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Three years.
That's how long it's been, now.
Three years since she won all that money from those insanity-inducing games.
Dae-eun still remembered it vividly, how could she not?
It stared her in the face whenever she looked herself in the mirror.
No naivety, no preconceived notion of easy money, no 'rebellious' streak of dyed pink hair.
No.
White hair.
White from the stress of killing or almost being killed yourself.
The girl was lying staring at the ceiling of her bedroom, still somewhat disbelieving on the way that blood money had changed her life.
Those 'casino thugs' sure looked the other way when she dropped such a fat stack of cash on the desk.
And now...? Now she'd repaid both her debts and her grandfather for everything he'd done.
He owned a thriving sushi restaurant, one that had a waitlist of several months because of its quality food and relaxing atmosphere.
Dae-eun had poured so much of that cash into her grandfather's dream, enough that it helped to somewhat negate the nagging survivor's guilt still clawing in her stomach.
But what of the billions of won she still had left...?
Well, should couldn't spend it all on her debts, could she?
She'd bought herself an apartment of her own. A modest one, too. Not one of those horrible rentals that accounts just the needs to eat, sleep and shit.
An actually decent place in Seoul, where she could come home to and collapse happily, maybe look out at the view from her high window.
Dae-eun got up, headed to get a drink before turning on her heel.
My meds.
She padded her way back to the nightstand, snatching the rattling bottle before resuming her trek to the kitchen.
Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, she popped a pair of pills into her mouth, swallowing both easily.
She still remembered almost coughing up the water the first time she'd done this. But now, after three years, it was practically second nature.
Routine.
Normal.
I'm not normal.
She knew that for sure, now.
'Checking OCD'. That's at least what it is in layman's terms, or at least, how the doctor tried to describe it.
That uncanny need to observe and see around her, to be constantly aware, to be creepy without meaning to be.
Now that she thought about it, she'd probably be dead if not for this... 'disorder'.
How can it be called a disorder when it kept me alive?
Neurodivergence, then.
Despite still wrestling with the exact labels, Dae-eun knew who she was now, no more fumbling around in the dark with 'maybe's' and 'am I's'.
Now she knew.
It was confirmed.
The beeping of the still-open fridge anchored her back to reality, pushing it shut with her foot before screwing the cap back on her meds.
Maybe she should go for a walk... or a drink... it was the three year anniversary today, after all.
Why not commemorate the victory over the death games again?
...
Walking the back alleys like this always brought a sense of nostalgia for Dae-eun.
Back when she was younger, when she used to walk home with Jin-sun from school.
Dae-eun almost tripped over her laces.
Jin-sun.
She felt that sense of gleeful nostalgia turn to bile in her belly.
So happy over her escape, and she never stopped to think of the reason- the person- who let her get away with it in the first place.
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Killer Addiction - (Squid Game)
Fanfic"Would you like to play a game with me?" "What kind of game?" Song Dae-eun is in debt to the total of 210 million won, and, feeling guilty about mooching off her grandfather's hard-earned cash, she tries to earn her own. Yet fails, again and again...
