Promise; Lee Su-hyeok

030. You're Always Hungry

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Guess who finally updated lmao
The chapter is shorter than I wanted it to be, but the update was far overdue, sorry

Around the 47 second mark is when I start to struggle.

60 seconds until my vision begins to fade and my head starts feeling extremely light.

And barely even 64 seconds seconds until Nam-ra notices.

"Y/n. What the fuck?" She gasps, not so gently smacking the side of my thigh. "Breath."

I start motioning with my hands in an attempt to explain to her what I'm doing. In doing so, I apparently catch Bare-su's attention. Maybe because I was tugging on the rope, but I don't know.

Su-hyeok's eyes widen. "Oh my fucking go- Your lips are literally turning blue."

I bite my tongue, hard but not hard enough to draw any blood. I might, like, maybe die, but what if I make it to 2 minutes? That must be some type of world record. Plus, the part where I see spots is just temporary.

But it's barely been 79 seconds and it feels like time has slowed down.

I wish I could Bluetooth these thoughts to them.

And all of a sudden, I cover my mouth as air harshly leaves my internal air bags, sending me into a coughing fit. Su-hyeok -the culprit who smacked me in the stomach- uselessly pats my back while I struggle to catch my breath.

Although I eventually get the oxygen back into my burning lungs, the pressure that faded away from my head, instead of being relieving, turns into a dull ache.

"Why'd you do that?" I whine once I properly catch my breath, glaring at him. All the blood rushed back to my head way too quickly. It feels like I'll faint any second now. "I was about to world a win record. Win a world record."

He shrugs, now acting all nonchalant. "In my defense, your face isn't meant to be colour changing."

I scoff and shrug, mocking him. "And in my defense I wasn't meant to be here anyway, but-"

"What?" Nam-ra interrupts, a quiet, awkward chuckle leaving her mouth.

"Nothing." Su-hyeok groans. He's becoming frustrated. "She doesn't mean anything."

"Just like keeping m- us here means nothing?" I point to Nam-ra and I. "Or are you just doing it for fun?" I provoke.

"What? No," he pushes hismelf up to sit straight, accidentally pulling my hand along with his. "I'm keeping you here because I can't just let you go out to die."

"So you would rather have us all die in here, together? That's bullshit."

He rubs his temples, answering without skipping a beat. "You know, sometimes I just can't help but ask myself if you're slow."

Nam-ra looks at me, then back at him, with an amused expression. "That's a little mean...?" She muses, shifting around in her seat.

I'm meaner than that, but alright.

A few seconds too late, Su-hyeok's eyes widen when he realizes what he said and he shakes his head frantically. "Wait, wai-"

I shrug, taking a peek at Nam-ra who's now giggling. "No, it's fine. You said what you said."

I then look down and smile. Her laugh's so contagious to me for some reason. Even if it's just a shushed giggle.

"I didn't mean it like that, I swear." Su-hyeok whines, seconds away from kicking his legs like a child throwing a tantrum.