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it's a heartwarming notion — someone as lowly as he could make such a sizable impact on someone strong and blessed and good like her. reverberations of his choices oft go neglected, operating beneath the assumption that he has nothing to offer the world. not even the days of tireless sensitivity training for the shelter's sake; those requiring the most aid become the most skipped over by those at the top. it's taught him irreplaceable empathy and understanding. who better to direct that veneration at than hyun-ju ? someone protective, just as he was ( protection takes the shape of a pregnant girl in need / trepidation incarnate that only ever wanted to escape / mirror images, though the mirror has fractured ). someone stronger than him, braver than him. adulation flows from his tongue as undeniable truth.

the rest of them felt betrayed. Saw him as a coward, a traitor. But her? She saw how he was trembling, cowering in a corner, sobbing and stuttering as he mumbled out his apologies. And that, seeing that scene could never get her to look at him in a bad sight. Because she understood. He was a constriction of his expectations, just as she was. She didn’t feel anger. She didn’t feel betrayed. She felt empathy and sadness. This muscular man, trembling like he was left naked in freezing cold, apologizing repeatedly because he couldn’t help them out.. she couldn’t harbor bad feelings.

And now, he was alone. The only one sitting next to him was her. And she was alright with that. Maybe they were just two cowards, two weirdos looking out for eachother. They were in solitude even in each others companies, and she found that beautiful.

She smiled at his words, her head tilting down. She got a little shy, probably. It’s not every day she gets to hear something like this. In fact, she hadn’t heard such sincere compliments since her time at the army. And after that, it all went south. “Thank you.” She spoke in a small voice, like she was whispering. “You should respect yourself as well, you know.” She placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it gently. “I don’t blame you. Really, I don’t. In fact, I’m glad you didn’t come back. If I didn’t come to check on you as well, we’d both be dead. So, in a way..” she chuckled before saying this; “I owe my life to you, don’t I?”

To nap was to rest, but more importantly, it let Myunggi escape this hellhole for even just a little while. After going through three games in this place, Myunggi really felt the need to start avoiding reality, even if he knew damn well that when he opened his eyes, the suffering would resume as if nothing had happened.

When he woke up from his nap, Myunggi realised that the games hadn’t started yet, and that he could ‘relax’ just a little bit before he had to face more bloodshed. He stretched himself, but only subtly — he didn’t want to draw too much attention. Myunggi looked around, only to find that he did capture someone’s attention. It was that tall, transgender woman who threatened him back in Mingle. Myunggi looked away, hoping that his eyes were deceiving him, but unfortunately, he really was the focus of her eyes. It made him. . . uncomfortable. Most likely because their first encounter wasn’t the best. And while Myunggi noticed player 120 to be quite polite under normal circumstances, perhaps he was unlucky enough to witness the opposite.

Did she sleep at all? No, of course not. How could she? Though perhaps that wasn’t a terrible thing. At least that allowed her to be conscious enough to scan the area for any potential attackers, to keep her teammates from any danger. But oh, how she was so terribly sleepy. No matter how much she would force herself to clear her mind, the second she’d close her eyes, young mi’s would pop right back in her head.

The last couple of nights, she could get a few hours in. But tonight, at 3 am, 4 at most, (there isn’t a clock here..) all she could do was sit up on her bed, eyes slightly puffy, with her mind whirling with emotions and thoughts that she just can not seem to cease no matter how she tries. Her thoughts warred in her brain about the right and wrong, about if she could truly save her, about whether or not the man was right about her not being quick enough. Her eyes drifted to the pregnant girl laying right next to her. Then her head lifted, her eyes scanning the O’s until they landed on the figure who had just sat up.

She watched him stretch, trying to tell from the side of his face if it was him. It was difficult in the dark, but As if he could feel her eyes on him, he looked around and they immediately locked eyes. Of course, being the god damn filthy fucking coward that he is, he looks away, before peeking back up at her. She didn’t know whether to blame him or not. While yes, he did do what he had to do to save his own life, in exchange, she took hers from her. Her life in exchange of his. She wouldn’t attack him, no.. but if there came a game where killing a player was necessary in order to pass, she knew exactly who her target was.

@120played Hyun-Ju says: ❛ I see something in you that I can’t explain. ❜

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Baby's  eyes  widen  slightly,  a  wince  forms  across  his  face  before  he  can  stop  it.  Does  she  know?  Does  she  have  some  kind  of  supernatural  radar  or  something?  Where  did  they  even  find  her  again  —  the  military?  Was  it  special  forces?  Baby  can't  remember  the  details,  not  that  he'd  been  paying  attention  during  that  briefing  anyway.  But  seriously,  don't  they  screen  for  this  kind  of  thing?  Would  the  army  actually  hire  someone  with  psychic  abilities?  Focus,  idiot.

