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"When are we going to end this?!" Seungcheol was tearing up and screaming. But Woozi was still calm and smiling. "I didn't know how to handle everyone, hyung."
"Fuck you and your game!"
"Don't cuss at Woozi, Seungcheol!" Minghao pointed his index finger on to the elder and hugged Woozi. "He's a kid."
"But he started this fucking game that caused our 3 classmates to die!"
"I know! But he is still a kid!"
Seungcheol sighed, thinking that he wouldn't win at Minghao once again.
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"Run!"
Everyone ran back to find another hiding shelter to prevent being killed by the unknown seeker.
"Shit!"
Woozi picked a long stick and marked it with his pink marker. "I have no swag, daddy Yoongi told me to not choose pink as a marker. Ew, gayshit."
He saw the others ran back to the room where they should put the sticks; in short their classroom.
Woozi stood up, then he saw his classmates. "7 plus me, 8. Who died?"
"Seungcheol and Minghao."
They looked at each other and gulped. "I'll reveal everything tomorrow."
He smirked.
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