𝘀𝗲-𝗺𝗶

{Starter for: @hanse-mi380}

The first game felt surreal. The ravenette had no idea how she survived by keeping still. Se-Mi didn’t have a problem. Speaking which, why was she here? Had she been here the entire time they stopped talking to each other? Yuritzi dragged her jelly legs through the endless hallway with other survivors as they were led back to the warehouse sized dorms. She had blood droplets on her cheek and sleeves from a victim who made the mistake of moving in front of her during red light.

Before she knew it, the foreigner was in her bed. She never moved her head to look at the plastic hollow piggy bank above everyone, collecting money over the lives that were just lost. Her mother isn’t going to accept this money used to help her fly out to Korea and get by. Yuri turned to her side and curled her knees to her chest, listening to distant conversations and that annoying automated intercom announcing it was bed time. The creepy music followed by it added to the eerie atmosphere. She furrowed her brows and frowned at flashbacks of signing that damn agreement. Of course this was a trick! Eliminated didn’t mean disqualification, it meant death.

Player 113’s expresso colored eyes looked up through the dark for that familiar pale, pierced face. She didn’t know why she still cared about her, but she’ll be damned if Se-Mi gets herself killed. She wasn’t done being upset with her flaws. She wasn’t done with her, no matter how hard it has been to confront her. Her eyes grew heavy until she was asleep.

Yuritzi got up the second she heard classical music and felt the lights on her eyes. She remembered where she was. She pinched her nose bridge and groaned in annoyance as she tried to wake up more and get on her feet. Once everyone had eaten, it was time for another game. The brunette practically chewed on her tongue and squeezed her own wrist as she followed the rest towards the new location, however—it required teams.

Fuck.

Teamwork here as an outsider is going to be difficult. No one is going to pick someone who could jeopardize them. Her eyes scanned people walking past her and gathering in groups of six. She felt more like a ghost at the moment. Surely the guards wouldn’t kill someone off who couldn’t find a group in time, right?

As instinct, Yuri’s eyes searched for Se-Mi. She saw the other was already in a group with the worst people around, excluding the shy guy.

“Uh..Hey. Are you in a team yet?”

Yuri.

Of all people. Se-Mi kept her eyes ahead, pretending she didn’t feel the hesitant stare digging into her. The room buzzed with quiet anxiety as players grouped up. She already had her team—an awkward but workable trio she’d found early. It wasn’t ideal, but they were alive. That counted for something.

Se-Mi turned. Just enough to face her. Her expression didn’t shift. She kept her arms crossed over her chest, jaw tight.

“Yeah,” she said. “I’m already with a group.”

{Starter for: @hanse-mi380}

The first game felt surreal. The ravenette had no idea how she survived by keeping still. Se-Mi didn’t have a problem. Speaking which, why was she here? Had she been here the entire time they stopped talking to each other? Yuritzi dragged her jelly legs through the endless hallway with other survivors as they were led back to the warehouse sized dorms. She had blood droplets on her cheek and sleeves from a victim who made the mistake of moving in front of her during red light.

Before she knew it, the foreigner was in her bed. She never moved her head to look at the plastic hollow piggy bank above everyone, collecting money over the lives that were just lost. Her mother isn’t going to accept this money used to help her fly out to Korea and get by. Yuri turned to her side and curled her knees to her chest, listening to distant conversations and that annoying automated intercom announcing it was bed time. The creepy music followed by it added to the eerie atmosphere. She furrowed her brows and frowned at flashbacks of signing that damn agreement. Of course this was a trick! Eliminated didn’t mean disqualification, it meant death.

Player 113’s expresso colored eyes looked up through the dark for that familiar pale, pierced face. She didn’t know why she still cared about her, but she’ll be damned if Se-Mi gets herself killed. She wasn’t done being upset with her flaws. She wasn’t done with her, no matter how hard it has been to confront her. Her eyes grew heavy until she was asleep.

Yuritzi got up the second she heard classical music and felt the lights on her eyes. She remembered where she was. She pinched her nose bridge and groaned in annoyance as she tried to wake up more and get on her feet. Once everyone had eaten, it was time for another game. The brunette practically chewed on her tongue and squeezed her own wrist as she followed the rest towards the new location, however—it required teams.

Fuck.

Teamwork here as an outsider is going to be difficult. No one is going to pick someone who could jeopardize them. Her eyes scanned people walking past her and gathering in groups of six. She felt more like a ghost at the moment. Surely the guards wouldn’t kill someone off who couldn’t find a group in time, right?