He  slowly  turns  to  Hyun-Ju  with  a  blank  expression,  blinking  like  she  just  accused  him  of  stealing  a  pen,   “  Huh.  What  are  you  even  talking  about?  ”  he  asks,  feigning  innocence  like  a  true  professional liar.  The  beauty  of  denial  is  that  once  you  commit,  the  rest  comes  easy.  He  tilts  his  head  in  confusion,  sighing  dramatically.  “  Hyun-Ju ssi,  did  you  pregame  before  work  today?  I  mean,  I  don't  judge,  but  .  .  .  ”

She honestly wasn’t sure why she said that, and she regretted it as soon as it exited her mouth. The whole group, to be honest, felt.. wrong. Hyun ju was never a spiritual kind of person, but like a trained dog, she could feel when a person has good intentions. And the whole group screamed shady to her, which she wasn’t even sure why. They seemed like quite the decent people. They paid her very well, and even backstage, they didn’t act out of the ordinary. Though, they did throw away fan gifts which she didn’t like. But even so, it was none of her business, they were her bosses and she wasn’t obligated to question their intentions. Acknowledging that, she wanted to take back her words, but just when she was about to apologize and tell the idol to never mind it, her mouth paused open on the word she was about to utter. Her brows frowned slightly.

The defensiveness, the way he is trying to turn this to her in a way to make fun of her instead.. this was a manipulation tactic Hyun ju was incredibly familiar with, especially considering she spent the last decade of her life with young boys barely out of their teenage years trying to look cool to their peers by disrespecting her. She closed her mouth, her face sterning up slightly. If she wasn’t sure then, she is now, there is definitely something fishy going on with him. If not the whole group, at least he is guilty of something. But what? She doesn’t even notice how she looks like she’s glaring by how intensely she was staring at him. “..no, sir. My head is completely clear. I suppose I didn’t sleep well last night.. I apologize. Don’t mind me.” As she spoke, her eyes traveled his body as if trying to make something out of his body language. He was in a relaxed position, but he was weirdly stiff at the same time. Like he was trying to look relaxed.

i’m so tired of missing you.

stop giving me reasons to walk out.

sometimes the most persuasive argument is saying nothing at all.

you act so cold, it’s really hard to know you have any feelings.

this is who you’ve become. you can’t wash it off. it’s in you.

i feel like i lost someone i was with my whole life.

everyone’s kind of an asshole at 18.

fine. do whatever the fuck you want.

i am at the end of my rope. please.

everything that used to make sense doesn’t anymore.

this isn’t gonna be the last time you get exactly what you want and realize it isn’t what you wanted.

all you talk about is leaving this place.

sometimes i get angry, and i’m sorry.

“maybe” to me is the same thing as “no.”

i’m not okay, am i?

how about i just sit here with you until you’re ready. okay?

that’s why they call it a rock and a hard place. not a rock and a soft, comfy pillow.

you don’t get to judge me. i’m doing the best i can.

what happens next, that’s on me.

broken people don’t survive here.

it’s not your fault. you wanna feel like shit, fine. but feel like shit because your life is fucked. 

you wanna talk about what can and can’t be real? that’s the part you wanna focus on?

i haven’t heard good gossip in hours, and i need a good hit real bad.

not everything can be on your time.

if you wanna date people, we gotta stop hanging out with each other. it’s just math.

respectfully, i’ll die trying.

you help me, i help you. that’s the way it goes. 

i’m gonna put this as delicately as possible. how stupid are you?

all we can do right now is wait.

i saw something that wasn’t there. that’s not the first time that’s happened.

in this fucking ugly world, that kind of love does not exist.

i’m still your friend, i’m totally your friend, but you can be a little cruel.

that woman will eat you alive.

between you and me, i have seen some really crazy shit lately. 

you had so much respect for me that i started to learn how to respect myself.

i’m not someone who falls for fucked up, unavailable people.

when i’m mad, i don’t listen well.

welcome to your worst nightmare.

i don’t know what to do, and that really freaks me out.

you have no idea how lonely it is out here.

it wasn’t my choice to be this way.

i’m torn between my best future and my best life.

i feel like i’m hanging on by a thread here.

i wasn’t always like this, you know.

people wanna know if you’re a hero or an accomplice.

you should be mad at you.

i don’t like people going through my stuff.

you don’t have to defend yourself to me or anyone else who really knows you.

there is a fine line between savagery and consequence.

i’m the most clear-minded i’ve been in a long time, trust me.

there are no mistakes, just choices, and you chose what matters to you.

i think you mistook me for one of your little tricks.

i know how hard you work to keep yourself at a distance from everyone on the planet, but it’s not working for you anymore.

guess what, we were never safe.

what part of this is okay?

you just say what you want, not what anyone else wants, then you do that.

do you feel this? most people don’t have this. this is rare.

you’re not living your life. and if you don’t take any risks, you might as well be dead.

i’m not gonna end up sad and alone and full of regret.

let’s be known and gay together.

i pretended everything was fine. i think that just made everything worse.

you won’t be alone, but you’ll still get lonely.

i’ll tell you what i’d like to do next, i’d like to fucking murder somebody. you, maybe.

i’m turning into somebody i can’t stand.

i’m not gonna lie, you drive me crazy sometimes, but we’re in this together. you’re not alone.

i need help, don’t i? i’m really fucked up.

i don’t feel like i have anything left to give.

there are always going to be monsters in the world. it doesn't matter where you are. but i promised myself i would never let them scare the life out of me.

you’d be surprised how quickly all this becomes normal.

if you don’t learn from your mistakes, you’re doomed to repeat them, right?

life always seems to have other plans.