wisteriatal

[wisteriatal]

we are just two men as God had made us. (18+)

ship : Myunggi (Player 333) x Namgyu (Player 124)

wc : 4.5k

tw : dubcon/dark content (cnc, drugged smut) no aftercare, knifeplay, mentions of murder and gore, mlm, an@l, blowj0b, dead dove do not eat!!

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“Please… s-spare me—

A pained shriek was pushed out of the man’s lungs as Namgyu slashed one of his legs, forcing the man to fall to his knees before collapsing on the ground due to the overwhelming pain.

It was their first victim, and Myunggi just stayed complicit, watching Namgyu eye the other guy like a predator playing with his food before diving for the main course, a cheshire grin printed on his face like a brand, almost as if he enjoyed watching the blood seep out of the guy’s wound.

Myunggi still felt anxious, almost as if God is watching his every move right fucking now, in this alleyway painted with useless art of childhood nostalgia.

“Myunggi!!! What are you doing bro?” Namgyu mockingly said in horrible English, before swinging his arm around Myunggi’s shoulder and forcing him to see the player desperately trying to crawl away as his injured leg stayed limp, dragging across the dirty floor.

“Wanna finish the job?” Namgyu looks at Myunggi with bubbly eyes, and Myunggi almost wanted to punch him but still felt stunned by this whole ordeal.

“Finish?”

“Yeah, that’s what we agreed on right? We kill together, we work together, and we survive together.” Myunggi took in steady breaths, still trying to overcome his logic that is holding him back from stabbing the man.

And as the guy started crawling away even faster, Namgyu grew impatient.

“Tsk, alright then I will have all the fun for myself!” Namgyu teased as he proceed to hold his knife with both hands, and then leaping swiftly—

“WAIT,” Namgyu stops mid leap as he looks at Myunggi, annoyed.

“What now Myunggi-gi…”

Myunggi ignored the extra ‘gi’ Namgyu gave to his name, and voiced out his concerns.

“If you kill him, that means I won’t have a kill, which means you get to leave the game and survive while I can’t.”

“Yeah no shit,” Namgyu chuckles as he steps on the gash he inflicted on the guy harshly to hold him still, making the guy groan loudly in pain.

“Nevermind I’ll kill him off first.” As Myunggi proceeds to prepare his dagger, Namgyu holds him back.

“Hey hey… What if we stabbed him at the same time?” The glimmer in Namgyu’s eyes made Myunggi feel slightly pissed, does he really see this as some game? but he knows Namgyu has a point… even if it sounds like it mainly caters to his masochistic urges.

“So we each get half a kill,” Namgyu continues after seeing Myunggi’s complex face, as if he is facing a moral dilemma in real time, though he is long broken already.

“Sure, let's do it.” Namgyu smiles widely at Myunggi’s answer,

“Correct answer! Now on the count of 1.. 2..

Myunggi prepared his knife, and as the player beneath them started to shiver and shout loudly for help, Namgyu shouted out.

3!!!!”

Both of them stabbed the man together at the same time, both on different sides of his back, stabbing through his vital organs and immediately killing him, the screams of agony he let out slowly came to a silence, his shaking and agitated body now stilling, blood draining from his skin.

Sighing, Namgyu pulls out his blade, as his whole body flushes, looking at the guy now motionless, thanks to him and Myunggi.

However, Myunggi was more serious, pulling his blade out but standing immediately after checking if the guy’s breath had stopped.

“Myunggi? Why in a rush, come here.” As Myunggi looked at Namgyu, he looked… different. Face reddened, sweat beading his forehead grew more in number, and hands shivering in a specific sensation Myunggi knows it's not due to fear of ending the life of somebody.

Suddenly Namgyu stands up to pull Myunggi’s hand with him, dragging him to squat in front of the face of the man they just killed.

“Look at his eyes, god… his eyes, see? See that?”

Namgyu’s blood stained fingers split the eyelids of the man open to reveal his eyeball, pupil vacant of life and completely blacked out.

“Those are the doll eyes, the infamous doll eyes! They turn black slowly as life drains from the person…” Namgyu rambles on to Myunggi as he could feel Namgyu’s shuddered breath growing rapidly. It was… kind of uncomfortable, Myunggi knows Namgyu probably takes pleasure in this, knows it's not because of the gore or the blood, but rather the power dynamics Namgyu has with the people he kills, and how he relishes in his own selfishness.

“Yyyeah… we gotta get going.” Myunggi forces Namgyu’s hand off his shoulder as he starts walking away from the murder scene.

“Myunggi!” Namgyu tries calling out for him to stay a little longer but he just keeps on walking. But Namgyu did not care, he just looked at his new victim’s eyes, before feeling his pants tighten, as he muttered to himself.

—

Sooner enough, the duo passed the game as they stabbed another person one more time together. Myunggi notices Namgyu grew more verbal this time, his breathing was more noticeable and his moans that he tries to hide are still hearable.

Player 333, pass.

Player 124, pass.

Myunggi lets out a sigh of relief upon hearing the announcement, before leaving dagger in hand, walking away from the scene of the crime, just relieved he survived. But of course Namgyu would not allow that.

“Myunggiii let’s kill more!”

“Why? We passed.”

“Because I said so, killing with you is so much fun Myunggi-gi.”

Clicking his tongue, Myunggi forcefully shrugged off Namgyu’s hand on his shoulder, trying to walk away but Namgyu held on, pushing the limits of Myunggi’s anger.

“What the fuck do you want?”

“You! And killing with me.”

Is he horny or just trying to fuck with me?Myunggi could only think to himself. His patience was wearing out, the smell of blood all over him and Namgyu was growing more overwhelming as minutes passed and he just wanted to rest in a corner and relish in the horrid screams of many others dying.

“You’re fucking crazy you know that?” Myunggi finally faces Namgyu as he shoves him away, but that action for some reason made Namgyu’s smile curve up even more.

“You know me so well Myunggi-gi…” Namgyu mutters, and as Myunggi looks closer, he could see a red tint in the whites of his eyes, it must be the drugs, he should just ignore him.

So, Myunggi walks away, briskly walking at a languid pace. Until a pair of arms hugs him from behind and a body jumps over his back slightly, grappling onto him like a sloth. That just made him reach his breaking point.

“I’m crazier for you and all those killings though!” Namgyu teases again, and Myunggi just wants to wipe that smile off his face.

“Come onn, imagine the prize money! Imagine how high it would be!!! Come on MG Coin!!” Namgyu’s repeated horrible english just made Myunggi grind his teeth even more in annoyance and anger.

And that stupid nickname just pushed him even further.

“Oh yeah? How high huh? Only you here is the highest in this fucking hell hole.” Myunggi turns to face Namgyu again, his eyes shooting daggers into his skull.

