulder. Making her pull away from you. – “No!” – you cried out, holding on to her hand. – “No! Don’t shoot her! Please… I’m begging you! She’s taking my number.” – you let out. – “No Y/n!” - Hyun-ju shouted loud, grabbing you firm by your shoulders. She wiped some tears away. Vision blurred with tears.

She let go of you, turning towards the pink guard. She took a deep breath, ready to accept her faith. The pink guard turned around when a circle pink suit approached carrying a box. The triangle pink suit opened it. Turning around to Hyun-ju holding out a golden tag with a black square on it. Hyun-ju blinked confused at the tag. – “Player 120.” – the pink suit called out. – “You have been chosen as the conductor.” – he finished.

It made Hyun-ju look confused back at you. The pink guard moved the tag more to her for her to accept. Hyun-ju accepted it with confusion. She then turned to look at you. You let out a shuddering gasp, falling into her arms. She patted you on your back. – “I’m still here yeodongsaeng.” – she said relieved.

Both of you putted on the tag. Your eyes locked with the crazy lady, throwing her a foul glare. You stepped back in line. Hyun-ju coming to stand in the front. Staring right back at her opponent. Another set of doors opened to your left. Circle pink guards turning to walk out the doors.

Each side following a pink suit into the room. You gasped in wonder at the enormous room. Bright white walls with words of encouragement written on it. On the floor an enormous checkerboard. Chess or rather human chess.

“Group 1 and 2 take your positions.” – the emotionless voice boomed out of the speakers. You split with your opponents. The white chess pieces. Groups 3 and 4 waiting at the side-line. You walked over the board. Huge tiles of black and white setting the tone of the game. Stopping at a black tile as you took in your position. You looked over your shoulder. Seeing a platform at the end of the board.

You watched as Hyun-ju got led up to the platform by a circle pink guard. Her eyes met up with yours, giving you a comforting nod. She was the conductor. She was the player and all of you her chess pieces. Turning back to the front, you gulped. Seeing how far the opponents stood from you.

“The next game is human chess.” – the woman’s voice spoke through the speaker. – “Each conductor receives 90 seconds to make a move. The players will orchestrate the move spoken by the conductor. Black begins.” – she ended with. Hyun-ju sucked in a breath, looking at the side. Seeing the timer. Just as the woman said. 90 seconds on the clock. 90 seconds to set a move. You noticed those in front of you trembling to the bone. Hoping player 120 knew a thing or two about chess.

The buzzer sounded loud making the timer count down. Hyun-ju focused on the board. Needing to set the first move. – “Pawn number 5 take 2 places forwards.” – she called out. The player wearing the tag with number 5 on it got in motion. Whimpering quietly as his knees buckled. Walking over the board to cross two checkers for his new position. He came to a stop at his new tile. Looking back at the clock. The timer had stopped.

Now it was time for the whites. The man wearing the golden white checker tag scratched his head thoughtfully. Letting pawn number six go one tile forwards. The two pawns glanced at each other, both trembling to the bone. Their lives depending on the decisions of their conductors. It was Hyun-ju’s turn once more. She swallowed hard, looking at the board thoroughly. With 40 seconds on the timer, she let another pawn step forwards. The woman shuffled closer, taking a bit of her time to reach the tile.

The timer stopped at 25 seconds once she had reached her tile. The white’s having a turn next. You leaned a bit back, looking to the far end to Gi-hun. His expression was focused. From the number on his tag and his position on the board, you knew he was a rook. It made you look down at yours. The knight. Jun-hee beside you a bishop just like Dae-ho, who stood beside Yong-sik, another knight. Geum-ja the other rook. Myung-gi the queen and the crazy lady the king.

The pawns nameless players to you. People you did not know. X and O voters mixed on the board. Across the board you saw Nam-gyu and the old man that had pushed your buttons last night. It made you clench your hand. Jaw tightening as their death would not be something to cry over. Looking back at the board the whites made their move. A pawn coming in crossways with another pawn. The player marked with an O, gave the black pawn a little shove.

The woman stumbled backwards. As the white pawn came taking in her place. She let out a cry for help when a triangle pink suit approached. Gun in his hand. She dropped to her knees. Begging. Rubbing her hands beggingly together. – “Please… please…” – she cried out. The triangled raised his gun at her. Bang. Her cries silenced. Her body dropping lifelessly back. Her eyes staring blindly up to the white ceiling. You had looked away, jumping out of your skin from the shot.

Her blood pooling underneath her head. Smearing the tile with a bright red. Circle pink suits entered carrying a black coffin. They set it down, opening the lid. Picking up the woman to place her body in the coffin. Sealing it once more to walk out with her. The first death on this game had set the tone.

