I'll Hope for Us

I'll Hope for Us

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"Why did you choose me?" Se-mi asked, as the shots fired. I slowly turned to her. "I thought you and her knew each other." I didn't know how to answer that. I chose you because I rooted for you as a viewer. I chose you because you're my favorite character. I chose you because I was mad you died. I chose you because I wanted you to survive. But none of those reasons explained why I wanted Se-mi, the person and not the character, to survive. "You looked like you needed saving," was all I could say. WARNING: Mature due to mentions of violence (due to the nature of Squid Game) and profanities. ************************************************* Se-mi x me LMAO (please dont expect a good story, this is just me self-indulging. I also wrote this in a similar way most korean transmigration stories write (or at least, the trasnlated ones i managed to read) which is in first pov so if you dont like it, you can simply not read.
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"Miss, would you like to play a game?" The man asked, his smile still splayed on his face as he awaited the woman's response. Taking the wrong idea immediately, Min-Rhee shuffled back a little bit, her eyes wide. "O-Oh! Oh, no.. Sorry if I gave the wrong impression, sir, but I actually have a boyfrie-" She shut herself the fuck up, the moment he opened a briefcase revealing stacks of neatly arranged cash. Taking the wrong idea yet again, Min-Rhee scoffed in offence. "Sir, I don't know who you take me for but I am not a prostitute, mkay?" Gaining no response from the man, Min-Rhee continued speaking. "I won't sell my body to you. If you're really that desperate, there's a club around the corner. It's hard to miss.. I'm sure being the good looking man you are, you won't find any trouble with picking up gir-" "Miss Kim Min-Rhee, age twenty three. You attended Seoul National University, aiming for a degree in finance while working part time to balance your occupation and your studies. Your boyfriend convinced you to drop out, and join him in the music industry. It backfired. You both turned to drugs and other illegal substances, mounting up your debt. Your mother sent you to rehab for ninety days, using all her savings for your recovery. She was later diagnosed with stage four lung cancer, the bills for chemotherapy being almost triple than what you earn annually." "..." "eh?"

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