“I want to check on the other players… solidify some of their fates… read them a bedtime story and put them all to sleep!—

Myunggi shoves Namgyu into a nearby unlocked room, checking if there are any blue players inside before gripping Namgyu’s shoulders painfully firm against the wall.

“I know you’re fucking high and psychotic, but stop, including, me.”

“But I’m lonely…”

Myunggi was about to implode.

“Oh yeah, lonely? You want attention huh? Fucking junkie.”

“Oh yeah, I wanna slaughter and play knife games with people,” Namgyu suddenly started letting out random screams while smiling, and as Myunggi’s eyes dart to the cross necklace hung on his neck, it gave him a fucked up idea.

Swiftly holding Namgyu’s wrists above his head, he opened the cross necklace with his other hand, and upon witnessing Namgyu’s eyes widening in fear of him taking away his drugs, Myunggi suddenly felt this hunger within him, this happiness he felt from seeing Namgyu vulnerable, except this form of happiness did not settle in his heart, but rather his crotch.

He forces one pill into Namgyu’s mouth to his surprise. Touching his lips by accident, Namgyu still felt his cheeks warm as he felt an aching from deep within. God this is fucked up Myunggi thinks, but Namgyu is already so high in the clouds, and there’s no way Myunggi knows if he is gonna live another day.

With the adrenaline rush of winning today’s game and surviving after killing off two players, Myunggi decides to take a risk.

He takes a pill from the cross necklace and swallows one too, all while remaining eye contact with Namgyu, noticing Namgyu’s eyes widening again, pupils dilating.

He likes that

“Told you this drug is fucking amazing.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Namgyu laughed uncontrollably from Myunggi’s refusal to submit to him, and slowly the tension felt more intimate. Namgyu knows even through his kaleidoscope vision, as well as Myunggi through his faltering morality.

The loud laughter for some reason triggered Myunggi, made him feel small.

Slap

Myunggi slapped Namgyu’s face hard, as Namgyu’s hair whipped from the intensity of the slap, his face now looking the other way. Suddenly Myunggi presses the sides of his neck, choking him, forcing Namgyu to look at him as his other hand still restrained his wrists.

Namgyu looked bamboozled, almost aroused, as his legs felt jelly.

“You’re really fucking annoying you know that?”

As Namgyu’s pupils fixated on Myunggi, he focused on his features; the frowned eyebrows, the blood smeared all over his face that somehow made him look fuckable and his pupils widening with red veins scattered in his eyeballs showing his anger slash passion.

A vein was about to pop in Myunggi’s neck, and Namgyu loved it.

“This is what they do to guys like me back in prison.” Namgyu confesses, voice shaky with need.

We are just two men as God had made us. Myunggi knows that, but if you place two men together in a maze to kill for the sake of surviving, the refreshing relief of living another day can lead to consequences…

Consequences like this.

This is what God wanted… right?

—

Namgyu shivers as the blade drags across his delicate skin, Myunggi dragging the blade across his neck as his knee grinds Namgyu’s crotch hard. One wrong move and Namgyu’s neck lands on the dagger, so he has to still himself, even as the feeling of arousal makes him want to throw his head back and forth.

“M-Myunggi… Didn’t know you were this fucking crazy.” Namgyu chuckles, before getting slapped again. Myunggi holds Namgyu’s jaw in a way that pushes his cheeks together, forcing a slight pout.

“Did I tell you to talk?”

The breathless panting grew more in intensity as Namgyu shivers.

“No.” Namgyu timidly said,

“No what?”

Namgyu took in a harsh breath, the feeling of submission making him slightly irritated, even as he tried to push down this feeling of arousal from it.

“No sir.”

Myunggi slightly kicks Namgyu's crotch, applying significant pressure enough to make Namgyu’s eyes roll back as the blade grows dangerously closer to his neck.

“So fucked in the head you like this huh?”

The words Myunggi is saying just seemed like a blur to Namgyu, his eyesight growing in saturation, drawings in the walls of the room he is in were moving in tandem.

He was so fucking high

Little does he know, Myunggi was equally as high, the drugs pushing his adrenaline even further as he felt like his mind had ascended to heaven. The blade he held against Namgyu looked like a plastic toy in his vision, and he no longer felt cautious, even as the sounds of bloody screams reverberated in this place.

Myunggi tugs Namgyu’s pants down hurriedly, as he slides the blade slightly down Namgyu’s chest, taking off his red vest and unzipping the green jacket revealing his numbered shirt.

As he rubs Namgyu’s crotch with his knee even harder, the blade slowly slices through the threads woven within the fabric of Namgyu’s shirt, making a small slit revealing a fine line on his skin indicating his pecs, while Namgyu was moaning, biting his gums to stop the sounds.

Suddenly the tip of the dagger pricked a portion of skin while slicing through the shirt, forcing Namgyu’s eyes to be forced open.

“Ahn~ ah.. Myunggi…”

Myunggi didn’t even realise he pricked Namgyu’s actual skin with the blade, he was too <em>high</em>. As if he had enough of teasing Namgyu, he shoved him down to his knees before him.

As Myunggi was about to pull down his pants, Namgyu’s hands enthusiastically reached out to take it off for him, his hands shaky, while he still mumbled to himself.

Somehow Myunggi took offense to that.

Slap

Namgyu moans loudly from the slap, and precum may have just leaked through his pants. Myunggi then tugged his hair harshly, forcing him to look up.

“Stop talking to yourself fucking wierdo.”

The degradation for some reason made Namgyu giggle a little too loud, but a speck of morality in his heart made him a little scared of Myunggi, faster pulling down his pants and boxers at the same time.

The drugs in Myunggi’s veins just made him pant much more, words spilling out of him without knowing, and feelings he has towards Namgyu’s current state that should be seen as concerning, felt right for him.

His cock flops out of his boxers, while Namgyu eagerly wraps his hand around the shaft, giving kitten licks to the tip before leaving open mouthed kisses down.

Myunggi’s heart was accelerating.

“Yeah… just like that, you’ve done this before huh?” Myunggi teases Namgyu, his hand that's on Namgyu’s head just shoving him closer to his balls.

The smell of musk and Myunggi overwhelmed Namgyu’s senses as he ignored Myunggi. His eyes rolled back, as he left even more open mouthed kisses around Myunggi’s balls, letting out moans and light whines from the saltiness.

“Too slow.” Myunggi said to himself, before positioning his cock with Namgyu’s mouth, and pushing him all the way down, not caring about his gag reflex or resistance.

Tears dripped down Namgyu’s face, his fists trying to punch Myunggi’s thighs in retaliation but it only made him shove his throat down his shaft even more. Myunggi cages Namgyu against the wall to keep him mobile while he starts to thrust into his throat.

“You got such a tight throat huh?”

The sounds of gagging and drool hitting the ground was imminent as Namgyu tried to take all of him. It strangely felt arousing. His eyes darted up to see Myunggi’s pained expression, trying not to obliterate Namgyu’s skull this instant.