You looked over your shoulder to Hyun-ju. Seeing how frightened she suddenly was. Everything depended on her. If your lives would be ended it would be on her. You mouthed to her that it will be alright. Giving her some courage. Having faith in her. She placed her hand near her heart with a bow at you. Taking in a deep breath to start her turn.

After a while the pieces were more scattered. Not standing in two straight lines anymore. You looked around the board to find your friends amongst them. Dae-ho locked eyes with you. Seeing the fright in his eyes. He trusted Hyun-ju, but not the white pieces. Your eyes then met up with Gi-hun. Hands clenched into fists. The tile in front of him already coloured with blood.

Your eyes then fell on Jun-hee. Seeing her keep her hand firm on her stomach. You knew she was in pain or at least in discomfort. Perhaps the stress not doing well for the baby. Behind Jun-hee, you saw Myung-gi keep a close eye on her. The bang of a shot made you snap out of your loss of thoughts. Looking in front of you as a white piece got picked up to place in a black coffin.

Another tile painted with blood. The white conductor made his move, making Nam-gyu move. He was a bischop. Walking two tiles diagonal. He had an over excited smile on his face. One that disgusted you. You stood up straight, hearing your number get called out. Hyun-ju letting you take a move. You swallowed hard stepping forwards. Taking a big step to step over some blood.

Glancing to your side, you saw a white pawn stand diagonal from you. The white conductor marked another move. It made you look around. You didn’t know that much of chess, but you knew what was to come next. Your eyes glued at Jun-hee. Then they went across to Nam-gyu snickering to himself. Hyun-ju’s turn started as you closed your eyes. Taking a deep breath, before taking a step. Getting in motion, walking to the side.

“Y/n! what are you doing?” - Hyun-ju called out in a panic. She had not conducted you to do that move. You ignored her continue to walk the movements you were allowed, coming at a tile that blocked Nam-gyu’s path to Jun-hee – “Y/n! Go back!” – Gi-hun shouted, waving his hand aggressively around.

Hyun-ju started to get desperate. Shouting to the voiceless woman that she did not conduct that move so it shouldn’t count. She kept doing everything in her might to make the move not count. A pink guard approached. – “The move has been played.” – he said as the timer stopped.

Hyun-ju gasped loud, seeing as the timer at the other side began counting down. – “What do you think you are doing?” – you heard Jun-hee say behind you. You kept quiet, keeping your gaze forwards. The white conductor was taking his time to think. – “I didn’t ask for you to step in.” – Jun-hee snapped back.

“No!” – you answered. – “but I choose to.” – you finished. The white conductor called out his move as it made you close your eyes. Taking a deep breath before opening them. Turning your gaze to the side. A white player getting in motion. Rubbing his hands excitingly together as he approached.

Each step feeling like it took forever. From behind you, you already heard the commotion. The protest. The shouting of those familiar voices. Your eyes locked with his, looking all smug. Nearing your tile. Nam-gyu stepped onto your tile, shoving you hard back. You fell backwards, landing on your bottom. He laughed loud, moving two of his fingers at you.

Pretending to shoot you death. You gasped loud, turning your head when a triangle pink suit approached. – “No!” – you heard Gi-hun shout loud. He got in motion wanting to run to you when another pink suit raised his weapon at him. – “Player 456 stay on your tile!” – he let out. Forcing Gi-hun to remain.

“No! No! Don’t shoot her!” - Hyun-ju screamed from her platform. Hearing her sobs between her words. Dae-ho sunk to his knees. – “Y/n please…” – he begged. Gaem-ja patting her chest with heavy sobs. Jun-hee could only stare down at you.

The pink suit neared raising his gun at you. Your breath shuddered staring back at the gun’s loop. The small black hole where soon a bullet would release itself from. Heart pounding loudly in your chest.

Screams and cries deafened out as it was just you and the gun. – “Mianhae.” – you whispered out. Staring up to the triangle’s mask. Wondering what was taking him so long. His head turned slightly before locking back with yours. Loop lowering a bit more. Bang.

Player 400… eliminated.

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Lonely souls

[frost-queen]

🅵🆁🅾🅽🆃🅼🅰🅽 // part 10 (Reader x Young-il / player 001)

Tag: @slythetic, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr @noiyaaa, @filmedbyharkness , @uniquecutie-puffs, @r3va-dwme, @annasnape7, @starkeyszn, @bonelessghoul, @carrotjuicepdf, @imenekiki, @gay4hotmilfs, @yummycement, @sooyasya, @nerdytif, @hollxe1, @venavanup,

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Summary: A man comes in action when something drove him to it. With one thing on his mind, he ventures deep. Deeper than he has ever been to bring back what he yearns so eagerly. [series]

“Hajima!” – his hand trembled hard around the walkie. Sitting at the edge of his seat. Clutching the sofa chair tight with his other hand. Eyes glued onto the big screens in front of him. There was static on the walkie when he panted loud. Heart pounding in his chest with each beat. The triangle pink suit had slightly turned his head to the side. Making known to him, they had heard him. The frontman moved the walkie closer to his mouth once more.

