The small, crumpled paper that landed in my hands as I didn't believe what I was reading.

Two weeks to live?

What about my family, friends, and my life? I can't sing? Dance? Read?

I laugh in disbelief, thinking how someone would play a trick on me. But the red, dark words engraved on the paper: Jeon Wonwoo, yeah that is one thing that scared the hell out of me. My phone starts to ring, and I glance at it carefully. An unknown number. It's like those intense moments of a Korean drama, where your life is on the line. I never expected myself to be in that situation.

I maintain my calm composure, and answer the phone, "Hello?"

"Jeon Wonwoo, listen to my words carefully."

This voice, sounds familiar, misty, and heavily dark with evil.

"From now on, you will only have two weeks to live. But you can stop your fate, by doing what the mission tells you to."

I look around the quiet park, seeing no one around to stalk me. The day is warm with soft, chilly winds blowing through my black, dark hair. The park is extremely quiet today, only being filled with the birds singing. No person in sight. I face back at the city view that I was enjoying before my mood turned fucking sour. "What is it that you want?"

"To see if you're capable of what you are up to doing a mission to save yourself... From now on, your memories will remain as your memories. Your friends, family, and people you associated with in the past, will forget who you were."

"Bullshit. Leave me al-"

"Every day, a mission must be accomplished, and each of your family members and friends will recognize and remember who you are, however if you fail, they will not be able to remember who you are, and your days to die will come soon."

My hands clench angrily at the paper that I was holding. I mutter back, "Who are you? You're not a god."

"I'm not God, but I am the designer of the new game, and you will be my first test subject. I've kept an eye on you, waiting for this moment to release my plans."

"Why do you think I will listen?"

"Fine."

The voice goes dead serious, and suddenly the strength in my legs weaken and fall to the floor. My visions are turning hazy, and I can hear the voice laughing with amusement and with power. I look around frantically as the air in my lungs start to be sucked out of me. I hit the ground with my fists, wheezing and the voice adds, "Don't mess with me, Jeon Wonwoo. I am the one who is in control of your life for two weeks."

My body gets thrown like someone threw me across the park. I tumble and roll weakly onto the grass as my lungs start to collect air once more. I sat up, grasping onto my neck as the phone is laying next to me. Coughing, as I felt like my lungs were exploding and pounding of out my chest. This creator is watching me, controlling me from somewhere.

I pick it up hastily, standing to my feet as my sore muscles start to work again. I am determined to figure out who the mastermind of this, as I look out weakly towards the river. My voice is covered with anger and determination, "Bring it."

I could imagine the dark, evil smirk that is smeared onto the "creator" as the phone call ends without another word. I look at my phone, and see time rewinding, making me start again before I got the phone call. My friends, family, and foes....I'm going to make them remember, who I am...

My phone vibrates in my hand, as I raise my arm up carefully to see my lock screen. A text message comes in, and it says, "Ready for your mission? Open me to find out!"

I unlock my phone and hesitantly press the message lingering on my notification feed. It said, "Congratulations, here is your first mission Jeon Wonwoo! The people that you will be able to save is: Wen Junhui and Xu Minghao."

My transfer friends from China, they've been with me from when I attended a dance academy to learn to dance. They're extremely talented at dancing, as they b-boy and can do different tricks and spins, including wushu.

First mission: Find them, and defeat them in a dance competition.

Fucking.
Shit.
They're so fucking perfect at dancing!

But this comes into my head...

All the underdogs in the world
A day may come when we lose
But it is not today
Today we fight! (Rap Monster's intro)

But I can do it, I smirk to myself as I fix my jacket and start heading towards my car.

I'm not going to lose..

not today...and not any day to this shitty creator of this game.

Let that game begin.

Now.

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Inspiration for this book: Dice + Not Today (BTS), [listen to the song as you read this book]

A-N: I've been reading Dice these days. And Not Today has been killing me!!!!!! And also, it's a short story so I will end it quick. All books are on hold until I finish this ^^ it will have in total of 13-14 chapters :)