As Myunggi’s eyes open, he sees Namgyu's below, teary, red, and strangely beautiful.

“You look better sucking my cock Namsu.” That small nickname made Namgyu slightly angry but for some reason the dirty words Myunggi is saying just made Namgyu clench his thighs together to apply pressure onto his cock.

Myunggi, noticing that, decides to place his foot in between Namgyu’s legs.

“MMMN~~ M-myun— AHN~”

Namgyu could not talk, not when Myunggi’s cock is shoved so far down his throat as he gags and spits saliva all over the shaft.

Myunggi did not care about the mess, just continuously rubbing Namgyu’s crotch, the end of his shoe angling for his balls, forcing Namgyu to let out a few surprised moans, his body shivering from the pleasure.

Namgyu’s eyes often roll back or look up at Myunggi in such a fucked out way it made Myunggi’s abdomen churn. He felt like a maniac, he just wanted to flip Namgyu inside out, swallow his guts, and drink his blood like it was a virtue. He was fucked. He was never gay, or so he thinks. He has never dated a man but this, this was new.

It must be the drugs.

And as Myunggi grew distracted, his thrusts stilled, leaving an eager Namgyu take matters into his own hands, willingly sucking and licking all over his cock. His throat constricted and his hollowed cheeks tightened around his cock so much it made Myunggi hiss. He rubbed his shaft diligently, circling the base to rub what he can’t reach and bopping his head.

The textures he felt and sounds heard from Namgyu’s sucking just made Myunggi’s nipples hard for some reason, and made his abdomen tighten. He tried to hold himself back, wanting to relish in the feeling of Namgyu’s wet mouth just gobbling him up whole. It’s as if he enjoys it, even after the numerous slaps Myunggi gave him, as well as the amount of degradation he received.

The speakers still echoed the players who have passed the round. Myunggi tried his best to focus on the numbers and the multiple announcements to restrain himself from cumming yet, but it was not working, not when Namgyu is giving him head like a literal God, and the drugs he took is making his head spin.

He was so close.

The pleasure Namgyu got from Myunggi’s constant kicking and pressing onto his crotch was immense. He was about to cum soon, but he just needed that extra friction, one that requires him to be naked. He can’t just cum from the constant kicking of Myunggi’s foot, he was getting edged, his needs and pleasure seen more as a bonus than a priority to Myunggi, but for some reason, that feeling of being used made Namgyu’s drugged mind feel weightless.

It’s not like this whole ordeal was a romantic one.

He just pushed Myunggi to his last straw, and Myunggi is letting out all that steam, through him.

“Gonna cum deep in your throat Namsu, better work for it, gonna cum deep into that throat of yours–”

Myunggi groaned loudly half way when Namgyu gave a particularly tight squeeze of his cheeks around Myunggi’s cock. The repeated licking on the tip at the same time tilted Myunggi forward.

He came, and he came hard. His hand instinctively went down to squeeze Namgyu’s throat as he shoves Namgyu’s head down all the way, tightening Namgyu’s throat around his dick as if he was just a toy, just an object to pleasure others, while his foot stopped applying pressure on Namgyu’s still covered cock.

However, Namgyu took everything. He swallowed him down, throat just milking him for whatever it's worth. For some reason the drugs made everything feel ten times better, as the feeling of flying and blood lit on fire made his arousal grow. Myunggi shuts his eyes tightly, letting out a few grunts in the process as he cums into Namgyu’s throat.

“God… You and that mouth of yours.” Myunggi chuckles breathlessly before pulling Namgyu’s mouth off his cock and dragging him back up just to push him face-first onto the wall, not caring that droplets of his cum leaked from the corners of Namgyu’s mouth. Namgyu coughed aggressively, his throat parched and his inner morals? broken into a million of indescribable pieces

“Still can last Namgyu?” Myunggi teased again, but Namgyu can’t respond due to how fucked his throat was.

“Well I don’t care, you landed yourself in this predicament.” Suddenly Namgyu’s pants were pulled down, and he almost wanted to stop him, but the influence of the drugs overtook his mind. Tears leaked out of his eyes again not because of pleasure but rather from the remembrance of past sins he has committed that landed him in this exact situation too.

It was traumatic… kinda, drugs take control of his entire life anyway, he can’t recognise regret anymore.

And as Myunggi thrusts into Namgyu with no prep, it forces a shout out of Namgyu’s already broken vocal cords, from both pain and pleasure. He enjoyed this, even under drugs, he enjoyed every bit of this, who was the real Namgyu anymore? He barely knows him now.

“GOD!! Myunggi!! Yes~--”

“Oh yeah you love this huh? Fucking junkie.”

Myunggi gave one harsh thrust as he calls Namgyu a junkie, forcing a broken moan out of Namgyu.

Before Namgyu could try and prepare himself, Myunggi held onto his waist tightly, before thrusting and fucking him in the ass harshly. The sounds of skin slapping boomed the walls of the room they have been in for the past hour? hours?, Namgyu has forgotten, so does Myunggi.

“You don’t know how much I wanted to kill you too, kill you the way I killed that purple haired fuck,” Myunggi rambles on and on, and as he continued confessing like a hooker in church, Namgyu felt his abdomen tightening as the tip of Myunggi’s cock repeatedly slammed into his prostate, and the confessions just grew more disturbing, more unhinged, while Myunggi tugs Namgyu’s hair back, forcing a slight arch in Namgyu’s back.

“You think I wanted to be here? Think I wanted to get that bitch pregnant?”

“Why Namsu? Can’t talk anymore? Can’t talk because of this fat cock drilling into your asshole?”

“I’ve dreamt of stabbing you, stabbing you with that same fucking fork,”

“God sent me down here to cleanse trash like you, I will win the prize, I will win the fucking money,”

It was so uncomfortable, so grotesque, yet Namgyu’s drugged mind still took it in as pleasure. Player 333, selfish, always making bad decisions, Namgyu has seen that so many times in this hell hole, and right now that person is drilling his cock into him, using him.

The drugs seems to be making Myunggi awfully honest and frank, and it just painted Myunggi as some disgusting person covered up with a nice face and kind facade. This wasn’t the Myunggi Namgyu recognises, even though he killed Thanos, he never knew he was just this bloodthirsty and ignorant.

A secure and mentally healthy person will cry from this situation, and possibly faint and blank out from the repeated trauma afflicted on their bodies and in their minds.

But Namgyu liked it almost, it was so fucked. He went through this so many times in prison yet right now, in a place he knows he is destined to die, he is still under the influence of hard drugs, still feeling the sensations of said drugs.

Who is the real Namgyu anymore?

All he can see are bright colours, and all he can feel was just ‘good’, the mind bending pleasure, the rush of warmth in his body, the drumming of his heart against his chest, and the white spots dotting his vision as he felt the urge to cum.