As instinct, Yuri’s eyes searched for Se-Mi. She saw the other was already in a group with the worst people around, excluding the shy guy.

“Uh..Hey. Are you in a team yet?”

{Starter for: @hanse-mi380}

The first game felt surreal. The ravenette had no idea how she survived by keeping still. Se-Mi didn’t have a problem. Speaking which, why was she here? Had she been here the entire time they stopped talking to each other? Yuritzi dragged her jelly legs through the endless hallway with other survivors as they were led back to the warehouse sized dorms. She had blood droplets on her cheek and sleeves from a victim who made the mistake of moving in front of her during red light.

Before she knew it, the foreigner was in her bed. She never moved her head to look at the plastic hollow piggy bank above everyone, collecting money over the lives that were just lost. Her mother isn’t going to accept this money used to help her fly out to Korea and get by. Yuri turned to her side and curled her knees to her chest, listening to distant conversations and that annoying automated intercom announcing it was bed time. The creepy music followed by it added to the eerie atmosphere. She furrowed her brows and frowned at flashbacks of signing that damn agreement. Of course this was a trick! Eliminated didn’t mean disqualification, it meant death.

Player 113’s expresso colored eyes looked up through the dark for that familiar pale, pierced face. She didn’t know why she still cared about her, but she’ll be damned if Se-Mi gets herself killed. She wasn’t done being upset with her flaws. She wasn’t done with her, no matter how hard it has been to confront her. Her eyes grew heavy until she was asleep.

Yuritzi got up the second she heard classical music and felt the lights on her eyes. She remembered where she was. She pinched her nose bridge and groaned in annoyance as she tried to wake up more and get on her feet. Once everyone had eaten, it was time for another game. The brunette practically chewed on her tongue and squeezed her own wrist as she followed the rest towards the new location, however—it required teams.

Fuck.

Teamwork here as an outsider is going to be difficult. No one is going to pick someone who could jeopardize them. Her eyes scanned people walking past her and gathering in groups of six. She felt more like a ghost at the moment. Surely the guards wouldn’t kill someone off who couldn’t find a group in time, right?

As instinct, Yuri’s eyes searched for Se-Mi. She saw the other was already in a group with the worst people around, excluding the shy guy.

{Starter for: @hanse-mi380}

The first game felt surreal. The ravenette had no idea how she survived by keeping still. Se-Mi didn’t have a problem. Speaking which, why was she here? Had she been here the entire time they stopped talking to each other? Yuritzi dragged her jelly legs through the endless hallway with other survivors as they were led back to the warehouse sized dorms. She had blood droplets on her cheek and sleeves from a victim who made the mistake of moving in front of her during red light.

Before she knew it, the foreigner was in her bed. She never moved her head to look at the plastic hollow piggy bank above everyone, collecting money over the lives that were just lost. Her mother isn’t going to accept this money used to help her fly out to Korea and get by. Yuri turned to her side and curled her knees to her chest, listening to distant conversations and that annoying automated intercom announcing it was bed time. The creepy music followed by it added to the eerie atmosphere. She furrowed her brows and frowned at flashbacks of signing that damn agreement. Of course this was a trick! Eliminated didn’t mean disqualification, it meant death.

Player 113’s expresso colored eyes looked up through the dark for that familiar pale, pierced face. She didn’t know why she still cared about her, but she’ll be damned if Se-Mi gets herself killed. She wasn’t done being upset with her flaws. She wasn’t done with her, no matter how hard it has been to confront her. Her eyes grew heavy until she was asleep.

Yuritzi got up the second she heard classical music and felt the lights on her eyes. She remembered where she was. She pinched her nose bridge and groaned in annoyance as she tried to wake up more and get on her feet. Once everyone had eaten, it was time for another game. The brunette practically chewed on her tongue and squeezed her own wrist as she followed the rest towards the new location, however—it required teams.

Fuck.

Teamwork here as an outsider is going to be difficult. No one is going to pick someone who could jeopardize them. Her eyes scanned people walking past her and gathering in groups of six. She felt more like a ghost at the moment. Surely the guards wouldn’t kill someone off who couldn’t find a group in time, right?

As instinct, Yuri’s eyes searched for Se-Mi. She saw the other was already in a group with the worst people around, excluding the shy guy.

- @park-minsu-official

what you did was very fucked up, but it's alright, I forgive you minsu

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