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Aalia's Perspective:
"We should have saved those drinks..." Hoseok complains as he leans his head back on the chair.
Ever since we had, what this game called, a 'reward' of water and biscuits that none of us even considered eating, we've just been sitting here in silence.
Nothing has happened.
No more games. No small talk. Nothing.
And it's been like this for what's felt like months.
Our bodies are tired now. We're hungry and we're thirsty again. I feel my eyelids become heavy, but I don't want to sleep. I don't trust the situation to drift off for even a second in this place.
In contrast, Jimin sits at the back with his head hung down and his eyes closed, fast asleep.
"Y'know what..." Hoseok carries on, turning to look at me through the mirror with a tired look, "This is your fault."
"What is?" I ask, sounding fed up.
"We've been sitting here for ages doing nothing. I'm tired; you're tired, and guess who's fault that is? Yours."
"Why is that my fault?" I ask, holding back a huff.
"You said earlier, 'oh the people behind this could slow the game down at any minute'. Well look now! They've done exactly what you said. It's like you wanted them to do this shit!" He raises his voice.
"Please tell me a good reason why I'd want this to happen? I'm stuck here starving as well, y'know!" I respond, raising my voice to the same level as his.
"You fucking idiot couldn't just keep your mouth shut!" He shouts, glaring at me.
I glare back.
"Hoseok, just stop. She's not the one who did this: it's the people who created this game," Yoongi says, sighing.
"How do you know? How do you know she's not the one behind all of this, from the way they just obeyed her orders?"
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The Only Way Out [BTS FF]
غموض / إثارةA group of fifteen seemingly normal people are gathered to play a twisted game where they are given the choice to take or spare lives. But what happens when the only way out is the truth, and secrets become unveiled which show that no one is as the...