(✔️) The Game | Bang Chan & Hwang Hyunjin

Kill Me

Hyunjin walked out of his room. Messy hair, walking limply. He didn't even remember how long he hadn't left the room.

Walking downstairs, he was a bit confused when he found the house was dark. Apparently it was almost sunset and it was raining heavily. He didn't realise it, either because he didn't want to or because his heart had messed with all his senses.

Hyunjin walked towards the kitchen, looking for something to fill his stomach. Seeing a bread on the table, he ate it.

His eyes caught a yellow sticky note at the end of the dining table. He read it, then smile tugging at his lips.

"Hyunjin, I've prepared food for you on a bear patterned plate. Heat it in the microwave before eating it.

I'm sorry."

"Why should it be on children's plates?" Hyunjin chuckled, "And you better change your last sentence to 'I love you', then I'll forgive you, Y/n."

He opened the refrigerator, looking for the plate you prepared. He heated the food for a while then ate it.

The food was good, very good. And the plate's pattern made him smile even more.
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"Sam, sam, stop playing games. I've cooked your favourite dish!"

"Soon, Saturn, I'm still uh- don't cry"

Little Sam stopped his game and immediately hugged the crying little Saturn. He really didn't mean to hurt her, he just wanted to give a tease.

"Sorry, I'm just kidding. I love Saturn." 

Instantly the little girl's cries were replaced with a wide smile. Excitedly, she pulled his hand towards the dining table. Two bear-patterned plates containing spaghetti made by the girl and his mum were served there.

Sam devoured the spaghetti excitedly. He smiled, the cooking made by his mum and the girl he liked would always make his day better.

He then looked at the girl beside him. A giggle escaped his mouth at the smudge of sauce on the edge of her lips.

Sam moved closer to her, pecked the sauce-stained lips briefly and then looked at her. The girl widened her eyes, feeling surprised by what he had just done.

"I love you, Y/n, my Saturn."
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The giggle escaped his lips again then drank a glass of water.The beautiful memory accompanies every mouthful until the bear's pattern is clearly visible.

Same plate, same spaghetti, and the same feeling.

"I know you remember me, Y/n."

His thoughts stopped when a text notification came out of his phone. He frowned, then opened the text from an unknown number.

Cold sweat ran down his forehead when he saw the text, location point and a photo that was showed there. A photo of a girl from behind lying on the floor. Her body was bound with blood all over her.

He knew, he knew that jacket she wore,
he knew you're wearing that jacket today. The jacket he saw when you left the house.

"Face your destiny, Foreman Slave, or your girl will turn to soil."

Damn, that role again. Of course he realised that you were captured by the troops. He immediately took his jacket, ran to his motorbike and went to that point of location.

He messed up, his mind was messed up. He shouldn't be cold to you.

If,
If,
If.

That's what keeps repeating in his mind. If he had gone with you, this wouldn't have happened.