β¬ ππππ ππππ; αΆΚ°α΅β± "α΅Κ°α΅βΏα΅Λ’" Λ’α΅β»α΅α΅βΏα΅
37 parts Ongoing Matureβπ°π πππ ππππ πΊπ-ππ ππ ππππ ππππ ππππ, ππππ πππ'ππ ππππ ππ ππππππ ππ πππ. πΎπ'ππ ππππ π πππππππ π
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ππππ πππ-πππ is adamant on paying off the debt she's left with, going as far in desperation as taking the invitation of a suited man. What she doesn't know is that she isn't the only one from Club Pentagon to play ddakji in a subway, and that the promised children's games are deadlier than they seem.
γππππππ π - ππππππ πγ
"Nam-su... Make sure we protect the baby," he orders.
"Alri-- No, no no..." Nam-gyu shakes his head sideways slowly, desperation overtaking him, the realization of his friend's order settling in only now. Su-bong only shakes his head in a slow, vertical motion, opposing the other man's movement.
"Yes, yes yes," he replied slowly, as if they had all the time in the world. They didn't, and all of them were in the clear about it, the timer now at 8 minutes remaining. Seemingly, whatever Su-bong said was absolute, as Nam-gyu glanced at the baby behind himself, gulping before letting out a shaky breath as he faces the smaller horde of greedy men in front of them. Ohh, fuckfuckFUCK!