Sempiternal || Saeyeong

༄𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛༄

I'm not moving

  I would be surprised if he is even able to jump. His knees might give out pre-hop. That hip of his might pop out of socket. Honestly, I would pay to see that.

  The old man smiled, though. What was there to smile about? He cannot really be having fun in this sadistic game, goddamn sociopath. Then again, he does have major dementia and a slight tumor in his head.

  The old man hopped to the right glass with no hesitation at all. He did not fall, but there is still hope. 

  He got ready to jump again, relaxing his face. The happy aura around him slowed down in an instant and now a sad look spread across his face. A hint of pity is what I felt but was overruled by the realization that he will die.

  He walked to the edge of the glass, bending his knees slightly before jumping only a little bit off the ground. His body landed right in between the two glass platforms, and it had to be the stupidest thing I have ever dared to watch. What did I tell you? This game was designed for the old man to fail, what a waste of a turn. 

  The game ran smoothly after that. By smoothly, I meant lots and lots of shattered glass, terrifying decisions, and the dread that followed. 

  The eighth person went, then the ninth. Sometimes we would have to yell at them to choose a glass, or if worse comes to worse, push them into oblivion. Which is exactly what we would have to do to Deok-Su. The revolutionary asshole. 

  "I'm not moving. We are going to stand here until we all die." He exclaimed with sweat dripping from his forehead. This man really does not want to die here. But acting like that is not going to save him nor his pride. 

  "Go, or I'll have to push you." I explained with a voice full of hatred. All of us here wanted him gone, not one person can say otherwise. 

  Deok-Su chuckled and crossed his arms, "Go ahead, push me little girl." 

  Now that was crossing the line. I have seen way too much shit to just be labeled as a "little girl". Absolutely not, if anything, I was more mature than him. 

  "I'll go." That annoying high-pitched voice announced. It was obviously Han Min-Yeo. 

  "Since you're too much of a coward, I will go for you." She added and shrugged her shoulders, jumping to the glass Deok-Su was currently standing on. 

  "Be my guest!" He motioned his hands to the glass in front of him. 

  Seven minutes and thirty seconds...

  Han Min-Yeo walked up the edge of the glass and glanced at Deok-Su on the way. He watched her with crossed arms, smirking a bit. 

  And suddenly, she turned around and hugged Deok-Su tightly. The hell was she doing? 

  "If I'm going to die, you are too. I did say if you betrayed me... I would kill you." She said this with a bright smile on her face, that did not seem so bright after seconds of inspection. Deok-Su struggled against her grip and tried his hardest to pry her hands off. 

  "Bitch, don't you dare." He growled with a shaky voice. Han Min-Yeo could only smile and lean her head back, the both of them falling straight through the glass which is now shattered. I could hear Deok-Su screaming the whole way down, what a baby. 

  That was a huge waste of time. Two people are dead, and we only got through one glass that turn. It is also even closer to my turn now.

  Six minutes left...

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Serious question, how did Han Min-yeo know that glass would break :D

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