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italics and bold = mafia dance host!
"here, rosey, sit next to me."
stray kids sat in a semi-circle on the cold tile floor as the host of the game, a deep-voiced man, began to explain the intense rules of the mafia game. rosey looked around at her fellow members, noticing the way some of their legs bounced up and down out of pure excitement. this was probably the most fun thing the group has gotten to do in weeks.
"mafia dance will start now! everyone please lower you heads."
rosey followed the instructions and lowered her head, her eyes open but glued to the white floor she was sitting on. the palm of her hands began patting against the cold floor, the sound of everyone following suit echoing through the open studio.
it was time to pick the mafias.
rosey's arms started to get exhausting from hitting the floor, the palms of her hands definitely a little pink now. she heard the footsteps of a staff member approaching them. she was a little relieved to hear them pass by her, she didn't quite know if she wanted to be mafia or not, but the relief must have solidified her decision. it was until the footsteps started to trail back her way and two taps were felt on her back.
rosey was a mafia.
"mafias, lift your heads and meet the other mafias please!"
the sound of hands thumping continued, rosey doing so to avoid any suspicion on her already. she lifted her head slowly and immediately made eye contact with chan who was across the circle from her, to her left, jeongin had his head lifted too. the three exchanged smiles and held back their laughter that wanted to explode. before anything could escape their lips, they hung their heads low again.
today's mafia: chan, rosey, & jeongin!
— "„ ( ##; mafia dance; round one! )
rosey placed the wireless earbuds into her ears and reached for the last pair of pink earmuffs, placing them over her head. they were so fluffy and so comfortable, she could get used to this. the members all got into position as if they were dancing to 'my pace.'
well, technically, the assigned civilians were dancing to 'my pace,' and the mafias were assigned to the song 'amor fati.' rosey had to try and dance to the group's song with a completely different song playing in her ears. she believed it would be easy, it was like muscle memory dancing to her group's song. . . nothing could stop her. or so she thought.
the music started in her ears and when her time to stand up in position came, she was just a second late. as she came to her feet, she looked around but noticed that no one was staring at her or trying to point her out. they must not have seen her mistake. thank god. she didn't want to get out the first round, that would ruin the whole game for her. she wanted to at least make it to the second round, why? nothing in particular except for just the success of surviving one round.