Static coming through as he ended it with a click. – “Don’t shoot her anywhere lethal.” – he ordered out. Setting the walkie down, he kept watching the big screens. Seeing how the triangle pink suit lowered his gun. Lowering it so he wasn’t pointing at your head anymore. Forced to watch it. To watch you after you had made a stupid mistake. Something he should’ve foreseen. The sudden bang made him startle. Taken back by the sound as it normally wouldn’t affect him.

His gaze darted briefly to the side. Watching Gi-hun. Watching him sink to his knees with uncontrollable tears. His cries echoing through the room. It made him slightly tilt his head. Slightly narrowing his eyes. He had seen Gi-hun at the very bottom before. Right when he shot Jung-bae in front of him. The frontman was intrigued by how Gi-hun seemed to be more affected by your death that Jung-bae’s. His gaze got drawn back to your tile.

Seeing you lay down. Lifeless. Circle pink suits entering the scene with a black coffin. Setting the coffin down beside you. Opening the lid. Carrying you by your shoulders and legs. Lifting you up from the pool of blood to lay carefully in the box. The frontman’s attention got drawn away again. Seeing Hyun-ju cursing and shouting loud at the pink suits but also at the white pieces.

The frontman moved the walkie closer to his mouth once more. Changing the station on it. Silencing the static when he pressed to speak.- “Mark it.” – he told them. One of the circle pink suits remained knelt down. Dipping a gloved finger into the pool of blood. Marking it with a cross at the edge.

With one firm nod, he helped lift it up.  Tagged, the pink suits carried you out of the room so that the game of chess could continue. There was a wild commotion. The frontman watching your friends. The people he had spend the past few days with, get overwhelmed. Ready to riot and kill everyone in the room.

He let his gaze go away from the screen. Right to the black mask stationed neatly on a tray at his side. With a stern expression, he reached for it. Lifting it up and bringing it closer to his face. Hiding his true identity.

Getting up, he could care less about what was displaying on the big screens. Not interested in how the games endured. Putting his hood on, he left his room without a last look. Following a few corners to head for the blue stairs. Two square pink suits that stood guard took one look at him before standing stiff.

Not batting an eye at him as he walked past. Heading down the stairs without being questioned. For no one questioned the frontman. When he had gone down a few stairs, he gently started to quicken his pace. Jogging down the stairs to reach his destination in time. His shadow bouncing off the deep blue walls as he made his way deeper into the fortress.

The circle pink suits walked in line. Coffin in between them. Carrying it out as they were ordered. Following the long corridors towards the ovens. Walking a dead’s path. All who roamed these halls eliminated. Hundreds. Thousands. Men. Women. Young. Old. All but one thing in common. Their lives ended in the pursuit of money. All carried out in black coffins strapped with a pink ribbon.

A gift. One last scenery of beauty before they reached the ovens. Hundreds. Thousands. Having met their fate’s here. Now they carried out one more. One more towards the last post. The last exit from this earth. Souls gone, but bodies remaining. The final cleansing of this earth. A triangle pink suit opened the door for them. Allowing them to enter. Enter the oven room.

Ovens lined up from wall to wall. Coffin getting placed on a stander. One of the circle pink suits went to open the glass door. Looking back at his comrade. They nodded back before shoving the coffin inside. Glass door closing. The circle suit came standing in front of the glass door. Watching as the black coffin laid inside.

Waiting for the heat. The underground opened making the black coffin drop down. Then the flames came. Burning nothing but air. Sending a heat through the oven it made the pink suit take a step back from the warmth. Remaining there a moment before they turned on their heel. Walking out of the oven room for their next one to cleanse of this earth.

The coffin dropped with a loud thud down. Nearly cracking the wood. Square pink suits approached. One of them bend a bit through their knees. Finger gliding over the blood mark. They looked up to their partner, giving them a nod.

Each taking a side, they lifted the coffin up once more. Another square pink suit opening the door for them. A secluded dark room. Blood splatters on the walls and floors. Some already dried up from over the years. – “Ah! A new subject.” – a man wearing a white coat spoke.

The pink suits placed the coffin down. Opening the lid from it. Taking your arms and legs, they carried you up. The surgeon gesturing at the table. They moved sideways placing your body down. The surgeon came hovering over you with a loud hum. Seeing the red stain on your shirt. It made him lift your shirt up to see the bullet wound for himself. Eyes flashed open with a panic. Pink suits jumped in, grabbing you by your shoulders and feet. Keeping them pressed down against the table.

