𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ 𝐧𝐜𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 - 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐮

⇛ 𝐂𝐇. 𝟐𝟏

𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝟏𝟑

"i miss my district... well, more like the people in it and my bed even though it was small and i had to share it with my brothers." donghyuck said.

those from the richer tributes avoided looking at him out of guilt that they had the luxuries of living healthily in nice houses.

"i miss my mum's cooking." chenle said.

"i wonder if my friends and family are watching this right now. i hope they aren't. i don't want them to see what happens in this arena..." mark whispered.

and i wonder if doyoung and hana have gotten together yet.

"i have a question." jihyun said.

"what is it, foxy?" jaemin asked, making her roll her eyes.

"what kind of job do you want? i know we're all bound to our districts and what they stand for but if you had the option, is there anything else you'd want to do?"

"i've never really thought about it. i enjoy what i do in my district." jeno replied. "actually maybe something crafty, like in chenle's district."

"same. i like the jobs in my district." chenle said.

"to be honest, i think i'd like the occupations in district one. they're all very glittery and luxurious. i like being artsy." renjun said.

"yeah, it suits you." jaemin agreed. "i wanted to become a doctor. we lack doctors in our district but my family encouraged me to take on something more to their liking, being a lumberjack, so i obviously don't have a chance."

"that's sad. i wish you could have had the opportunity." jihyun frowned. "mark, what about you?"

"i write..." mark muttered.

"write?" she repeated.

"novels. i want to write for everyone to read. i want to be an author."

"i never would've expected that from you but it sort of makes sense." donghyuck said.

"tell us your answer then." jisung said, kicking his feet in the air as he lay on his stomach.

"you first."

"no, you."

"fine. uh..." donghyuck paused, and bit the inside of his cheek then shook his head. "never mind. i can't say it."

he's embarrassed.

"loser." chenle scoffed, earning a smack on his back. "hey!"

"jisung, your turn." jeno said but the boy stayed silent, staring at the floor, eyebrows furrowed as though he was in deep thought.

"ji." mark softly nudged his leg.

"huh? what?"

"your turn."

"oh. um..." he scratched the top of his head then shrugged. "i don't know."

lying.