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[kimjunhees]

junhee hesitates, wanting nothing more than to linger in noeul’s presence a little longer — it’s the closest thing to warmth and security that she has within these games. but she knows they’re already pushing their luck with time, and takes the other’s hand, softly squeezing it as she nods. “i’ll see you then.” junhee speaks softly, meeting noeul’s gaze for a moment before she turns to head back to the sleeping quarters on her own.

06. sliding a hand under their chin to tilt their head up.

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dark, wide eyes adjust to the minimal lighting as her gaze settles upon noeul's features, lingers over her lips. it's as if she tries to memorise her, assure she has her mental image perfected for whenever she ends up behind that damned mask again. softly, junhee swallows, anxiety swelling within her chest. "you can't keep doing this," she murmurs, voice cautiously low. she knows how unlikely it is for a guard to stray this far out, but she still finds herself worried. "what happens if you get caught?"

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junhee watches the two reunite, smiling as hyunja coos and babbles in excitement, reaching towards wooju, before she looks back to noeul, nodding. “coffee’s all ready for you in the kitchen, just how you like it,” she gestures for the other to follow to the kitchen counter, which grants them a view of the children. she offers her the warm mug of coffee she’d made. “what’s up?”

No-eul knocks on the door and smiles softly as she bounces Woo-ju on her hip, waiting for an answer.

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when she hears the knock at the door, junhee carefully assures that hyunja is safely within her playpen before moving to answer it. she smiles warmly at the sight of noeul and wooju, stepping aside and holding the door open wider. “come in,” she hums, reaching her hand out towards wooju. “hi wooju, how are you?”

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she carefully closes the door behind the two, then leans down to be closer to wooju’s height once he’s set down. junhee giggles with his enthusiasm, catching him in her arms and squeezing him. “that’s me!” she smiles, tickling his side. she holds him for a few more moments before gently putting him down, encouraging him towards the playpen. “why don’t you go say hi to hyunja?”

No-eul knocks on the door and smiles softly as she bounces Woo-ju on her hip, waiting for an answer.

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when she hears the knock at the door, junhee carefully assures that hyunja is safely within her playpen before moving to answer it. she smiles warmly at the sight of noeul and wooju, stepping aside and holding the door open wider. “come in,” she hums, reaching her hand out towards wooju. “hi wooju, how are you?”

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nerves swell further with her chest with the notion of departing with noeul, returning to uncertainty again. she already knows the minutes spent waiting for lights out will pass like hours, each of which spent worrying that something has gone wrong, that noeul has gotten caught. she doesn’t voice the concerns, instead just forcing herself to nod softly. despite it all, she trusts the other. “okay.” junhee promises.

06. sliding a hand under their chin to tilt their head up.

@sunset-011-shot

dark, wide eyes adjust to the minimal lighting as her gaze settles upon noeul's features, lingers over her lips. it's as if she tries to memorise her, assure she has her mental image perfected for whenever she ends up behind that damned mask again. softly, junhee swallows, anxiety swelling within her chest. "you can't keep doing this," she murmurs, voice cautiously low. she knows how unlikely it is for a guard to stray this far out, but she still finds herself worried. "what happens if you get caught?"

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junhee’s breath shakes as it passes her lips, her grasp upon hyunju’s arm tightening. the gunfire seems to last an eternity, and she can’t tell when it ceases and becomes replaced with the echo of it within her mind. she blinks, the other woman’s question taking her a beat to process. “um,” she mumbles, sniffling. “388. 149…” junhee hesitates, swallowing. “333.”

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though subtle, the spinning of the platform is enough make junhee dizzy. she holds her stomach a little tighter through her clothes, anxiously watching the doors blur past as childish singing fills the room. she tries not to focus on the pools of blood staining the floor, once inches from where she stands, but the thought only adds to the heavy feeling in her gut, and junhee finds herself holding her breath. each round proves more difficult than the last, her body aching in an effort to resist the exertion, but she tells herself she can make it. she has to. just one more game. the platform ceases movement abruptly, and a cheery voice overhead enthuses, “two!”

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No-eul knocks on the door and smiles softly as she bounces Woo-ju on her hip, waiting for an answer.

