THE eighteen year old girl now stood on a sidewalk, trying her best to keep herself calm as her hands fidget with her phone in her pocket. The man had given her a meet-up place and time, so now, she was just waiting.
She took out her hands from her pocket and stretched her arms, huffing out softly before playing with the zipper on her jacket. Her jacket was all she wore this time, leaving her hoodie at home and had a hat on. A black toque to keep her ears warm under the material.
She quickly looked to the left when a vehicle, a van drives up to the side of the curb, stopping directly by her. The window rolls open and she's taken back by the driver looking at her.
A man dressed in a pink-ish red jumpsuit with a black mask on that had a gas mask over that one that should've been a red flag, but ultimately flew right over her head. "Ms. Chae Hyun-Jung?" He called out and she just stood there, completely still for a couple of moments. "Um... yes?" She says, sounding nervous.
And she was, she's still fidgeting with the zipper on the jacket she has on. "Password?" He asked next. "Red light, green light?" She says, sounding unsure then the back door opened, for her and she hesitated, getting in when she saw other people in the van, in the back, passed out as the seat next to hers was empty. She got in, still looking all around.
"Sir? Um, is it gonna be a long ride?" She asked and didn't get a response as steam hissed and she looked up right as the gas hit her face. Her eyes rolled towards the back of her head when she fell back on the seat.
She dreamt of nice things. Her parents holding her hands as they stroll through the park, buying sweet treats at a cafe. Having fun with her friends at a sleepover. Enjoying family reunions where she had fun with her aunts, her uncles and cousins who she was no longer close with anymore. Visiting her grandparents and having fun learning new things.
"Hey. You need to wake up." She opens her eyes to a blond frizzy haired boy staring down at her. "Hey ramen head, move it." She said and quickly sat up, looking around. She's slightly alarmed but tried not to panic. "Are you okay?" The boy asked and she looks at him.
"Where are we?" She asked instantly and he looks around. "It seems to me that we're suppose to be playing games here? I-I'm not sure... There's like 456 of us... Look." He said as he pointed towards the board.
"Holy shit..." She whispered as she got up and he looked down at her. "Why's a pretty girl like you here anyway?" He asked and she looks at him. "Secrets... Can't tell you or they wouldn't be secrets anymore, right?" She asked and he just shrugs, looking away. "Fair point."
They head down the steps and join everyone else towards the middle. "Hey, our numbers are similar!" A dark haired boy said as he walked up to the blond boy and brunette girl, raising the tag of his number to Hyun-Jung.
She examined the boy's number, his was 250 and she glanced down, seeing that hers was 260. "Oh... yeah," she chuckled, glancing up. Her panic and worry went away as she looked at the boy with a small smile on her face.
Hyun-Jung glanced around, taking notice of all the other people, both men, women. All young or old, there's even one elderly man who she looked at a little longer, feeling pretty sympathetic that he's in a place like this.
She looks at the two boys on either side of her now, 324 is on the blond's jacket and 250. So, that's just what she'll call them, for now. Names aren't exactly her top priority at the moment, more about what the hell is going on. "You little shit!" A man shouts making the boys stand on their tippy toes to look through the crowd formed around a man and a girl.
"What's going on?" Hyun-Jung asked the tall dark haired boy, looking up at him as he squinted slightly. "Some old guy punched a girl..." He said as the man's laughter is all Hyun-Jung heard. "Hey! Wow... It really is a small world, huh! Look at those eyes. You still have that temper, huh." The man said, approaching her so Hyun-Jung went over, going through the people to get to the middle as the man approached the girl. "Nobody broke your spirit, you could always take a hit. I took care of you, I fed you, I taught you when you had nowhere else. This is what I get?"
"You took more from me than whatever I might possibly owe." The girl, 067, merely says as 234 and 250 join Hyun-Jung at her sides, watching the fight happen before them as well. "If all that's true, how come you ran then?"
"Well, I didn't. I went independent." The girl said, blood on her lips and Hyun-Jung suddenly began to feel worried, for some reason. She hopes she's okay. The man laughed, boisterously. "Independent?" He asked then sighed, before taking a swing at her. The crowd gasped but thankfully, she backed away just in time. He reached out, grabbing the front of her jacket as Hyun-Jung was about to interfere, step foward but 250 grabbed her arm.
"Don't," he said and she stayed still exactly where she was standing, watching in fear for the girl as the man kicked the back of her leg so she would fall to the floor. She goes to get up but the man grabs her by the hair and the back of her jacket, throwing her the other away and now, Hyun-Jung just wants to help. So badly. But 250's hand is still on her arm, keeping her still, as to keep her safe from the man.
The man is bad news. Has a neck tattoo and looked like a thug. This could end badly for the girl. He kicks her now, kneeling down to her level and grabbing the back of her head. "Independent, huh? Are you some kind of activist? Come on then, go wave a flag. Oh, that's right. You're from North Korea, huh? Then wave theirs. Hmm?" He said then grabbed the hair on the top of her head.
"Damn you!"
A man comes running, pushing 101 out of the way and kneeling down. For a moment, Hyun-Jung is hopeful that 067 has a saviour. But he grabs her from the collar of her jacket. "Hey, you come here. Hold still." He says before tilting her head to the side forcefully.
"Oh. That scar on your neck. You're the damn pickpocket! My money, give it back. Where is it? You took it. I need it-- ahh!" The man, 456, groans as he rolled over, 101 kicking him as the crowd all gasped. Is that all they had to offer, their reactions rather than their help?
"What the hell?"
AUTHORS NOTE
the way gi-hun squared up to deok-su and got scared so mf fast will never not be funny to me no matter how many times i rewatch
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Fanfiction✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* kang sae-byeok chae hyun-jung had no idea what she was getting herself into when she agreed to participate in the games, but all she knew was she had debts to pay. ❝ money is the reason we exist. ❞ [ fem oc x 067 ] [ squid game ]
