𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟 002, 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙙 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚

𝔗𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔗𝔴𝔬

"Believe in Jesus or burn in Hell!" A man on a street yelled to passerby's, them ignoring him. "You fool who deny the Lord's existence, repent now!" The man held up a large cross, people running past him as it was raining. "The day of judgment is upon us! Followers go to Heaven, non-believers burn in Hell!" The limousine stopped on the road beside the man, both Dae-Hyung and Gi-hun being thrown out onto the street. "The only thing waiting for you in the afterlife will be fire and pain-" The man flinched, looking to the two as the limousine drove away quickly. People stared at the two, Dae-Hyung grunting as he tried to stand up. The man walked over to them slowly, Gi-hun letting his head lay against the pavement. "Hey..." The man spoke to Dae-Hyung, the boy staying still in his spot. The man checked Gi-hun's pulse, feeling one happily as he untied the man's blindfold.

Gi-hun moaned, opening his eyes and looking up to meet the ones of the man. "Jesus. Praise the Lord." He smiled, Gi-hun starting to choke. Dae-Hyung flinched when his blindfold was pulled off to, the man smiling at him. The boy coughed out a card, it falling onto the floor as did Gi-hun's. A girl walked past the three, terrified as she sped on. Dae-Hyung felt the small scrunched up piece of paper fall down into his collar, the man running his finger down the boy's scar. "Nasty cut-" The man backed away when Dae-Hyung shot back, leaning down to look at the card.

It was a bank card.

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Both Dae-Hyung and Gi-hun were at the local bank in Ssangmun-dong, the two having the cards. "Put it in." The boy whispered, Gi-hun doing as told, the voice speaking up. "Checking your IC card information." It informed, the two men looking to the screen. Gi-hun pressed withdrawal, "Please select the amount you would like to withdraw." The voice spoke politely, Dae-Hyung feeling for the paper in his collar. Opening it, he saw a number on the card and a small heart underneath it. What the fuck- "Dae." The man spoke, Dae-Hyung following his finger too see a bank balance of 22, 799, 990, 000 won. Dae-Hyung looked to his card, noticing they each had an equal split of the money. "I'm gonna head home." Dae-Hyung spoke, Gi-hun looking to him. "I'll come with you-"

He was interrupted by Dae-Hyung walking out of the building.

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Checking the time, it was only ten at night, meaning his grandpa's shop would still be open. Dae-Hyung limped home as fast as he could, clutching the card in his hand. "Grandpa!" The boy called, seeing the shop empty and all of the lights off. "Grandpa?" He called again, starting to panic. Had his grandpa been moved again? Had something happened? Had he died? "Grandpa... I'm home!" The boy spoke, rummaging through the store and trying the door. It was locked. "Hello!" The boy called, people walking by as he looked like a psychopath. "Oi!" The boy flinched, turning to a familiar face. "Dae-Hyung?" The boy's smile widened. "Grandpa!" He let out, the man staying still. "I thought you were an intruder, bastard!" The man spoke, Dae-Hyung shaking his head. Seeing his grandpa lifted his spirits so much more, the boy hugging the man. "You're lucky I love you or I would've shot you."

Dae-Hyung only squeezed the man, him hugging back. "How did the job go?" He asked, Dae-Hyung tensing up. "Oh, yeah..." He let out, breaking the hug. "Your eye!" The man pointed out, grabbing the boy's face harshly and bringing it closer to his. "What did you do?" He asked, Dae-Hyung stopping himself. "I brought you something." He whispered, placing the bank card between the two. "What the fuck-" "Stop swearing!" Dae-Hyung scolded, his grandpa holding the card. "The password is 0020." The boy informed, his grandpa scoffing. "That's easily guessable-" The man stopped once the boy walked away. "Where are you going!" The man called, Dae-Hyung looking back to him. "I'll visit you!" He let out, getting his phone out with the number on it. "Oi, you get back here young man!" His grandpa called, Dae-Hyung letting his smile fall as he walked away. It was all an act, for his grandpa, of course, he couldn't act all mopey because he would suspect something.