❝ I BURN FOR YOU,
AND YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW MY NAME❞
A story in which a woman, weighed down by her reckless misfortune, comes to find light when she is presented with a once in a lifetime opportunity to become a contestant in a series of games. Durin...
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✧.* C L O S E T O Y O U ✧.* — oc x hwang in-ho/frontman by chlo
[C H A P T E R S E V E N - LATE NIGHT TALKING] cw: blood | lots of fluff (woo)
GI-HUN'S EYES FLICKERED between the both of them as the pair broke apart, catching their breath. "You know what, it's none of my business what's happening here. But just so you know we're starting to put our defence up now." Was all he could say as he turned around, walking back to their group. He seemed almost disappointed.
"Ahh." Suki chuckled, her face red with embarrassment. "Maybe we should go help." He nodded.
"Why don't you go over there, I'll meet you there in a second. I just need to use the bathroom." He spoke. His voice sounded hesitant, like there was something else. Suki shrugged it off as they left her bed, longing for each other's embrace. She watched him as he walked over to the bathroom area, before joining Gi-hun and the others.
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YOUNG-IL's POV
As soon as he made his way over to the bathroom area, he looked around for signs of others. Signs of people that couldn't hear the conversation he was about to have with his guards. "Don't let anyone through here until we're done. Do I make myself clear?" The guard nodded, guarding the door as He dragged the other into the bathroom, locking the door behind them. "I need to speak with the commander now...pronto." Young-il spoke as the guard simply nodded, lowering his weapon as he reached for the walkie talkie on his utility belt.
"Sir." He pressed the button the beeping echoing around them.
"Go ahead." The voice sounded almost instantly as Young-il could make out the voice of the man he had put in charge while he stepped in the games.
"The Frontman wishes to speak to you." Young-il sent a glare at the guard as he waited for the voice to sound.
"Bring him up to the control room." Young-il didn't wait for the guard to respond before he turned on his heels, back up to the door, unlocking it from inside.
"Don't let anyone in here until I'm back." The guard nodded, before the other guard escorted him to the familiar stairwell he had seen many times these previous days. This time, they went straight on, following a purple corridor, climbing several steps before the guard stood still, waiting for the scanner to activate.
"Identity confirmed." And the door opened to the all familiar room. Masked workers sat at screens controlling everything around them, the faces of each player tiled on the floor as multiple big screens showed the room he had just been in.