Suddenly Myunggi’s hand went down to rub him off, and for the first time in this whole ordeal his pleasure was <em>actually</em> considered. The friction he has been waiting for just made his eyes roll back, unconsciously tightening around Myunggi’s cock that is still drilling into him at an ungodly pace.

“Oh yeah tighten up even more—“ Myunggi growls loudly, hissing after from the sudden tightness as suddenly his lips landed on Namgyu’s neck, sucking and biting a small hickey underneath his ear.

That sudden intimate gesture threw Namgyu off guard, and before he could even voice out, his back arches deliciously, eyes rolled to the back of his skull as fireworks of pleasure exploded within his very being.

He shot cum onto the walls, fingernails digging into the concrete uselessly to steady him from his explosive orgasm, and even as his ears ring, not being able to hear his own loud sounds of pleasure, he could hear a faint loud moan directly at his ear.

Myunggi did not expect Namgyu to cum and suddenly he was nearing his end too, sloppily thrusting until he felt his balls tightening, spurting ropes of cum into Namgyu, stuffing him full.

As Myunggi groans and moans loudly shamelessly, he leaves open mouthed kisses on the side of Namgyu’s neck. Panting against him like a pent up dog.

The drugs subsided a little bit as the overpowering feeling in his body now is his orgasm. Myunggi shallowly thrusts into Namgyu, riding his orgasm to the max and milking all his cum out to stuff into Namgyu.

“Ugh… fuck.” Myunggi groans out, the hand tugging onto Namgyu’s scalp left, and the other hand holding his waist in a bruising grip left too, leaving Namgyu to shakily slump down the wall, face and neck stained with his own cum in the process.

However, Myunggi did not bother holding him up. As he dazedly stood around the room with his cock out, as if going through the last few effects of the drug still running in his blood system. Namgyu was on the ground, his ass and cock naked as cum leaked out of his hole, forehead sweating and lying against the concrete wall.

Suddenly movement was heard, and from Namgyu’s peripheral vision, he sees Myunggi pulling his pants up, before picking up his dagger again, stumbling across the hallways still overcoming effects of the drug.

Leaving Namgyu on the ground, shaking, eyes blurry, legs quivering.

His red vest was beside him, along with his dagger, like a fatal reminder that the game is still ongoing.

[wisteriatal]

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bleeding me dry.

myunggi (333) x namgyu (124)

we are just two men as God had made us.

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[wisteriatal]

bleeding me dry. CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 1 / made some real big mistakes

CHAPTER 2 / but you made the worst one look fine

CHAPTER 3 / bleeding me dry like a goddamn vampire.

wc / 1.4k

tags / in chapter 1

Stage 1: Kill Jung Bae

The guards barge into the bunker with full force, guns blazing

“Kill Jung Bae, reduce casualties, don’t touch Gihun and bring him to me.”Was what Inho instructed them to do.

He was selfish, Gihun’s plan to kill the guards and barge into the headquarters of the game went too far, but he can’t lie that jealousy got the best of him.

Gihun called Jung Bae instead of him to confront the frontman. In fact, Inho planned to spare Gihun and his friends, stop the games and transport them back to society and away from the island once Gihun’s plan got too far, giving them the chance to convince others that this death island exists.

But Gihun just had to strike his last nerve.

He already accepted the fact that his identity will be discovered sooner enough once he spared all of the players.

But Gihun left him no other choice. He is all Inho’s.

Inho sat in his office, visualiser showing footage of the CCTV cameras in the bunker. The guards have killed almost all of the individuals who were involved with invading the HQ.

He relished in the despair on Gihun’s face. The terror in his face as he kills every guard he could see using the gun he stole previously.

Inho did not care that his guards are dying, he just need him.

Then the moment came, the finale, one of the guards killed Jung Bae right in front of Gihun. Inho could feel one of the corners of his mouth smirk as he took another dose of the warm whisky in his glass.

Gihun’s cries of terror, the tears streaming down his face, Inho felt bad, he felt guilty, but this was only right, just a part and parcel of his plan to carry out the next event.

The guards circled Gihun as he surrendered, shaken by his friend’s death, taking advantage of his grief by snatching the gun away from him and holding him roughly, bringing him to the doors that lead to the back of HQ.

Inho prepares his next stage.

Stage 2: Spare Him

Gihun stumbled harshly into his office, as Inho adorns his signature mask to prevent him from recognising him.

“What did you do to Young-il, don’t tell me you killed him too.” Gihun acts confident, but Inho wasn’t convinced, due to his shaky voice and trembling figure.

Metaphorically, Young-il has already died in his mind.

“Why do you always want to act the hero Gihun?”

Inho pulled out his glock, head and end of it making contact with the middle of Gihun’s forehead.

“Look at what your heroic duties done to Jung Bae.” Gihun was seething in anger, and for some twisted reason, Inho sought pleasure from that, as if proving him wrong that humanity is kind when in fact, it’s gruesome, rude, unfair.

“What do you want from me, and where’s Young-il?” Gihun growls as his worry for Young-il made Inho a slight bit regretful of what he did to Jung Bae.

But he thinks with his emotions, and he is selfish with his needs.

“This purgatory, this pit of hell I’ve created to run away from society, unfair, harsh society, you don’t belong here.”

He clicks the gun that isn’t loaded, as Gihun yells in fear, entire body shaking and teeth grinding in anger, grief, despair, held at gun point by the guards as he kneels before Inho.

“I’m sorry, the Young-il you loved isn’t here anymore.” Inho meant that metaphorically,

But Gihun took it as a declaration that the man he fell in love with is dead.

The man who somehow reminded him of Sangwoo, but was the only one who believed in him, the man who defended him from those who go against his plans, the man who understood his principals and stood by his side to the very end.

He knew something was wrong when Young-il left the next day after what they did in that bunker.

Gihun never saw himself as one who could love so easily, but the similarities between Young-il and Sangwoo, how openminded and logical Young-il is, how protective he is.

He felt loved for once in his goddamn life.

Just for him to die.

Gihun looked at Inho, his eyes slowly tearing before he bawls, yelling in anger as he sobbed loudly, looking away in embarrassment and grief.

Inho felt a slight bit of regret, <em>just a bit</em>

“You don’t deserve to be here, leave, never come back, focus on yourself Gihun.” The guards took Gihun’s shaking body up, as he was still sobbing, before dragging him away.

I love you

That was Inho’s way of saying it, sending Gihun off, killing his best friend so that he could properly watch over him and leave no distractions.

He will not be gone from his sight, he will protect him from afar.

Stage 3: Watch Over Him

I was never good enough for him, he was a ray of sunshine, while I was thunder, raging, angry thunder.