The surgeon coming in your vision. Shushing you as his hand went to your hair. – “All will be over doll.” – he let out with a crooked grin. Your eyes widened seeing the scalpel in your vision. The pink suit pressed a gloved hand over your mouth. Shaking your head, you tried to scream. Feet kicking at the grip of the other pink suit. The scalpel kept coming closer to your throat.

As it made you scream even louder against the gloved hands. For some reason you weren’t dead yet, but soon you would be. Wondering what kind of sick games these were. The scalpel glistered brightly under the light bulb. The sight of it nearly made you pass out. The surgeon kept shushing you, pressing his hand deep onto your chest.

The tip of his scalpel close to your skin. One simple gesture it took. One swift motion and a thin line of red would form. Right before more red would gush out. The tip of it touched your skin as your sweat broke out. – “Hajima!” – a sudden loud and deep voice let out. The scalpel dropped, clattering against the floor. The surgeon staring in shock back at the black mask.

Never had he seen the frontman down here. The frontman swallowed hard, straightening his posture. Mask staring down at you. You couldn’t look away from him. Couldn’t look away from the piercing gaze even with a mask on before you passed out. The world fading around you, swooping you under. – “Tteonada.” – he ordered the pink suits. They knew better than to go against the frontman.

Bowing respectfully before taking their leave. The surgeon humbled himself to his knees with open arms. – “You bless me with your presence frontman.” – he said in a kissery way. The frontman approached the table more.

Tilting his head at you laying down on the table. The surgeon could care him less. – “Igeoyo.” – the frontman said with a point. The surgeon got up noddingly. – “Yes… yes I was about to end this one’s life for the organs.” – he responded proudly. Presuming the frontman was here to watch.

The frontman turned his head to the surgeon. The sight of the mask alone making him gulp loud. – “Save this one.” – he let out. The surgeon’s eyes popped wide open. – “What?” – he called out confused.

The frontman turned more towards him, grabbing him firm by his coat. – “Did I stutter?” – he spoke with agitation. The surgeon shook his head pleadingly for mercy. The frontman let go of him. The surgeon nodded his head. Knowing he was in no right condition to save a life. Not with the right equipment here.

He took out a needle, nearing it to you but before he could do anything. His wrist got grabbed firm by the frontman. – “To… to sedate her… I… I can’t take out the bullet if she keeps squirming.” – he informed him with a sweaty forehead. Trembling on his knees a bit that if he did something wrong, it would end badly for his life.

The frontman’s grip faltered allowing the man to put you down. The frontman watched. Kept a close eye on you as your body became numb. The surgeon lifted your shirt up to reach the bullet wound in your side. The surgeon grabbed a tool as he suddenly heard the click of a gun unlocking behind him.

Glancing briefly over his shoulder, he could see the gun pointed at him. Making him whimper soft with trembling hands. – “Keep a steady hand, surgeon.” – the frontman spoke as a threat. – “Ye!” – he called out with a stiff posture. Receiving the order from his superior.

The frontman kept pointing the gun at the surgeon while he worked. Grabbed tweezers to take the bullet out. Depping away blood in the process to keep his vision clear. Working his way with a lethal weapon pointed at him. Knowing that one bad slip would cause his skull to be penetrated by a bullet.

The bullet clattered into the metal bowl. Sighing relieved as all he needed to do now was stitch you up. Under the watchful eye of the frontman. You got stitched up. Patched up and bound to secure your stitches. A bandage going round your stomach.

The surgeon took a trembling step back, backing up against the wall. The frontman putted his gun away, approaching the table. He touched the side of your head, turning your head to the other side. Seeing how sweaty your neck was. He lowered himself a bit, sliding his arms underneath you.

Grunting quietly as he picked you up. The surgeon came closer once more. – “She… she is in no condition to be moved.” – he told him. – “Move!” – the frontman let out. Ushering the man to get out of the way. The surgeon bowed his head, stepping aside. The frontman walked out.

Leaving the stench of blood behind him. The square pink suits staring at the him when he walked past. Keeping quiet. Watching him leave. The frontman kept staring in front of him, setting off to climb the stairs back up with you in his arms. Bringing you to the one place, he would be sure to keep an eye on you. To keep you save from any harms way. His private quarters.

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🅰🅵🆃🅴🆁🅼🅰🆃🅲🅷 // part 8 (Reader x Young-il / player 001)

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Summary: When friends are eliminated, you catch yourself losing it all. Cursing at everything around you for your loss. With a group strong, you are not left alone. Friends gathering to seek support for what is yet to come. [series]

The two pink suits neared. Coming down the steps. Gi-hun in absolute distress. Squirming against their grip. Unable to stop looking behind him. Grunts of devastation echoing through the room. The pink suits let go of Gi-hun. Dropping him or rather tossing him to the ground. He stumbled through his knees, flat forwards making you run up to him.

