GAME | PJM

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"what the hell, dude–"

"let's play a game." the voice interrupted.

"we're already playing one, dickwad." yeonmi retorted while controlling her character to move towards his.
the boy didn't have much, a handgun and a lousy flashlight.

"try and kill me, and i'll try and kill you. if i win, i get your number." he was smirking, she could tell.

"the f–"

"you win, i'll leave you alone."

"fine." she heaved.
that second option would be glorious. she thought.

"okay, three
two–"

not even a second had passed and she already died.

that asswipe.

"I SWEAR TO GOD." yeonmi yelped and punched the air in frustration.

"blasphemy ain't cool, man." the boy beamed at his 'achievement'.

"where do i send you my number, then?" she questioned, blatantly ignoring his last comment.

"private message, i guess." his smirk had grown wider through his tone.

yeonmi exited the game and went onto his account, and choosing the option to message him.

SEND bboongbboong A MESSAGE?
the console quizzed.

jesus, that username.

after choosing the CONFIRM option, she dug deep into her memory before she remembered her phone number–she could've lied, but sadly, she just wasn't about that life.
once she had finished, she read it again,
and again.

yeonmi had sent a stranger her phone number.