𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗘𝗧 𝗥𝗘𝗗• 𝗦. 𝗞𝗔𝗡𝗚

𝑓 𝑜 𝑢 𝑟

- the game of debts

[Y u n  R y u n g]

"Pathetic, your moves not only suck ass but, they are expected. Your form is trash and the way you speak is trashier. Perv."

You see, when a man doesn't hesitate to beat up a woman then I will not only hesitate to beat them. But I will not hesitate to beat them to a pulp. Men like him deserve nothing more then the dirt from underneath their finger nails. Because people like them believe that power is found from those below you. That can't be anymore wrong then he is proving it to be now.

Perhaps I should teach him a lesson?

"What did you just say to me bitch?" His footsteps near. My shoulder passing others as they make a small walk way between the now broken circle.

"You see," I place my hands in fists. Kneeling slightly down. My back bent forward. But not the point I'd go tumbling. I'm in a perfect balance. I raise my jacket to my forearm, brushing the strands of my hair out of my eyes.

"You punch like this," I punch the air. My steps tracing closer towards him. "I, on the other hand. Punch like this." I fall back before my knuckles collide with his cheek. I could feel the bones crackle underneath my own. The vessels in his face electrify, breaking in the side bone between his hairline and cheekbone. Fracturing the line connecting the two.

"Would you like me to show you how to kick too?"

"Let me show you how it's done you filthy bitch." His feet drip back, aiming for my shins. "Like I said. Expected." I slide my palm behind the back of his knee cap. Bringing it over my shoulder as his body slams against the ground.

"Pathetic little male species. How could one ever love one. Especially ones like you." It's venomous. Each word shoots down, as my figure stands taller above his own. He groans quietly. Muffling his cries as he touches the bruise across the right of his face.

My smile still stung on my lips. An upturned frown replaces it as I go down to the girl who sits down below. "You alright?"

Just before I could even lean to her level I'm pushed.

456

His ragged hair parted in a type of zigzag. His body flimsy as he pushes passed me. His hands go out to grab 067s collar. Bringing her closer to his view. -"come here." He pushes her face to the side.

His hands pressing against her neck, revealing her vague scar that marks the crook of her neck. Although I'd never admit it. It made her more... attractive?

"That scar on your neck. Yes, it's you. You pickpocket! Give me my money back. Where's my money? Give it back!" He pleads as he shakes her body hopelessly. His voice reaching every corner of the enclosed room. His cries slices the thick tension through the air.

456 falls to the ground. His chin quivers, hesitating to meet 101s glaze. Already expectant of his taunting presence.

I go up to the helpless girl. Lending out a friendly hand. Her gaze shifts between my hand and my face. The blood that stains her lip falls to her chin. Folding my jacket over my wrist I dab it slowly, careful not to touch the new paper line cut beneath her eye.

"You okay?" Her fingers skim against mine. Her skin cold. And her expressions colder as her feet steadily meet the ground. The linger of her fingertips blemish the discolouration of my palm. The light trace of red peek at my cheeks.

She nods sternly. Fixing the flaps of her jumper. "Thank you." 067 croaks. Her voice caught as it wavers in her chest. She heaves for a few seconds before regaining the slightest pint of confidence that fulfilled her.

The buzz blares throughout the warehouse. The doors sliding to its sides. Displaying an odd showcase of guards. The masks concealing their faces as they walk further into the room. Their footsteps in unison as they stand towards the front of the room.

Naturally I follow. Standing between the clump of strangers with a still grin on my face. 067 shuffles in her spot. Tucking her sliced hands into the pockets of the tracksuit. "Your fists." I reply breathlessly. Taking a delicate hold onto her carved knuckles. My nails gently press against the scars as the dried mark imprints its pigments into the thin pad of my thumb.

"It's fine." She pulls away. Taken aback by the action. Her lips barley meet with her words as each one becomes quieter and less of a mutter as more of a mumble.

"I would like to extend a heartfelt welcome to all of you. Everyone here will participate in six different games over six days. Those who win all six games will receive a handsome cash prize."

-"how are we supposed to believe you? You suddenly put us to sleep, took away our phones and wallets. Then dragged us here to this mysterious place. Now you show up and say you'll pay us handsomely for a few games? Do you expect us to believe that?" The man asks. Nodding between each words, preventing the slight chime in his voice that slips into an higher octave.

"We had enforce those procedures to ensure the utmost security in bringing out here. We'll return everything once the games are over."

As of right now standing, probably in the middle of nowhere I don't know whether to feel scared, or excited. Every emotion flowing in me feels far to overwhelming I don't think I'd be able to comprehend it. The nerves fill my vessels with an intoxicating scent, every motion I make it feels as if I'm draining myself further. The excitment runs through my veins, pressing it cold hard kisses down my arm until I can no longer breath. It feels as if my ribs are encaging against my lungs squeezing every last ounce of oxygen that used to fulfill me.

--"How come you are wearing those masks?" Her voice quaint, nearly fragile. "We do not disclose the faces or personal information of our staff to the participants. It's for the sake of fairness and secrecy. Please understand."

My lipis caught between my teeth as I lace my fingers between the ropes of my tracksuit. My gaze falls onto 067. Her sable eyes still on mine. I swear everytimer I look at her each one of her flaws fade between the textures of her skin. Her stilled emotions cased, as her eyes show much more then the actions of her own body. "Stop picking at your fist, you're going to get it infected." I take her hand into mine, brushing past the indented scars that had seared through her skin. The scarlet red blood painted my fingers as I examined her hands.

I skim her palm as I reach forwards, pushing her jacket further up her forearm. Light bruises varnish her pale skin, leaving them beated blue and purple. "You shouldn't worry about me." She says blatantly. I nod sternly, turning to face the guards.

--"Player 218, Cho Sang-woo." The room had turn into a far more hazy state. Our eyes falling upon the darker screen. "Age, 46. Former advisor of Team Two at Joy Investments. Embezzled money from his clients, invested it in derivatives and futures and failed. Current loss, 650 million won. Player 107, Kim Mi-ok, 540 million won in debt."

The screen now filled with a collage of each player.

"All of you in this room have crippling debts and our now on a cliff-edge. When we went to you, you did not trust us either. But as you know we played a game. And gave you money as promised. And so you trusted us and volunteered to partcipate on your own free will."

I felt the lump in my throat strengthen. The knot pulls at my limbs. They really do know every aspect of our lives as if they had actually been in them.

"You have one last chance to decide."

A/N:

So... imma probably forget to add a few scenes so if I'm missing something don't be to alarmed. It either because my dumbass forgot about it or skipped it or because I'm to lazy to write it down... but we ain't going to mention that.

And... I know this scene is unrealistic with the way she fought against him but who cares. We need some more empowerment in the female community 🧍‍♀️👍 and because I want Ryung to be a badass bitch how takes shit from no one-

And trust me I don't need another character to simp over cuz- have you seen my reading list. Imma just stop here before I expose myself further.

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