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038

"Name?" 

"Kim Sun-Hi."

"Age?"

"19."

"Siblings?"

"Three. Hyun-woo, Sung-Lee, and Chi-ah."

"Birthday?"

"How is this relevant?" He asks, cocking his brow. 

"I don't have to start these questions easy." I spit back, crossing my arms as he rolls his eyes.

"Fine. You may continue."

"Why am I participating in these games?" 

"Because you want the money."

"More specifically."

"Because you're greedy."

"Looks like I have a point," I smirk, tallying off the marks on the paper in front of us. He had three points already, whereas I only had one. He was ahead, but I doubted that he could be able to answer all of them correctly. 

"Are you going to explain the true reason you're here then?"

"To get my siblings out of that shithole we are forced into calling a home."

He nods as he waits for my next question.

"What's my mothers' full name?"

"Lee Sung-woo." 

"Where did I go for my first family vacation?"

"Jeju island."

"And why did we go there?"

"That's an unfair question. There is no true reason."

"Actually, there is a reason. And it's not something that's been kept quiet by myself or my father. We went to Jeju island because we wanted to seem more family-like. People in our neighbourhood were saying we didn't act like a normal family and my father wanted to ensure that wasn't the case anymore."

I stare at him in amusement. He acted as he knew so much, as though he was so close and that he had every detail about my life, even though he didn't seem to have a clue about the real details. 

"Speaking of my father, what is his name?"

"Kim Hyun-Hi."

"What's my fathers' occupation?"

"He's a warehouse worker."

"What's my deepest, darkest fear?"

"That you're going to be too weak to help everyone around you." He smirks.

"Incorrect. I don't care if I'm weak because we all are. I'm scared that I will have to watch the people I care about, get ripped away from me because of stupid mistakes."

"So you're afraid to be a disappointment."

"I already am a disappointment."

"That doesn't mean you're not afraid of it. You could be scared of yourself."

"Are you scared of yourself?" 

He doesn't answer me, pouring himself another glass of what smelt heavily like bourbon. 

"Do you want one?" he asked, noticing my gaze as I stare at the drink. I nod my head slightly even though I didn't want it. I didn't want to seem more vulnerable or weak, but if I didn't drink it, he would just consider me a child just like everyone else. 

He smirks as he pours the glass and hands it to me. I pull the glass up to my lips, tipping the glass up as I swallow hard. The liquids drip down my throat, leaving a stinging, but I ignore it as I place to glass back down onto the table.