Kneeling down in front of him, you took a hold of his chest. Pulling him more up. Feeling Gi-hun’s hand pierce firmly in your shoulder. – “Gi-hun… where is Young-il? Jung-bae?” – you asked with desperation. Gi-hun let out a cry. Grabbing you firmer. Letting his head fall onto your shoulder.

Crying loudly as it made you swallow hard. Gaze staring in front of you. Watching the pink suits leave, yet you weren’t looking that clearly. Vision blurred with a deafening emotion. Gi-hun was tugging on your shirt, wailing as his arms wrapped around you.

The realization slowly sinking in. The reason why he had returned on his own. Young-il. Jung-bae… were no more. Eliminated. You weren’t dead, but you could feel yourself bleed out with pain. Body beginning to shudder. Shudder with grief. Gi-hun felt your sudden shudder against his chest.

Making him cup your cheeks, lifting your head up to meet up with his eye-level. Seeing how close you were at the brink of breaking apart. – “Y/n.” – he breathed out, wiping some hair out of your face. – “Mianhae.” – were the only words he was able to get over his lips. – “Mianhae Y/n.” – he kept repeating with tears.

The mission was impossible to begin with. Yet you had hope that they would succeed. You had faith that Young-il would return to you. He was untouchable. Invincible. You never thought a mere bullet would take him out. He was Young-il. He couldn’t die. Not like this. Not when you begged him to come back to you… alive.

You felt people move closer to you. Two gentle hands settling on your shoulder. – “Y/n, gaja.” - Hyun-ju said softly. Nodding numbly, you allowed her to help you up. Geum-ja walked past you, taking Gi-hun by his shoulders. Telling him to get up as well. Gi-hun kept crying unable to compose himself.

Hyun-ju’s arm moved around you, keeping you upright. Knowing if she let go, you’d just collapse under the weight of grief. She turned with you, making her way back to the beds. From your side, you noticed some people coming closer. One particular stepping to the front. Releasing himself from the group.

“That’s what you get!” – the older guy shouted. Pointing strictly with his finger around. – “Thinking you can outsmart the games.” – he added making you slow down. Turning your head slightly to the O side. Another particular guy stepped forwards. Feeling extremely smug. – “I feel bad I wasn’t the one that killed him, but I’ll gladly take his money.” – Nam-gyu laughed out.

“Ya! Jugeullae?!”– you screamed out, breaking free from Hyun-ju’s grip. Nam-gyu moved back as you were ready to attack him. – “Y/n!” - Hyun-ju called out rushing up to you. Wrapping an arm around you to hold you back.

You kept protesting, forcing your way forwards to give him a piece of your mind. – “Mi-Chin-Nom!” – you cursed out swaying your arm forwards. – “Dae-ho!” - Hyun-ju shouted for back-up. She felt how she couldn’t keep you at bay. Dae-ho came joining in, taking you by the other arm. – “Y/n, gaja.” – he said telling you to not let him get under your skin.

You screamed loud in protest. Every fibre in your body shuddering. Leaving a bone-chilling feeling through-out the room. Screams dying out in tears. Loud sobs as your feet gave away under you. You had cracked. Grasping for air. Feeling yourself choke on your tears.

“He won’t save you now!”  - Nam-gyu called out. Hyun-ju turned sharply at him. – “Shut up before I silence you!” – she made clear with a glare. Nam-gyu swallowed, tugging his hands in his pocket. Sniffing loud as he moved back. Trying to make it as subtle as possible. Dae-ho and Hyun-ju helped you back to the beds.

Gaem-ja having comforted herself over Gi-hun. Jun-hee neared but could only stare saddened at the ground. Hyun-ju and Dae-ho helped you sit down. – “Y/n?” - Hyun-ju asked as your cries had silenced. Tears streaming down your face. Voice swallowed in. Having crawled back in your shell. Nothing but staring in front of you from shock. She came sitting in front of you slowly.

“Leave her be.” – Gaem-ja spoke when you didn’t respond to Hyun-ju. Hyun-ju looked over her shoulder to her, shaking her head. – “She needs time to grief.” – Gaem-ja continued. Sounding all motherly. Trying to comfort things over. – “I will not let her grief alone!” - Hyun-ju called out with trembling cheeks.

Angering herself that Gaem-ja was asking her to shut herself out from you. To distance herself from you when she wanted to be close. Hyun-ju looked confused back as she noticed you got up. Watching you with wide eyes. Wondering what you were going to do. Hoping you wouldn’t do anything reckless.