Inho knows that, normal people will call him psychotic, selfish, having sex with a man he loved before leaving him almost immediately, taking what he wants and telling Gihun how he felt before he disappears.

But at least he has a watchful eye over him.

The guards implanted a device at the back of his ear again to track his location, hacking to gain access to every CCTV placed in Seoul that scans Gihun’s presence.

Gihun often eats alone, eating in a nearby food stall operated by a kind aunty, fishcake and rice cake were his favourites.

Inho felt bad almost, seeing the grief lingering in his face as he eats.

He often calls his daughter, but he ends up crying, poor Gihun.

There was a period of time he witnessed Gihun struggling to hang himself, all this money, yet he was devastated, just for him to cry and sob loudly again, never brave enough to take the chance and jump off that stool.

Inho couldn’t allow that, Gihun must not die.

So he devised the next stage, one he did not plan at all.

New Stage 4: Surprise Him

Inho should meet him, but make sure Jun Ho is away, far far away.

He has contacted the fisherman to keep him at bay, and kill him if needed, as long as any contact with Gihun is nonexistent.

He has the guard knock out his mother, for the sake of her safety, so that she won’t remember who Inho is.

As the Guards cleansed the remaining bodies and harvested any remaining organs, Inho prepared to leave.

…

“The same order Gihun?”

“Yup, the same order.”

Gihun says as he puts on a fake smile, the kind aunty preparing the fishcake and rice cake in cups.

He knows how unhealthy is, how depressed he was, how skinny he is after not having the appetite to eat at least two meals a day.

Looking down, the only hope for him is his daughter, his daughter is what made him want to continue surviving. So much money, but at what cost?

He knows how disgusted the shop aunty is from smokers, so he always made it a habit to smoke after his meal.

It was a cold night, the rain seemed to have stopped but Gihun is still dressed in his transparent raincoat, looking down at the table, zoning out.

At least he feels cared for by the aunty, but the lingering memory of Young-il, Jung Bae, his friends, they linger at the back of his mind all the time.

A man sat beside him, he noticed by his bigger figure, his loafers situated beside his, looking to his side out of curiosity, he notices his coat, the hoodie covering his head, as if to shield from the rain.

Looking up, his hood covered the side of his face, but then as he slowly pulled it off, his features soon were recognisable.

Gihun’s eyes widened, almost watering.

Young-il?

His heart was almost pounding and he thought he said that in his mind, but suddenly the man turns his head to Gihun’s side.

“Gihun!” Young-il said in a surprised tone.

His smile, he recognises that smile. Gihun cries almost immediately, not saying anything before diving into his embrace, hugging him so tightly as his sobs grew louder.

“I thought you were dead..” Gihun sobs loudly into the crook of Inho’s neck.

“Im here,”

I’m here

[wisteriatal]

bleeding me dry. CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 1 / made some real big mistakes

CHAPTER 2 / but you made the worst one look fine

CHAPTER 3 / bleeding me dry like a goddamn vampire.

wc / 2.2k

tags / smut! + tags in first chap!

“So Jung Bae was right, you loved me.”

“Was I that obvious.”

“…Even Jun Hee asked me.” Gihun says as both of them chuckle.

“You are just somebody I wanted to be when i was a child, a hero, one who actually goes to extreme lengths for those he love.”

He can’t just tell Gihun he knows about him leaving the plane.

“So many men and women out there Young-il.”

However Inho yearned for Gihun in a way thats indescribable.

He can’t just say he is fascinated with Gihun, he can’t just say he is rooting for him to destroy the games. He can’t just say he had the irresistible urge to kill those who take Gihun away from him. How fucked up in the head he is that Gihun would be terrified if he knew who he truly is.

So he has to take this chance, as Young-il.

“I want you.” Inho whispers under his breath, his face closer to Gihun’s now, Gihun’s eyes darts to Inho’s lips, he noticed.

“I… I’ve never done this before.”

Is that a yes?

Inho’s heart suddenly felt lighter, but the lust cascading his eyes forever burning still.

“I will guide you.” Inho took Gihun’s hand as he rolled on top of him. Gihun looked so small, so cute, his eyes glistening as his adam’s apple bobbed swallowing a lump in his throat.

“Don’t be nervous.” Inho says.

Inho dived down to leave gentle kisses on the side of Gihun’s neck.

These few days of death games, Gihun had been through it. He smelled like sweat, but not in a disgusting way, in a way that his musk alone flooded Inho’s senses, corroded him of any logical thinking.

Inho is losing himself, slowly.

“Young-il…” That name alone coming out of Gihun’s mouth made Inho’s mood sour just a little bit.

But his voice, turned him on even more.

Gihun’s hands grasp Inho’s shoulders, his lips drifting down to his collarbone as he unzips his jacket, gaining better access to his chest.

The soft yet silent moans coming out of Gihun’s mouth further motivated Inho to find his pleasure points, to feel him until he couldn’t anymore.

Gihun clasped his mouth shut in fear of waking the bunker up, how would the guards react seeing them get into it in a death game?

Two men?

“Young-il not there—“ He panicks as he moans a slight bit louder when Inho pulls his pants down, his kisses streaming down his pelvis, to his groin.

He could see from his position, the way Gihun’s eyes glistened even further as tears brimmed his waterline. His face contorted in pleasure as the dim light shines on his cheekbones, now red and flustered.

“Gihun…”

Inho whispers out accidentally, as he pulls his boxers down, Gihun yelp as he is now exposed, Inho’s hands curling around his cock suddenly, forcing him to arch his back out of surprise.

“Sensitive?” Inho smirks. Gihun could feel his arousal pool in his lower abdomen, Young-il’s eyes glistening as he smirks ever so slightly, before licking his shaft experimentally, forcing a shaky breath out of Gihun, chills going down his spine.

“Just relax.” Inho’s hands held Gihun’s hips down as Gihun started to breathe in deeply, his hips stop stilling as his body grew softer and less tense under Young-il’s hands.

Gihun could feel his brain melt, endorphins exploding in his mind. He has never felt this way before, maybe its been decades since he got laid, but he was so sensitive, his thighs trembling from Young-il’s bare touch.

Young-il sucked the tip, as Gihun covered his mouth again to stop moaning so loudly, the warmth of Young-il’s tongue curling around his cock sending his head to a spiral.

Has Young-il done this before?

His hands curled around his cock again, rubbing in a steady, as he sucked the tip, the suction of his mouth tightening. Gihun leaned his head back, his hands gripping the sheets so tightly it could just split anytime.

The feeling of Young-il’s hands on his forced Gihun to throw his head forward again, seeing Young-il direct his hands to his head, allowing his fingers to relax and slide between the strands of his hair.

“Just relax.”

Gihun let out a shaky whine as Young-il’s grip on his cock grew tighter, faster, until he felt his entire cock enveloped in the warmth of his throat, Young-il deepthroating all of a sudden.

