GAME OVER | SQUID GAME

𒊹 CHAPTER 22 𒊹

So little time held in prison, not even 24 hours, and Sang-woo apparently had a visitor already. His mother couldn't have possibly been there and he didn't exactly have friends...maybe it was his old boss ready to taunt him and make fun, laugh in his face and tell him he wasn't as smart as he once thought he was. All of this and for what?

A few sheets of dirty green paper?

The officer stopped him and opened the glass door to the visitation center, where Sang-woo was guided inside only to stop in his tracks at the sight of Gi-hun, sitting on the other side with pain in his eyes.

"You got 10 minutes."

After the door shut, there was just silence. Sang-woo sat down without a word while Gi-hun eyed him sadly. The tension in the room was enough to make you feel like someone died. In a way, something did.

Their love. Their relationship. That spark.

Nothing was said; just two pairs of eyes staring at each other as if both men were alone. One pair of eyes was angry yet hurt, the other pair hurt and confused.

"Are you okay?" Gi-hun asked softly.

"What do you want?" Sang-woo asked coldly. Gi-hun furrowed his eyebrows, clearly more hurt than before by his response.

"What I wa- I want to see you. I have to see you. So much happened and-"

"And what's it to you, huh? You're the one who did this, and now you're going to act like you didn't? You really are something else, I swear." Sang-woo interrupted, shaking his head.

"Sang-woo, I didn't make that call, Seok-woo did." Gi-hun leaned closer to the glass, looking intently at Sang-woo as he tried to reason with him.

"Oh so now he's the bad guy? Gosh, Gi-hun, you're seriously a train wreck. After all my now worthless attempts at getting you to listen. You can't admit when you're wrong so you put the blame on someone else." Sang-woo said harshly, his eyes cold as ice.

"Sang-woo, what's gotten into you? I never would've made that phone call, you know that. If I was going to rat you out, I would've done that after those games." Gi-hun responded, speaking in a lower tone at the last part. Sang-woo rolled his eyes, going back to his cold and reserved self.

"You know I would've rather died than come here to begin with. They wouldn't have been able to take me alive, so I'd either end my own life or you would've killed me when you had the chance. I'm not defending that bastard; if anything, I now wish he did stab himself to death. Only reason I went in there to help was for your sake and because I didn't want us to end the way we did. I couldn't lose you like that. But now those thoughts were a waste of time because I can't go against a call that you made from your phone. Seeing 911 from your phone was all the proof I needed." Sang-woo replied before chuckling, looking down at the floor, "funny how your phone was in his apartment; you probably fucked him before a hard day at work...why else would you forget your phone so easily?"

"Sang-woo...I never-" Gi-hun couldn't believe what he was hearing. He couldn't help but feel that he once against lost his best friend, but this time in a more brutal way. He didn't believe him, nor did he really plan on listening. Gi-hun figured he deserved that.

Gi-hun's next thought was cut off when he saw his ex lover deep in thought, a smirk creeping onto his face and his eyes trailing back up to Gi-hun. Gi-hun's heart was aching but rapidly beating at the same time. It was like he was looking at a whole other person, not Sang-woo. After so long apart...did they really know each other at all?

"I get it..." Sang-woo begun, his voice trailing off.

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