She watched as you moved further up the platforms. Crawling onto a bed. A bed that was not yours, but Young-il’s. Taking the pillow from behind you and holding it against your chest. It made her exhale soft, feeling your pain. You cradled his pillow close, pulling your knees up. Allowing your chin to settle in the softness of his pillow.

Smelling his scent as it painfully reminded you of him. More tears streamed down your cheeks. Sinking your face in the pillow to hide yourself. Hide for you not wanted to be here anymore. All felt empty without him. Without Jung-bae.

Gaem-ja grabbed Dae-ho by his shoulder. Shaking her head to not approach you. Dae-ho came sitting back down with a hard swallow. Jun-hee came sitting by his side. Allowing her head to lean against his shoulder and slipping her hand in his. Dae-ho shuddered out a breath, taking her hand firm.

Dae-ho felt tears come up, making him look up. Blinking rapidly to keep them at bay. Jun-hee sniffled quietly at his side. The room dimmed. Yellow lights illuminating the ceiling. Knowing what was about to come, you pressed your face deeper into his pillow. The piggy bank lowering. You didn’t want to watch it. Hating it. Hating the money. Hating the games. Hating the pink suits. Hating the game master for being so cruel.

The voice came through the speakers. Announcing the players that had been eliminated. You pressed your fingers firmer into it. Player 390 eliminated. Your muscles contracting. Player 001 eliminated. Body shuddering as you started sobbing loudly in the pillow.

The money dropped into the piggy bank like a lottery win. Flashing lights and music to make it exciting. To making it thrilling and appealing. The yellow lights dimmed as you knew the piggy bank was getting pulled up. The room briefly dimmed till the bright lights flashed back on.

After a while your tears dried out. Having none left to cry. Young-il’s pillow stained with your salty tears. Deepened with your touch. A sudden weight joining you on the matrass made you slowly lift your head. Gaze going higher to meet up with Gi-hun’s. Gi-hun staring saddened back at you. Lifting your head a bit more up. Gi-hun’s gaze fell upon the wet-stained pillow.

It made him reach out for your hand. Taking it in his. Pulling your hand slowly towards him. Your upper body, leaning forwards from his tug. – “Mianhae Y/n.” – he let out in a hushed voice. Young-il’s pillow lowered to your lap as you got pulled closer to Gi-hun. – “I couldn’t save him… I couldn’t save them.”

He gave you one last pull, moving his arm behind your back. Pushing you against his chest. Wrapping his arms around you. You let your chin rest on his shoulder feeling how his body started to sway. Sway from side to side. Rocking you in his embrace. At first it made you press your lips together.

Then you loosened up. Feeling how his gesture loosened you up. A soft laugh escaping your lips. A brief moment of joy. To allow yourself to relieve the burden of the games. Just Gi-hun and you in this moment. Another laugh came from you, hearing Gi-hun let out one too. Blinking thoughtfully, his swaying slowed.

Rocking you in his embrace fading out to a stop. Breathing out deep, you moved your arm around his shoulder to put your hand under your chin. Even if it was for a moment. Gi-hun had brought some light back into you. A light you had sniffed out for good. – “Gomawo.” – you whispered to him.

Feeling another touch on your shoulder, made you pull away from him. Hyun-ju staring with teary eyes back at you. You nodded with teary eyes back. She leaned down, wrapping her arms around you. Dae-ho and Jun-hee nearing as well. Hugging them as well. Lights blackened out, leaving everyone in darkness.

Except the vivid red and blue glow of the ever so present X and O on the floor. Everyone returned to their beds. You remained. Staying in Young-il’s bed. Cradling his pillow as comfort to your chest. Needing an embrace for the duration of the night. Knowing he wouldn’t be there when you wake up.

What felt like too short, was so. The lights beaming on. The voice announcing the next morning. You had no idea how you had closed your eyes, but somehow they had. Laying on your side, pillow against your chest. – “Y/n.” – Gi-hun came kneeling beside Young-il’s bed. – “It’s time to get up.” – he said. You nodded as he made way for you to get out. Gi-hun joined the others down as the doors opened.

Pink suits entering. Triangles up front. Parting as circles rolled in the voting machine. Ah yes. Due to a tie, there would be another vote in the morning. Sighing loud, you left Young-il’s pillow on his bed. Already missing the comfort of it. Going down the steps, your eyes fell on the walls once more. Now that some amount of beds had been cleared out, it became clearer.

The figurines. Showing red light, green light. Furrowing your brows, you turned your head to the side. Seeing another set played out by figurines. Six legs. Another one. Mingle. Turning around you narrowed your eyes on a set that had not been familiar yet.

