V.I.P | Junho from squid game

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"I am not in the mood." I stopped my boyfriend from speaking before he had the chance. He stood up from his spit on the couch after I walked in, his brows furrowing.

"Where did you come from?" He grumbled, staring up at me as I took off my jacket and opened a beer.

"I was out with a friend." I replied, sitting on the couch and throwing my head back on the headrest.

"Do I know him?"

"Her name is Hanna. That's all." I answered, narrowing my eyes at him. He always assumes the worst. If he found out where I really was, he'd go ballistic.

"Liar. Don't lie to me." He snarled, kicking an empty can of beer at my feet.

"I'm not lying. I have a life outside of you." I rolled my eyes, trying not to raise my voice. If I raised my voice he'd get mad.

If he gets mad... well, I don't want to get it to that point.

"Shut up. Do you have anything?" He changed the subject, snapping at me. I got up from my spot, sighing because I was extremely annoyed.

I'm like a money machine to him.

"Money? No. Stop asking me." I groaned, staring down at him.

"You lied yesterday-"

"You stole my money. You owe me." I sneered, careful to not get too close.

"I don't owe you shit. You live here, what you get is mine." He spat. I scratched my head in frustration, blinking back tears.

"I'm taking a shower. Clean this up, please." I turned on my heel and walked away, counting to 10 in my head and taking a deep breath.

"The rent is fucking due, I need money!" He shouted after I slammed the bathroom door, making me burst into tears.

Life outside is no better than life in the game. Question is, which would I rather be in right now?

He was knocked out on the couch when I got back, the mess exactly the same as it was when I left it. Slob. Why won't he just do as I ask?

A knock on the door. I walked to the door, walking quickly so he wouldn't wake up and start yelling at me.

I went to turn the doorknob, but something slid under the door.

I found myself smiling at what it was. A card. The card.

With the triangle, circle, and square. As if the prayers in the back of my mind had been answered.

Why not give this game a second shot? I need the money; plus, I'll be away from my boyfriend for... however long this takes. And that's enough for me.

My chance to be independent and by myself for the first time in years.

So, as quietly as I could, I snuck into my boyfriend's pants, taking the pocket knife I know he kept on him at all times. With a smile, I shoved it into my pocket and left the house.

-

I know they'll try to knock me out with some type of gas. So, I'll just breathe into my sleeve, and hopefully they won't notice me.

I felt everything, them carrying me out of the car, removing my clothes, patting me down; I should've just let them knock me out.

I tried to hide the grimace on my face, but I felt like it might be apparent that I was conscious.

But no one noticed.

-

"Hey you!" A familiar voice chirped, waking me up. I shot up from the bed, greeted by platinum blonde hair and a big smile.

"Hanna, you're here." A slight smile overtook my face, glad to see her. I thought I'd do this alone. I'm excited to have her here with me.

"First chance I got to come back, I took it." She smirked, fist-bumping my hand. She has a lot of energy.

I looked around the room, seeing the girl with short black hair and bangs again. Number 67. She looks cool.

I see people have also began creating their own gangs. We have to be careful around them; especially that guy with the neck tattoo. I don't want to go anywhere near him.

"Since we're both here, we stick together." I said, standing up from the bed. We were told to line up for food, and we both stood in line together.

The food was much like school food. Everything served in a little tray, and it was cold. The least they could do is offer a microwave or something.

Whatever. I want to play now; that's all I've been thinking about.

I looked up at the guards in bright red jumpsuits and masks. Something is off. I don't trust them, though I doubt anyone in here does.

I wonder if I could get some information out of one of them. All I need to know is the name of the next game. That way I can prepare for it.

No. That's too risky. I could get shot and die. I shook my head, turning back to my plate. Just play the game and leave.

-

"Hey, open the door you jerks!" A woman's shriek woke me up. Jesus christ its like the middle of the night.

"I really need to pee!" She shouted, banging on the door. I groaned, pulling my pillow over my ears.

Wait.

I got an idea, listening to her insult the guard. If I could be alone with one, that would be the perfect opportunity to get something out of them.

I know they aren't stuck up all the time- they have to have some breaking point where they'd spill everything.

And with the knife in my pocket, I'm sure I could find it.

But not tonight. Looks like number 67 beat me to it. Her and the other lady with curly hair. Whatever they're up to, none of my business.

I put my head over the pillow, watching them both be escorted out of the room with a triangle masked guard.

The masks must mean something. Squares are the higher ups, triangles are next, then circles? It's a strange system.

How do they decide who's who? Who is in charge? How do they tell eachother apart? What do they do all day? Beats me.

I'll figure it out eventually. It can't be anything too crazy.