EGOIST (Sang Woo x Fem!OC) [COMPLETED]

12

"Why don't you have any left? Give me my food!"

A commotion began to brew in the line for dinner where all five players waited in line for nothing. The stock of boiled egg and soda had run out, the rest of the foodless players were aggravated. The stern voices echoed throughout the room. It was that quiet.

"We prepared the exact amount of food for each player." The head guard repeats sternly, pistol pointed on the aggravated Player 271's head, his arms up in fear and surrender.

"Excuse me." From the crowd, Player 198 speaks out, pointing to the corner of the room where 101 and his men were huddled. "Those people...They took the food twice. I saw them." Everyone's gaze lands on them, guiltlessly eating the stolen ration. There was a smug expression on 101's face before finishing the last of the boiled egg, soaking up all the stares of disdain from the rest of the people in the room.

"Damn it, this is fucking annoying." 101 mutters. "You've never seen a person eat before?" He yells.

271 approaches him hot on his heels, forgetting the size difference between the two and what 101 could possibly do to that scrawny man. It didn't matter, anyway. He was hungry, and he was desperate.

"Who do you think you are?" He spat. "Why are you stealing other people's food?"

"Oh, this is yours?" 101 taunted, raising the bottle higher. "What's your name? Is your name written in this? I don't see it." He laughs, chugging down the rest of the drink, his posse laughing along with him. 271 reaches for it, attempting to swipe the drink from the bigger man, and everything else happens in one quick motion.

271 reached for the drink, 101 dodged him. The bottle slips from his grasp and lands on the hard ground shattering to pieces. Everyone held their breaths as the room was filled with uneasy silence. Somehow, they all knew what was going to happen.

"You son of a bitch." 101 takes him by the collar. "You fucking broke the bottle!"

It took one punch to send 271 on the floor, rolling around to get up only to be kicked back down again.

"How come a scrawny fucker like you is so obsessed with food?"

101 throws another kick.

"I was trying to say that we need to share!"

Collectively, the whole room winces with every kick, Gi-hun and Sang-woo watching in disbelief, and 067 flinches at every impact, as if she'd seen this all before. Yet, not one person in the room, player nor guard, runs up to stop them.

"Is that so hard?"

101 kicked him again and again until 271 no longer winced and grunted at his attacks, curled up motionless on the cold hard ground as blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. This time, he does not get up.

"Check on him." Hae Young whispers. Gi-hun turns to her timidly. "Check on the man!" She hissed.

Timidly, Sang-woo and Gi-hun walk up to the unconscious, shaking him ever so lightly. 101, however, just went back to his corner, salvaging whatever was left from the broken glass bottle.

"Excuse me. Hey, wake..." There was a pause, then Sang-woo's hesitant hands moved to 271's neck where his pulse was. He turns to Gi-Hun with a grim look.

"He's dead."

His face falls.

"H-hey!" Gi-hun stammers, turning to the guards up front. "A man's dead!" He cries. "Can't you hear me?"

He stands to run up to the pink soldiers who were stoic and unmoved by the whole debacle.

"A man just died." Gi-Hun pressed on. "He's dead! A person just died. That bastard just killed him!" He points to 101.