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when she hears the knock at the door, junhee carefully assures that hyunja is safely within her playpen before moving to answer it. she smiles warmly at the sight of noeul and wooju, stepping aside and holding the door open wider. “come in,” she hums, reaching her hand out towards wooju. “hi wooju, how are you?”

[kimjunhees]

What r your thoughts on Gyeong-seok? Do you think he's a nice guy?

i think so! i don’t know much about him, but hyunju seems to like him, and any friend of her’s is a friend of mine ^^

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junhee presses her lips together in an effort to mask the concern that threatens to reflect upon her features, glancing towards the ground. noeul is right — she’s more than capable of defending herself, but that does little to lift the anxiety and guilt that burdens the younger woman. she looks back to her, studying her expression before nodding slowly. “y-yes…” she answers quietly.

06. sliding a hand under their chin to tilt their head up.

@sunset-011-shot

dark, wide eyes adjust to the minimal lighting as her gaze settles upon noeul's features, lingers over her lips. it's as if she tries to memorise her, assure she has her mental image perfected for whenever she ends up behind that damned mask again. softly, junhee swallows, anxiety swelling within her chest. "you can't keep doing this," she murmurs, voice cautiously low. she knows how unlikely it is for a guard to stray this far out, but she still finds herself worried. "what happens if you get caught?"

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junhee gives a gentle shake of her head, features softening with haneul’s swift apology on behalf of his brother’s behaviour. “it’s not your fault.” she reminds him, tone kinder than it had been a moment ago. she nurses the swell of her stomach through her clothes, exhaling slowly. recently, it had felt much like the universe was playing a series of pranks upon her. bringing her here, reuniting her with myunggi. she realises this might be one too — the father of her child having a twin the polar opposite of himself, as if to mock her poor choices of settling with myunggi. she looks down. “i know it isn’t — and i’m trying, i just…” junhee trails off, chews at her lower lip. “he promised. promised the baby that he was done.”

ha-neul was just sitting on his bunk , slowly eating his food that the guards handed out. his eyes soon caught on his older twin brother walking away back towards the ' O ' side. did something happen? he couldn't tell. that was until he saw jun-hee come out of the same place. his first thought was if it was another argument , since myung-gi always tried to make amends with jun-hee again. sighing , he sat down the tin box that the food was served in before he got off from his bunk to walk towards jun-hee. sighing quietly , he reached out to gently tap at jun-hee's shoulder , hoping she wouldn't think he was myung-gi since they were twins. clearing his throat , he finally built up the courage to speak.

❝ jun-hee.? ❞ he started , trying to think about what else to say. he didnt want to seem nosy.. “ did something happen between you and my brother , again? “

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[kimjunhees]

of course, noeul. i’ll see you soon.

Do you happen to have any coffee...? Or want to babysit...?

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yes to both. wanna come drop wooju over? i’ll have a coffee ready for you

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a soft, shaky breath of relief leaves her as the guard seems to abandon their care towards the two, and junhee quietly follows semi through the brightened hallways that guide them back to the sleeping quarters. her relief is short-lived, quickly replaced with concern over what the other players might think of her, weakened after only one game. worse yet, what if myunggi sees her? semi’s words bring her back to the present, and a soft frown curls the corners of her lips. “i appreciate the knight in shining armour act,” she says quietly, forcing herself to stand straighter when the maze of bunk beds begin to come into view. “but please don’t let it get that far. i don’t want anyone to die for me. especially not you.”

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the tiled walls of the bathroom feel as if they’re closing in on junhee, intruding on her already-restricted breathing. ahead of her, the faucet leaks a steady stream of cool water, forgotten in favour of the overwhelming pain that swells within her. “fuck.” she murmurs, the hand that doesn’t clutch her stomach rising to frantically push back her hair. junhee forces out a shaky breath, stiffening when she hears someome approach the entrance of the bathroom — another player, probably. god, the last thing she needs is to look weaker than she’s already presented herself. she wipes at her face, forcing herself to straighten up.

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she swallows, nods softly. “thank you.” outside, time ticks down. a moment later, gunshots ring out. junhee flinches, immediately cowering closer to hyunju. trembling fingers settle around the taller woman’s wrist. “who… who was out there? did you see? was…” her voice trails off into silence; there’s too many people to ask about, and she’s too scared of the answer.