Then another one and another one as it gave you a sense. A sense of hints to what was to come. – “Y/n.” – Jun-hee called out. Pulling your gaze away, you ran down the remaining steps. Everyone gathered to vote. It seemed pointless at this point. You had lost too many X voters last night. You were outnumbered. The O’s knew it. The X’ers felt it.

Whatever hope they had left, gone. Crushed within a few moments. The voting started. You watched as the O count went up. The X count barely. “Player 400” – you stepped forwards. Pressing hard on the X button. Taking little time to vote. What did it matter anyway. You couldn’t escape another game.

Looking back at your friends, it made you swallow painfully. Then your gaze went up to the walls. Observing the hints of games. You weren’t able to rely on anyone else anymore. You needed to find strength within yourself. Strength to undergo all this. This time Young-il couldn’t keep you save.

The score settled. O voters winning with pride. They celebrated and cheered on their side. X side staring gloomy and moving restlessly around. Some pink suits leaving with the voting machine. Others entering, rolling in breakfast. You lined up, receiving yours. Silently you followed your friends back to the beds.

“Y/n?” – Gaem-ja asked seeing something in your eyes. With one look back at her, she saw enough. A lust to fight burning deep into the pools of your eyes. Contemplating. Brooding. Waiting for the announcement of the next game.  

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🅵🅴🆅🅴🆁🆂 // part 11 (Reader x Young-il / player 001)

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Summary: While friends grief, the frontman concerns him over you. Wanting nothing more for you to be close to him once more. Yet stumping against the restrictions of his mask. One he perhaps must undo himself off. [series]

With empty hearts and heavy feet, they slumped forwards. An eerie silence having bestowed upon them. Nothing but the classic jingle booming through the speakers in an annoying pitch. Each step felt heavier as they marched down. Falling in line with those left. A feeling that never seemed to get away.

With each happy moment, the cold reality swung at them. Knocking them off their feet and sending them under. Reminding them how cruel the games were. White sneakers smudged with blood. The colour of blood was all they saw. Red for eternity. Step after step they followed the pink suits up front back to the dorms.

The remaining players slowly started to scatter around. Each returning to their beds in silence. Something about today’s game had left a silence in the air. There was but one that broke the silence. Whistling. First soft, then louder. More known. It made some curious heads turn.

The whistling coming from a rather cheerful chap. One hand in his pocket, the other swaying at his side. As if haven taken a walk in the park, he moved through the dorms. Nam-gyu. Those who grieved hard, turned their heads. Staring in disgust at him. Eyes puffy and red. – “Ya!” - Hyun-ju shouted loud. Making the whistling stop suddenly.

Before he could slip his hand out of his pocket, she had taken a hold of him. Grabbing him firmly by his shirt. Her knuckles almost up to his nose. Her fist hovering over his face. – “Gaesaekki.”– she screamed out, pulling him up to her nose.

Her eyes widened with hatred when he started laughing. He laughed. Laughed at the death of her friend. Of her yeodongsaeng… little sister. It became red before her eyes. Blinded with rage. Her fist came down. Knocking at bone.

Then another hit. A third. Again and again she let her knuckles hit bone. The laughing never stopping. Not even when his teeth were coloured red. – “Hyun-ju!” – a voice called out as two firm arms wrapped around her. Pulling her away from him. Hyun-ju kept hitting her fist down. His shirt slipped through her grip, making him stumble. Stumble to the ground. Laughing with blooded teeth and a bruised cheek.

Hyun-ju let out a chilling scream. Body trembling with rage at the loss of her yeodongsaeng. Sinking to her knees, Dae-ho went down with her. Wrapping his arms around her. She shoved him away, not wanting his touch. Gasping for air as it had become hard to breathe once more. Holding herself, her body rocked forwards.

“It’s my fault… I killed her…” – she whispered to herself. Feeling strongly responsible for your death. It was after all she who conducted the motions. Tell each player where to go. Even though she had not conducted your last act, she felt responsible for it. Unable to protect you. Already missing your presence. Missing your smile and that small fighting engine inside of you.

Gaem-ja touched her shoulders, whispering to her to get up. Hyun-ju shakily got up, letting her lead her back to the beds. Silence followed like a trail. Returning to their secluded area. Gi-hun was already there with Jun-hee. Gi-hun sat on your bed, staring at your pillow. His hand keeping a warmth on the matrass. Jun-hee was sniffing loudly against Myung-gi’s shoulder. Dae-ho hurried to a secluded area from each other.

Covering up his mouth to deafen out his sobs. Chest shuddering with emotion as the tears rolled down. Gi-hun pulled your pillow closer to his chest. Wrapping his arms around it. Barely any tears left to cry. – “Mianhae Y/n. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.” – he spoke to your pillow, giving it a cherished kiss. His gaze then went up. Up to the camera. – “I’ll end your games!” – he proclaimed to the camera. Knowing the man responsible for it was watching. The frontman.