“Let it out.”

No, I can’t, Gihun thought to himself as he felt his thighs tremble with such an intensity, Young-il’s forceful grip on his hips holding him down so firmly he felt so weak yet so good.

Tears are now streaming his face, sweat beading his forehead as he moaned loudly,

“Young-il, please, I’m cumming I—“ Gihun trembles as Young-il continued sucking.

“Let it all out Gihun.” The sound of his name under his breath made electricity spike through his cock, the tightening of his balls stopping slowly before he lost himself.

Arching his back, his legs thrashed everywhere as Inho stilled his hips, swallowing whatever he has to give him. Gihun’s eyes rolled back to his head for awhile, his hands letting go to hold onto Young-il’s hair tightly, Gihun shrieking and trying his best to silent the whines leaving his lips.

Gihun saw stars for awhile, as Inho relished in the taste of his cum, while getting harder himself from Gihun’s reactions.

He looked too beautiful, the faded tears on his face adding on to his beauty.

As Gihun breathed in deeply, slowly relaxing, his hips were still trembling, light red marks decorated his hip bones from Young-il’s tight grip. Gihun’s hands relaxed, fingers letting go of Young-il’s hair, while Young-il sits up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

A light blush was seen on Gihun’s cheeks as he looked at Young-il. He was embarrassed but equally as turned on too.

“You did so well.”

Gihun whines shakily from Young-il’s comment as he leaned forward to leave a kiss on Gihun’s lips, Gihun still trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm.

He’s too cute. Inho thinks to himself, before spreading Gihun’s legs, situating himself in between them.

“Open up to me Gihun.” Inho says, looking into his eyes.

Gihun felt full, full of emotion. He has never trusted anyone in a long time. It has been years, he lost friends, lost loved ones, and for some reason a man whom he had just met 2 days ago took his heart just like that and filled it with admiration again.

“Gihun?” Gihun looked at Young-il again.

He has been zoning out. Looking up at Young-il again, he could feel his two hands beside his head. Then he felt his face, his cheeks were wet.

He was crying.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t notice…”

“Hey, we can stop if you want—

“No, please just, continue.” Gihun stops Young-il, holding the his nape as Gihun sobs quietly.

“I’ve never felt this way in a long time.” Gihun cries.

Inho smiles, he looks cute while crying.

“Me neither, let me make you feel good.” Young-il kisses Gihun again, but he deepens it instead.

His tongue prods Gihun’s lips, signaling him to allow his tongue to dance with his. He tasted like the Bibimbap he ate just now of course, but it was uniquely his.

Oh he will miss this, the thought that Gihun will forever hate him at a certain point in this hell hole of an island makes Inho sad.

No, he should not think of that now.

Now he must focus on Gihun, feel his body against his, feel his hands laced with his, before the feeling is forever gone.

Getting lost in the kiss, Young-il tugged his pants down too, pulling his cock out as his fingers prodded his entrance.

Gihun gasps in the kiss at the sensation, slowly, Young-il fingers him, just enough to stretch him open and make it easier for him to slide in.

I love you

Inho desperately wants to say, but his heart held him back, knowing he will cry as the idea of Gihun loving Young-il instead of the real him makes him tear.

Gihun moans in the kiss, his tongue sloppily kissing Inho’s, Inho dominating the kiss as Gihun gets lost in the sensation of Young-il’s fingers prodding his entrance, creeping up to his prostate.

When his fingers finally pressed against his prostate however, Gihun yelps, his eyes widening just a little at the surprising sensation.

He has never been touched at that area before, and it felt amazing, with just one touch.

“Found it.” Inho gasps as he lets go of the kiss, leaving kisses on the side of Gihun’s neck to listen to his quiet moans.

Gihun’s eyes tear again, moaning a bit louder than before as he spreads his legs even further without noticing, Inho’s fingers meticulously triggering every pleasurable reaction out of Gihun.

“I love you.”

Inho froze, Gihun said it, in the most desperate yet adorable way. His voice cracking as he sobs, his fingernails digging crescents into Inho’s jacket, gripping his shoulders.

He held a groan back from what he just said, leaving hickies on his neck after he heard that, his cock impossibly growing harder second by second. He has to be in him now, feel him all for himself, envelop him in his embrace.

“I want you.” Young-il says as Gihun grew excited by the second. Inho prodded his hole with his cock, before sliding through the tight rim of muscle, forcing Gihun to gasp loudly.

Inho had no choice but to clasp his mouth with one of his hands, before gripping his hips with the other to slide in fully, hitting him to the hilt.

Gihun’s eyes widened and teared up instantly, looking up at Inho with such a desperate gaze he could just cum from the very sight of it.

“Are you okay?” Gihun nods as Inho smiles just slightly, before kissing him, silencing his sounds while feeling his tongue.

Thrusting, he held Gihun’s legs up, allowing him to curl around his hips and back, forcing him deeper into him as Gihun rocks his body to meet his thrusts.

Inho’s thrusts grew faster without realising, lost in his warmth, his embrace, Gihun’s arms hugged him as Inho hid his face in the crook of his neck. Gihun locking his legs around Young-il desperately.

“Faster, feels so good— Ahn-“

Gihun’s moans motivated Inho to thrust faster, thrusting deep and harsh while keeping a steady pace that hits Gihun’s prostate right on, arousal stirring in a hot mix in his lower abdomen, precum leaking out of his tip.

Noticing that, Inho rubbed Gihun’s tip, smearing the precum all over, using it as lubricant as he continued thrusting, Gihun biting Inho’s jacket to silence himself as Inho hid his groans and moans into the crook of Gihun’s neck.

“You feel so good…”

“Yeah? You’re so warm, so fucking tight.” Inho thrusted faster after what he said as Gihun moaned loudly, before biting Young-il’s jacket again, his hands holding Young-il for life while Inho thrusts faster than before.

Gihun could feel his cum pooling, ready to be exerted in long streams, his thrusts were fast, hard, precise on his prostate. He felt like melting.

Young-il’s fingers around his cock sped up, meeting the momentum of his thrusts somehow. Gihun could feel his toes curl as lightning-like pleasure stroke down his entire being.

“Young-il, Young-il— I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum,” Gihun whines croakedly as Inho groans from his desperation.

He leaned his forehead against his, hands lacing Gihun’s as their noses touched lightly.

“Cum for me, let go for me.” Young-il’s words forced a louder moan out of Gihun, if the bunk isn’t awake right now Inho would have been surprised, but he didn’t care, he’s the mastermind, the guards are his workers, he can give them orders anytime.

The iron poles holding the bunker shook wildly, Gihun, could feel himself lost to the feeling of Young-il’s cock thrusting into his prostate.

And before he knew it, Gihun thrashed on the sheets wildly, back arching, body rocking to meet Young-il’s thrusts. Inho held him down with his hands as Gihun’s legs shivered and trembled while they curled around Inho’s lower torso, forcing him to cum in him.