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though subtle, the spinning of the platform is enough make junhee dizzy. she holds her stomach a little tighter through her clothes, anxiously watching the doors blur past as childish singing fills the room. she tries not to focus on the pools of blood staining the floor, once inches from where she stands, but the thought only adds to the heavy feeling in her gut, and junhee finds herself holding her breath. each round proves more difficult than the last, her body aching in an effort to resist the exertion, but she tells herself she can make it. she has to. just one more game. the platform ceases movement abruptly, and a cheery voice overhead enthuses, “two!”

[kimjunhees]

Do you happen to have any coffee...? Or want to babysit...?

@sunset-011-shot

yes to both. wanna come drop wooju over? i’ll have a coffee ready for you

[kimjunhees]

junhee sighs softly, looking away again. her attention falls to her hands, fiddling amongst one another in an effort to distract herself from the pressing anxieties. "noeul, no..." she shakes her head, though she knows already that the other is likely far too stubborn to be convinced of any alternative. "it's not 'so be it'. i don't want you to get hurt... especially not for my sake." junhee holds her stomach gently. she hates herself for accepting the help, but without the extra food, would her baby even make it?

06. sliding a hand under their chin to tilt their head up.

@sunset-011-shot

dark, wide eyes adjust to the minimal lighting as her gaze settles upon noeul's features, lingers over her lips. it's as if she tries to memorise her, assure she has her mental image perfected for whenever she ends up behind that damned mask again. softly, junhee swallows, anxiety swelling within her chest. "you can't keep doing this," she murmurs, voice cautiously low. she knows how unlikely it is for a guard to stray this far out, but she still finds herself worried. "what happens if you get caught?"

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10. fixing a piece of their clothing carefully.

junhee's hands idle by her sides for a moment before she allows herself to look at the reflection ahead of her, gaze sweeping over the dress she wears. it hugs her small frame nicely, draws attention to the curves of her hips. the sight is practically foreign. when was the last time she had ever looked this nice? "it's beautiful, siyeon," she speaks softly, smoothing her hands over the dress. "i can't believe you made this..."

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remnants of her prior irritation still burden junhee's soft features as she retreats to her bunk, a hand nursing her stomach as she tries to even out her breath. she's grateful that she had eaten prior to speaking with myunggi, because her appetite would have ceased entirely by now, and that was surely the last thing her child needed atop of the endless stress they probably absorbed from her.

only for a moment does his presence alarm her, before a careful look over his expression assures her of his identity. she had spent all too much time with myunggi to not notice the subtle differences between the pair of brothers; the way that haneul's nose angled a little differently to his, or how their lips formed around words as if they were each speaking their own language. she relaxes, smoothing out her jacket. "i guess you could say that," junhee answers, briefly glancing across the large room. "he promised me that he was done voting 'o', but... again, he wants 'one more game.'"

ha-neul was just sitting on his bunk , slowly eating his food that the guards handed out. his eyes soon caught on his older twin brother walking away back towards the ' O ' side. did something happen? he couldn't tell. that was until he saw jun-hee come out of the same place. his first thought was if it was another argument , since myung-gi always tried to make amends with jun-hee again. sighing , he sat down the tin box that the food was served in before he got off from his bunk to walk towards jun-hee. sighing quietly , he reached out to gently tap at jun-hee's shoulder , hoping she wouldn't think he was myung-gi since they were twins. clearing his throat , he finally built up the courage to speak.

❝ jun-hee.? ❞ he started , trying to think about what else to say. he didnt want to seem nosy.. “ did something happen between you and my brother , again? “

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[kimjunhees]

06. sliding a hand under their chin to tilt their head up.

@sunset-011-shot

dark, wide eyes adjust to the minimal lighting as her gaze settles upon noeul's features, lingers over her lips. it's as if she tries to memorise her, assure she has her mental image perfected for whenever she ends up behind that damned mask again. softly, junhee swallows, anxiety swelling within her chest. "you can't keep doing this," she murmurs, voice cautiously low. she knows how unlikely it is for a guard to stray this far out, but she still finds herself worried. "what happens if you get caught?"