CHOOSING RED || Squid Game

⁰²⁸ "Dont shoot!"

Kento's P.O.V

THE BOAT SAILED ACROSS THE OCEAN WITH NOTHING IN SIGHT. All the vans were lined up perfectly with workers sitting silently in the drivers seats. Other workers patrolled the areas with guns in hand, watching for anything out of the ordinary.

One car in particular held more than a worker, in fact it held three. Two workers with one escapee and a player who was known to be dead but still alive. It didn't bother me that much with the other worker but that unpleasant feeling sat in my stomach like poisoned food.

I woke up a few minutes ago, now staring blankly at the unconscious worker who snored slightly with their head against the window. My girl-friend was still asleep in the backseat with her knees Brought up to her chest and her head buried in them. I was aware that she probably felt uncomfortable with the dude in the car but there wasn't much I could do.

Unless I chuck him overboard but it wasn't worth the risk with someone else seeing me in the act.

The boat was due to arrive somewhere in Korea in a few hours so I had time to kill but the problem was I had nothing to do. Maybe find a random pen and draw on the dudes face then when he wakes up just knock him back asleep but that would die fast.

I sighed quietly and brought my legs to rest them on the wheel, looking around the controls with small curiosity as each had a different purpose.

Windows. Gas. Locks. Engine. Window wipers.

Nothing interesting at all.

I brought my hand to my stomach and groaned a bit at the pressure on the wound. Pretty sure this one was from that stupid guy who fucking stabbed me for no reason so now I'm left to suffer with the pain.

"Ah..shit.." a small moan escaped my mouth as I realised the stitches came undone again.

Pulling down the zipper, I bit my lip at seeing the huge stain of blood on my shirt, it going down all the way to the waistband of my boxers. "This is definitely something I'm not cut out for." Carefully peeling the wet shirt off my body and pulling it up to see the wound and it's clear infection.

"Shit." I spoke, staring at it not exactly hoping in joy to try and clean it. "That's not good." Shifting my legs back down and sitting upright, sliding my arms out of the suit so now it was bunched at my waist.

Looking around, it was clear nothing in here was any help to treat a wound. Damn even an infected one so I was basically fucked. "Who doesn't keep a first aid kit in their car?" I questioned but a voice came right next to my ear making me flinch.

"They do. You're just not smart enough to figure out where it is."

"The fuck is wrong with you?!" I whispered, staring at Sae-byeok with an annoyed expression, leaning my hand on the wheel. She rolled her eyes and turned around and got up to go to the back leaving me to watch her attempt to find the kit.

"You are the most incapable human beings on this earth, you know that?" She said coming back to the front with the white box in hand. I grunted as she opened it up and pulled out all the necessary things to clean it up then wrap it.

I grabbed the cloth dipped in whatever shit she put on it then gently wiped the skin around the wound, wincing a bit as it stung the sensitive area. "Fuck, that hurts." I said quietly and she hummed, also taking a rag to wipe the blood away so the job could be done faster.

"No wonder. Stab wound and multiple gun wounds. You're literally gonna die." I shoved her hand away from my body to glare at her. "Aren't you joyful?"