Inho groans loudly as he bites the insides of his cheeks to silence himself, his balls tightening as he finally released, his veins felt like fire, his head felt like goo.

“Young-il, Young-il—

“I know, I know.”

Gihun moans as he feels Young-il’s cum flowing in him, the aftershocks from his second orgasm shaking through his body as his legs relaxed around Young-il’s hips.

He pants, as Inho moans and groans against the crook of his neck, eyes subtly rolling back into his head smelling Gihun’s scent.

Gihun pants and catches his breath, his legs slowly drooped down, stars leaving his eyesight, as his eyelids droop out of tiredness. He could feel Young-il’s heartbeat against his, beating in a momentum similar to Gihun’s.

It felt strangely romantic.

Gihun’s eyelids forcefully shut out of tiredness, and all he could hear were Young-il’s moans, light grunts as he pulls out. He felt so full, he has never trusted anyone this much before.

“I love you.” Was the last thing Gihun heard from Young-il, before a few sobs as he fell asleep.

[wisteriatal]

bleeding me dry.

CHAPTER 1 / made some real big mistakes

CHAPTER 2 / but you made the worst one look fine

CHAPTER 3 / bleeding me dry like a goddamn vampire.

ship / 457 (hwang inho x seong gihun)

tags / smut (chapter 2), top!inho, bottom!gihun, love confessions, possessiveness, angst and tragedy, fluff, toxic love, mlm, implied sewerslide, mentions of brainwashing, manipulation

wc chap. 1 / 1.3k

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Those eyes, they say everything.

Jung Bae’s words rang in Gihun’s mind like a broken record as he rested on his mattress. The feeling of leftover adrenaline from the Six Legged Pentathlon game still running laps around his mind.

Those eyes aren’t just friendly, they were obsessed.

No, it can’t be, Gihun thought to himself.

Young-il can be affectionate, like Sangwoo. Maybe he sought comfort from him indirectly due to their uncanny similarities, his presence simply lifting the burden off his shoulders.

But no way does Young-il have a thing for him, not when it comes to serious, cold, and logical Young-il.

“What do you think will be the next game?” Jung Bae asked Gihun as the group sat together, it was nice making new buddies from the previous game, it gives Gihun the motivation to achieve what he came here for at the first place.

“In my one we had Tug-Of-War I believe, but I doubt it would be the same, the last game was not the same as what I thought.”

“It’s okay, I believe it would just be another childhood game we once played but twisted.” Young-il smiles as he says such heavy words.

Everyone stayed silent for awhile.

“I hope we don’t get separated.” Jun Hee says as she slowly eats her Bibimbap.

“We won’t.” Young-il smiles as he suspiciously looks at Gihun while saying that.

As if those words only referred to him.

All Gihun could do was smile back as he felt the weight of Young-il’s eyes glaze over his face, especially his lips.

He mentally shook off those thoughts, understanding Jun Hee’s worry as she is pregnant and therefore at risk of severe harm.

“Just stay close to us, don’t wanna hurt that baby or yourself most importantly.” Gihun smiles as he tries to pry the feeling of Young-il’s intense gaze off his mind.

Jun Hee smiles as she nods.

“You can take this, I don’t drink milk.” Young-il suddenly said as he hands Jun Gee the carton of dairy milk, in which she gladly takes while thanking sweetly.

The rest of the day went smoothly, at least Gihun could stop worrying about the games and overbearing thoughts that his friends could die in a matter of seconds.

He relished in the feeling of conversing with them, spilling secrets, saying embarrassing childhood stories and exchanging food, as if it was the last day on earth for all of them, when instead they are all stuck in a death game they signed up for.

He knows his friends all came here for a reason, to give a chance at a life they’d rather live than now.

He understands.

While Inho stares from a distance, well quite a close one. Sat beside Gihun. He can’t help but look up to Gihun.

A symbol of hope.

While Inho, a symbol of despair.

But Gihun does not know that yet. He doesn’t know the warmth that fills Inho’s heart as he takes in his features, his mannerisms, his voice. He doesn’t know the real man behind ‘Young-il’, a facade that barely masks his true intentions.

But his motive is getting override at every turn. He hasn’t felt how he felt towards his late wife in decades until now.

And it’s to a man.

This was a purgatory he built for himself, to witness others fail and feel glee from it.

But for some reason, he secretly roots for Gihun. A part of his heart churns at the thought that Gihun has stated multiple times about how he will kill the Frontman and destroy the games once and for all, but another part of him wants him to go forward with his plan, hell he admires him for his resilience and effort to avenge those he love.

He could kill him, he would die happily. His fascination with him as a player has resulted into a series of romantic feelings he has developed for him, all in a span of 2 days.

He could continue this act of Young-il and take what he could take while doing so, until Gihun finds out.

He could take the chance to feel his presence and appreciating it before its too late.

—

Inho couldn’t sleep.

Gihun wanted everyone to sleep in pairs so as to be safer in case violence is instigated by the guards or the opposite team voting to continue the games.

All Inho could smell was Gihun, his presence for some reason warmed him too much, he was sweating under the small blankets he and Gihun are now squeezed under in.

It doesn’t make it better when Inho felt a slight bit of arousal from the feeling of Gihun’s body against his.

All he could do was hide his face under and try his best not to touch his chest—

“Young-il?”

Inho turns his head to Gihun calling out his fake alias.

“Are you okay?” Those words warmed Inho’s heart immediately, sweet Gihun as always will check up on him even if he doesn’t need to.

“I’m fine.”

“I was half-asleep, you don’t seem okay, you kept moving the mattress a lot.”

Inho kept silent, did he hear all that muttering he did while thinking through his motives?

“I know you have been staring at me a lot, is everything alright.” Gihun was lying, he knows Young-il is suspicious, definitely having some underlying motive.

He wasn’t sure about the love theory Jung Bae told him though.

Young-il stayed quiet for awhile.

Gihun recognise those eyes of his, the puppy eyes he gives him after every compliment sent to his way. That look of yearning that just twists his mind confusingly.

No way does he feel this way towards a man, his friend.

He has been denying it all along.

“I don’t want to lose you.” Young-il’s voice slightly cracked, a croak so small you’d have to lean towards him to hear it.

But his face is already so close to Young-il’s he could feel his breath pant against his face the entire night.

The dorms just had to be so cold, and the blanket had to be smaller than usual.

“You will not lose me.”

“What if you lost me? What if I don’t leave this place?—

“Don’t say that.”

Gihun corrects Young-il almost immediately, shutting him up.

“Think about your wife, your baby, you have so much—

“She’s dead. I lied.”

Young-il confesses as Gihun’s eyes widened.

A tense awkwardness divided them two.

“I..”

