Sempiternal || Saeyeong

༄𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑦-𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛༄

How did she do this to me?

Sae-Byeok's P.O.V

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  As me and my shadow walked out of the bathroom, the first thing I noticed was the giant dining table, shaped like a triangle. It looked like something out of a five-star restaurant. 

  "Now what the hell is this?" My shadow asked next to me, whispering as to not be heard.

  Sang-Woo sat at the point of the triangle, patiently waiting for our arrival. Everything felt so eerie, how the lights dimmed, how guards stood in every corner of the room, and the person in the black mask standing directly in front. "Welcome finalists," The man started,

  "We have prepared a special reward for you, dedicated to your hard work in completing the five games. Please take a seat and enjoy this meal while you prepare for your last game." 

  Jiyeong and I glanced over at each other and slowly made our way to the table, sitting parallel from each other. The guards brought in three silver platters covered with a lid. The three of us each received one and were told to open them. 

  "Enjoy your meal finalists." 

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  We all glanced back and forth between each other, not knowing what to do. What could we do? I have no appetite, and I am certainly sure no one else does. But this could very well be my last meal. 

  A sound of metal clinking made my head shoot up to Sang-Woo, who had been the first to pick up a fork. He slowly cut his steak properly, and gently placed it in his mouth. This crazy bitch. I thought.

  His gaze switched between us silently, but he gave up and continued to eat his food. Sighing, I followed in his steps and picked up my own fork and knife, cutting the steak slowly. Jiyeong looked at me like I was crazy, just like I did with Sang-Woo.

  I could not find any words to say so I continued eating. I am really not hungry, but I have to make it seem like I can eat. If Sang-Woo knows I cannot, he will take it as a sign that I am weak and hurting.

  Jiyeong was the last one to start eating, only picking at her food occasionally.

  Minutes later, guards came to collect our dirty dishes. Mine was only half full, Sang-Woo's was completely empty because he has no feelings and the stomach of a serial killer. But Jiyeong's plate looked like she had only taken two bites out of it. I started to feel really guilty, everything had been piling up on her, but she kept on smiling when she was with me, like everything was ok. 

  How could I have been so rude to her? Of course, that is everyone's first impression of me, but I should have sucked up my dumbass feelings to be nice to Jiyeong. I have been so scared of getting close to someone and then eventually getting hurt, but I have been hurt so many times already. So, does it really matter if I get close to Jiyeong?  If she does die it will hurt either way.

  Shit, if I am thinking about this, I must like her a lot. How the hell did she do this to me? 

  My thoughts were interrupted when a pair of hands, covered with gloves, reached in front of me to grab my plate. Bitch, you could have said excuse me. I mean it's just human decency-

  The guard left something.

A knife.

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