The camera focused on Gi-hun. The view zooming in on his face. One man watching. From all the monitors, his focus was on the one that recorded his familiar place. Letting out a hard swallow. Feeling the intensity of the threat through the screen. The camera slowly zoomed back out. Showing more of those he knew. Of those he shared two games and a few nights with.

His head turned, attention drawn away from the monitors. Listening in. Listening in for something. Behind the mask his expression was emotionless. Numb. Stern. Turning on his heel, he ventured through his private quarters. Lingering in the door opening to another room. His bedroom.  A person laying in his bed. Still not awake.

He lowered his head a bit before venturing further. Stepping into the room. Going around his bed to wait at the side. Staring down. Hard. The mask hiding his true emotions. Tilting his head a bit to the side. Seeing the sweat still clearly present on your forehead and neck. With carefulness he came sitting down on the matrass.

Moving his hand up. Taking off his glove with shuddering tugs. His fingers close to his palm. With a shuddering breath, he moved his bare hand closer to you. Letting it hover above your forehead. The back of his hand touched your forehead. It was warm. His hand suddenly pulled away at the movement of you. Eyes settling on a black mask.

Gasping loud, you shot up. Pulling the blanket along with you. Sitting up straight against the back-frame. The frontman moved his hands up in a calming way, yet it was too late. Calling it out, you shoved your foot at him. Kicking him off the matrass. The frontman falling onto the ground. A piercing pain shooting through your side. Making you reach for it with a contracted expression. The frontman turned his head to you, underneath his mask, his eyes widening. He pulled himself up to his feet.

“You must…” – he said keeping his hands up. – “Stay away from me!” – you screamed at him, kicking your foot his way to keep him at bay. – “Please…” – he begged but you seemed to have no ears for it. A pillow went his way, hitting him in the chest.

Followed by a loud scream from you. Clutching your side, you moved over to the other side of the bed. Stumbling out of bed. Panting loud. Head feeling like a volcano. Ready to burst open with hotness. Sweating as your vision blurred. The walls vibrating around you.

The frontman was at your side, kneeling down. Offering you a hand. Clenching your jaw, you slapped his hand away. Hitting him in the mask. Pulling yourself to your feet. Stumbling forwards. Bumping against the doorframe. Legs wobbly and shaking. Unsteadily you thumped into the next room. Nearly out of breath.

Feeling his presence behind you. You called it out, turning around with a throwing punch. Wrist caught by his hand. Hand inches away from his face. – “Let me go!” – you called out, kicking at him. The frontman doubled over as his grip on you faltered.

The force made you stumble back against a small coffee table. – “Why am I alive?” – you let out confused. You were supposed to be dead. You had been shot. You had sacrificed your life so Jun-hee had another fighting chance.

“What kind of sick game are you playing here?” – you went on, grabbing the coffee table behind you firm. Leaning forwards at the strong pain coming from your side. Face contracting with pain.

 “Please…” – the frontman spoke approaching you once more. – “Stay back!” – you shouted at him, making him pause. Panting loud, you looked over your shoulder. Letting go of the coffee table as you stumbled further. – “Is this some sick private game?” – you breathed out, having to blink hard to keep your eyes open.

Burning like an oven. – “You have a fever.” – you heard him say. Grabbing for the wall, you let your forehead lean against it. Needing a moment to come to your senses. To try and get a grip of yourself. 

“Listen to me…” – the frontman spoke catching your attention. – “Why would I do that?” – you panted out. Turning your head slightly at him. Hand trembling, you slowly removed it from against your side. Seeing the tips of your fingers coloured with blood.

The frontman noticed it as well. Noticed how your wound had started to bleed once more. You pushed yourself away from the wall, taking a step before collapsing through your knees. – “Y/n!” -the frontman called out, rushing at you.

Catching you before your body could fully hit the ground. Slumping over his arms, you furrowed your brows at him. – “You must rest.” – he let out with a firm voice. Looking up to the black mask, your breath shuddered. Perhaps it was the fever, but you felt something familiar around him.

His gloved hand touched your cheek, thumb brushing downwards. Punching him against the mask, you stumbled back. Face contracting with pain and grief. – “You killed Jung-bae.” – you cried out. – “You killed Young-il!” – shouting his name to mark your anger.

The frontman held his hands up in a defenceless way. – “Y/n.” – he said before bringing his hands to the back of his head. Pulling down the hood. Keeping one hand at the front of the mask, the other reaching for the back of his head. Unclasping something. The mask still pressed against his face as your eyes widened with fear. Slowly it lowered, showing you a saddened face.

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