I'LL SEE YOU AGAIN [indefinite hiatus]

MY KIND OF WOMAN

Trigger warning: death, gore/violence, sang-woo being a bitch ass hoe, sad attempts at flirting that may induce severe second-hand embarrassment and/or throwing of phones across the room, not-so useless lesbians but still relatively useless
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Inspiration for this chapter was taken from that once newtmas scene in death cure (iykyk), the story 'Don't Move' by maraparrish, its also a sae-byeok fanfic and it is much better than this story in too many ways to count, go read and support it !!

KASUMI'S POV
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——"oh baby, oh man-"——

I wake up to the sight of players walking around the dormitory, smudges of turquoise littered across my foggy vision accompanied by incessant chatter. It's too fucking early in the morning for people to talk this much. I roll around in bed for a moment, my eyes adjusting to the bright ass light from the room. Another day, another mass murder game! I squeeze my eyelids shut before stretching like a cat, an array of cracks sounded through the air as I arched my back. I slump off my bed before deciding to take a walk around, silently checking on the players-

"We need to join a group, be under someone's protection. That's the only way to make it out of here".

A man told his friend, who was glancing around, probably choosing possible suspects to gang up with. His unkempt hair was tied up into a ponytail positioned at the nape of his neck, right hand stroking his goatee in thought. Everything about these two just scream shady, but they do have a point. You can go solo, just as long as you've got your shit together.

I continue walking and I hear the same questions repeated by players, "I wonder what the next game will be?", "When's the game going to start?", "What happens if I die?!". Blah, blah, blah- just put on your big boy pants and look at the goddamn wall, it's not that fucking hard. My eyes continue to roam the dormitory before finding a familiar greasy creature, a growing amount of followers surrounding him. Crusty musty made some friends, wonder how long they'll last! I watched as 101 and his besties made their way over to Sae Byeok, her name feels odd coming from my mouth, and yet my heart beat still manages to pick up its pace from every syllable. Odd.

I walk over to Sae Byeok, curious as to what they were talking about, I made sure to do it discreetly, so they wouldn't know I was listening.

"You know what the people in my hometown would call you?"

Sae Byeok leaned her side against the bed, her figure slightly hunched. 101 raised his eyebrows slightly, waiting for her answer.

"A damn revolutionary asshole."

Goddamn, this woman I-

I watch as 101's face falls and contorts into a scowl, stepping forward to retaliate but 212 stops him before he could do anything. She says, a flirtatious glint in her eyes,

"Excuse me, am I interrupting something? Sorry."

Heads turn to face her as she continues

"You're very good looking"

Send a priest.

She says, checking 101 out before winking. "Come on, let me join you guys!"

"Well what are you good at?" 101 asks, a shit-eating grin spread across his face.