WHO ARE YOU?|ATEEZ FANFIC (In Editing Progress)

Chapter 48|Four of hearts

Wooyoung had forgotten - not exactly counted - how many times he and his friends had been in danger now. It was more like he could count on one hand when they hadn't been. Each time it was an intense feeling of fear that would take hold of him and not let go until he was 100% sure they were all safe. Even at that moment he had this feeling. His hands were ice cold and beads of sweat ran down his back like a chill. The white t-shirt he was wearing was slightly sweaty on the back and he was slightly cold because of the cool air in the room. His left leg was shaking nervously under the table and his gaze darted between San and his opponent. It was nerve wracking and the fact that a gun was pointed at the back of Wooyoung's head, safety cocked and ready to shoot him didn't make his nervousness any easier. It scared him even more. Every time San or his opponent laid down a card, Wooyoung would get goosebumps. There was an awkward silence around the table and neither Wooyoung nor San knew exactly what was going on. There wasn't even an explanation of what San had to do. He was dealt a small deck of cards - 24 to be exact - and then the game was about to begin. Wooyoung had just been sitting next to his friend in silence the whole time, watching nervously and confused. He didn't know the game. The cards were regular King, Queen, Jack and Ace, and from what Wooyoung was able to gather, they both simply had to place a matching card on top of the pile between them. If they couldn't, they had to draw a card. It's been like this for half an hour now. Although they really didn't have many cards in their hands at the beginning of the game, over time more and more cards accumulated in the hands of the two players. Finding the right card was harder than I thought. It was just number on number or character on character. A king of hearts could not be placed on a four of diamonds and a four of diamonds on a three of hearts. They had to fit together somehow, and if a player didn't have a matching card, he had to take a card from the deck until he had a matching one. San's hand was now almost double what it was when the game started. He could barely hold all the cards in his hand while the dummy across from him seemed to be on a winning streak. There were barely ten cards left in his hand and he seemed to be able to lay one down every time. With every minute that passed, both Wooyoung and San got more and more nervous. The blond player could hardly concentrate. The thought kept swirling around in his head that Wooyoung was in mortal danger and that it was his responsibility to ensure that the black-haired boy didn't get a bullet in the back of the head. He was already getting a headache from thinking and his hand was slowly cramping. He hadn't checked the time - especially since the clock hanging on the wall above the door no longer worked. It ticked but the pointer didn't move - but he had the feeling they had been playing for hours. He sighed in frustration as the dummy dealt another matching card. Queen of diamonds to Queen of Hearts.

»Fuck...« he murmured in frustration and looked at his paper. It wasn't that he didn't have any hearts, in fact he had more than enough of them, but he could only lay down one card per turn, although he could draw several per turn. If things continued like this, he would never be able to catch up in time before his opponent was rid of all his cards. San looked over at Wooyoung tensely. The younger sat nervously in his chair, staring at the cards in the middle of the table. He was shaking slightly - San didn't know if it was from fear or from being cold - and it looked like he was going to throw up any second. San's eyes wandered to the second dummy in the room, standing behind Wooyoung. He still had the pistol in his hand aimed at Wooyoung. His finger was ready to fire on the trigger of the gun and the expression on his face gave San uncomfortable goosebumps. As if he were waiting to finally be allowed to shoot.

»Place a card.« San and Wooyoung both jumped slightly when the dummy that San was playing with suddenly started talking. San immediately looked his way. The broad body of the dummy was slightly bent and he looked at San with a slightly impatient look. He pointed to the cards in San's hands and nodded.