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CHANCE

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CHANCE

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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒃𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏









    WHEN THE MUMBLING PRAYERS OF player 244 was too much for (Y/n) to bear—having tried to fall asleep but being interrupted each time die to his voice swelling with volume—she crept up from her bed and used the staircases behind her to sneak up on him and hit him in the neck at just the right angle where he immediately collapsed.

"What was that?" Sang-woo asked from across the room, he and most everyone else having seen her.

"He was fucking annoying me," she answered as she jerked her head over to where he was. "Don't worry, he's still alive. He's just unconscious."

    Sang-woo exhaled softly.

    He hadn't had the chance to ask (Y/n) what had happened during the thirty-minute interval were she hadn't participated in the fourth game, his finger taping in agitation against his leg since he so badly wanted to. He knew that something had happened, and he had noticed that she had been wobbling a bit hen she walked, so he think he knew what.

    His eyes narrowed upon even thinking about it.

    Immediately, however, his irritation quickly quelled into that of surprise and being flustered when she walked over to where he sat on his bed and laid down so that her head was on his lap.

    "What are you doing?" He said, cursing himself internally when his voice wavered.

    "I'm tired," she mumbled.

    "Go sleep in your own bed. It's right next to mine."

    "Yeah, but why sleep there when I can sleep here?" She smirked coquettishly even as her eyes began to close and her breathing started to even out.

    Sang-woo sighed, defeated.

    He couldn't say no to her.

Leaning against one of the metal beams and placing a blanket over both him and her while also making sure to brush away any stray hairs in her face, fingers tracing over her patched eye, he smiled softly at her sleeping features before he too decided to fall into the night's embrace.

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