Young-il’s words caught his throat in a tight grasp.

What does he say now?

“Then why did you join?”

As Young-il’s silence grows longer, and as his eyes drooped lower and lower away from Gihun’s gaze, Gihun’s worry escalates.

“If I tell you, you will hate me.” Young-il can’t just tell Gihun he was the Frontman all along, not now, not when he is so close to Gihun he could feel his heartbeat against his.

“Tell me—

Inho connects his lips with Gihun.

Finally

The gap that was so small and tiny between their lips has been closed.

Inho’s heart escalates as blood floods his brain, his lips were as soft as he imagined, he felt so safe, so loved, he could fall asleep now.

Gihun’s eyes relaxed slowly as he returns the kiss to Inho’s surprise.

“Young-il..” Inho’s heart dropped a bit as Gihun calls him by his fake alias.

But his voice forced out

“I love you.”

Inho finally declared.

[wisteriatal]

back to friends.

ship / 457 (hwang inho x seong gihun)

summary / Inho just wishes Gihun could see reality and realise that humanity is cruel, but of course Gihun refuses, so Inho has to take things in his own hands to make Gihun his.

tags / loss of memories (in gihun), canon ending with a twist, everyone still dies, no smut, slight angst, depraved inho lol

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“Take this, kill all the trash who are plotting against you.”

The frontman said as he pushed a dagger across the wooden table towards Gihun. Its handle is decorated with golden details, with an oak cover.

Gihun could only look at the very man who caused the deaths of all his friends with furious eyes. How dare he think he has the authority to tell me to kill more and more players as all of the people I swore to protect are now all dead.

Hopelessness was an understatement, for the cracks in his soul were already showing, Gihun could only tear, just a little bit.

“No.” With a sharp tone, he refused.

He was already broken. The frontman knew this from the start but he saw himself in Gihun.

Lying behind the facade of a good natured man was a broken person trying to cover the massive cracks of a world already far more shattered and destroyed than before.

If only he could just give Gihun that slight push to tip him over, make him realise that this system never ends. If only he could just wake him up.

“I see.” Inho could only sigh.

“If you kill them, you and the baby can be the last ones standing, if that’s that last bit of humanity you wish to see in this game, that’s what I’m offering to you right—

“I do not care. What makes you think this sick twisted offer of yours allows me to see goodness in you or this game?”

Gihun cuts him off, his teeth gritting and his eyes shooting daggers into Inho’s heart.

Of course he would not trust the frontman, not when all of his friends are dead. Friends he swore to protect until the end.

“Then at least take this as a bonus, in the next game you will need it.” The frontman still pushes the dagger towards Gihun’s direction.

As Gihun looks at the sharp object with thought, Inho ponders on the potential outcomes of this game and offers he gives to him. Gihun never deserved to be here, he came back with that gambling thought of rescuing everyone but instead left hundreds dead, and the system still progressing as always.

He is a good person, Inho knows that, in a pile full of garbage Gihun had the glimmer Inho sees in his past self.

Even if he wants to continue this good naturedness and not kill the trash he ordered him to, he will find a way to have him alive, no matter fatal or traumatising.

And as his thoughts come to a close, he looks up to see Gihun walking away, dagger in hand. Now is not the time to show his true identity to Gihun. Who knows the feelings Gihun has towards Young-il is still here? Maybe he could just take full advantage of that.

“Think wisely Gihun.” Inho said his last words, and as Gihun stopped to process his words, his grip on the wooden dagger tightened, an elaborate demonstration of his emotions; betrayed, broken, hopeless.

Inho knows, and he will guide the narrative to his liking, no matter how fucked up it is.

—

Inho was right.

Gihun has died.

Fallen to his demise in the most heroic way possible, leaving the baby of Junhee the winner of this year’s game.

Inho expected it, yet he felt anger, a deep hatred burnt into Gihun’s soul for just being different.

Junho has invaded the area, alarms are blasting, and fire spreads from room to room. Yet Inho still found himself here, stepping on a pool of Gihun’s blood as life slowly drained from Gihun’s eyes.

In another life, or maybe in here?

Taking off his mask, his sight grew more detailed. The blank pupils in his eyes, the whitening of his lips, and his eyes half closed while his heartbeat has now stopped.

I’ll save you. We will be together.

Looking up, Inho sees several guards in the viewing pit for the VIPS. He motions them to come over, and as he takes a last look at Gihun, he places his hand over Gihun’s face, before sliding to shut his eyelids, out of pure respect.

—

How do you know my name?

Well your friend said it, so I tried to call you, is that okay?

….Yeah, it is.

Gihun!

Young-il!

His name reverberates. Echoing, booming across the walls of his mind.

Slowly his eyes blinked open. Blinded by the glaring white lights hung from the grey ceiling. He was lying down, on a sheet of comfortable silk.

Where am I? Who am I?

Gihun could only ask himself, that hallucination or that dream of sorts, felt so real. Who is this Young-il guy? And why does the thought of him make his heart churn? Why did I forget?

That man’s face in his dreams was blurry, with only the slight dimples of his face when he smiles visible, along with the hair he has, how soft it looked as certain strands blocked his eyes.

He could still hear the booming laughter of others, both men and women, that strangely felt familiar. Everyone’s faces were blurry, but the colour navy green stood out.

But one thing’s for sure, he felt happiness in that dream, and possible love for that man with dimples.

Blinking, he felt his ears wet, coming back to reality, he looked to his left before realising he was crying. His eyes were teary and red. He sits up too fast and suddenly his head starts to boom with striking pain, as he groans loudly in pain.

His eyes squinted, one hand gripping the back of his head as he felt his lips whiten slightly from the mind churning feeling.

Suddenly a loud slam of a door shook Gihun. Looking up he sees a man barging in, face laced with concern. Squinting his eyes, he felt familiarity with that face, the dimples, the hair. His heart started palpitating, he looked handsome, yet he felt like they had met before.

“Are you okay?” The man asks, as he sits down near Gihun’s feet on the bed.

“Young-il?” Gihun winces as the pain in his head subsides, his eyes tearing slightly without him knowing.

“Yes?” Upon hearing his confirmation, Gihun gasps slightly, realising that this was the man in his dreams, the man he felt so much happiness with along with the many people he met.

“Gihun, it’s okay, you can talk to me about it.” Young-il asks with such politeness, his voice soft and concerned.

Gihun felt his heart just beat ever faster.

“I’m sorry I…. Had a dream, you and a few other people, we all dressed in this green tracksuit, but we were all happy, I remembered, I felt so happy.” Gihun smiles to himself, as Young-il looks at him from a distance, his face serious.

“Young-il, I’m okay, I think I just woke up too fast.” Gihun chuckles to himself. Inho could only just sigh in relief, his memories are wiped away.

“Glad you are dreaming of me Gihun.” Young-il smiled.