Player 222

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      "Are you sure you're seven months long?"

Summary

Naji has flashbacks about her family, a certain someone comes to help her out but instead creates more stress for her.

Walking back into the dorms felt odd, there were 456 people in this room before. Now, I don't even know if over half made it. My body trembled as I sat on my bed. What I thought was a harmless game turned into a bloodbath.

I sat there, my legs crisscrossed and hands by my side. Wondering if I would be the next to die, wondering if my family would even care.

"Get the fuck out of my house!" My mom screamed, throwing boxes of my stuff on the street.

All I did was get caught kissing someone, which was by force. I didn't want to kiss him, he grabbed my jaw and forced himself onto me. Yet my mother didn't care. She just thought I was a whore.

"Mom please!" I pleaded tears rushing out my eyes.

My mother didn't care how much I cried, she never did.

"Yo Naji, you dug your grave now live in it."

Her final sentence to me was that. I never heard from her again, since that day, two years ago. I can't even remember her voice, but I remember every single word she said to me. Those words impaled me like a spike, how could someone say that to their own offspring?

Tears began to fall from my eyes, causing some participants to stare at me with concerned eyes.

"Excuse me ma'am, are you okay?" A soft spoken voice asked me.

I turned around to see a young woman with the numbers "222" on her jacket. Her hair silky black with blonde streaks in the back, it looked beautiful on her.

Wiping my tears I replied, "I need a hug." My heart ached, I was in a vulnerable situation.

Without hesitation Player 222 reached out her arms and hugged me, wrapping me tight in her embrace.

I had to lean down due to how short she was, but that didn't matter. I tightly squeezed her, earning a yelp from her.

I quickly pulled away and looked at her with worry, "Oh I'm very sorry, I just really needed a hug."

"It's completely okay, I understand you." The player replied. I decided I wanted to get to know her better, so I asked some questions.

"If you don't mind me asking, what is your name and why are you here?" I asked.

She took a while to reply, probably gathering her thoughts.

"My name is Kim Junhee, and I'm here because well—" She stopped mid sentence, and patted on her tummy. "I'm pregnant."

I was stunned. A pregnant woman in here is dangerous.

"Your pregnant?" I softly announced, shocked.

Junhee nodded and rubbed her tummy, smiling while she did it.

"How far long are you?" I asked bending down to her level.

"I'm mostly like just reaching my third trimester." Junhee replied, sighing.

I raised my hand just above her stomach. "May I touch it?" I softly asked, Junhee nodded.

My hand softly pressed against the jacket, feeling a rubber-like texture.

"Wow, you feel like you're due at any moment." I told her, concerned. "Are you sure it's about seven months?"

"I think so, honestly, I've lost track. So much has been going on." Junhee expressed exhausted.

"I'm sure." I stated, standing back up and smiling.

Junhee was a fighter for sure, being trapped in here was tough. But, being pregnant too? I could never.

"Well, I've told you my name." Junhee stated smirking. "What's yours and why are you here?"

I wasn't prepared for this question, because I don't know why I'm here. Everyone here has a rough and tough backstory, me, I joined for fun.

"Well, my name is Yo Naji. Like how you greet your friends." I laughed while making that joke, causing Junhee to smile as well. "And I'm here because, well, it's complicated." I sighed, looking down.

"You don't have to tell me you know, we just met." Junhee tried reassuring me, but it didn't work.

"Naji I need to—" A voiced expressed but quickly stopped. I turned around to see Myunggi standing there, staring directly at Junhee.

"Don't worry, the child actually isn't yours." Junhee coldy stated, turning around and walking away. I was puzzled.

"What does she mean the child isn't yours—" I tried to ask but instead was being dragged away by Myunggi.

He dragged me into a corner where nobody else could really see us, anxiety filled my body as I didn't know what his intentions were.

"I need to talk to you about something." He stated.

"I do too!" I expressed, a hint of anger in my voice.

"What is your deal with Junhee?" I sternly questioned him. He sighed and just stared at me.

"It's a long story—"

"Summarize it then!" I screamed, not loud enough for anyone to hear though.

"Basically, me and Junhee were dating and she got pregnant, I was dealing with a lot so I ghosted her." He explained, with no remorse for his actions.

"You ghosted a pregnant woman??" I concernedly questioned. My eyes wide as I looked at him.

"Well, yeah, but it was out of freight." He exclaimed, trying to defend his actions.

"You just don't ghost a woman who is possibly caring your child Myunggi!" I expressed angry for Junhee.

I am extremely happy he isn't the father because imagine this.

'Junhee needs help with bills and Myunggi just runs away', like why would you even risk putting a baby in her if you can't take care of it?

I rolled my eyes after hearing his sob story for potentially being a deadbeat dad.

"Naji, you're so pretty when you're mad at me." He expressed, giggling.

"I should punch that smile right off your face!" I angrily expressed, bawling my fist and throwing a pretend punch at him.

He didn't flinch, instead he caught my punch and interlocked our fingers together.

I looked up at him noticing his gaze change, from a playful one to one filled with lust and desire. My body began to tremble, as lust slowly filled my body as-well.

He looked fucking sexy.

I just wanted to jump onto him and kiss him, right here, right now.

He stepped towards me, using his other hand to grab my waist and pull me closer to him. Our faces, inches apart. My body just wanted to jerk forward and crash my lips onto his, but, I waited for him to make the first move.

"Yo naji." He softly whispered. "May I kiss you?"

I couldn't take it anymore, I slowly closed the gap between us. The kiss was soft and gentle. Butterflies filled my stomach, yearning for more. Using my free hand, I rested it on the back of his head pushing it closer to mine. His grip around my waist tightened, causing a soft moan to escape my lips.

"Myunggi, we have to stop before someone notices." I softly expressed, breaking the kiss but still close to his face.

"You're right, or else this will escalate very quickly." He also softly whispered smiling.

We pulled away from each other, saddened but satisfied. Our hands still interlocked, we walked around from the tiny corner.

"Myunggi, consider yourself dead to me."

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decided to write the kiss scene because, well, myunggi and naji are just so cute! the next chapter though, you guys might get mad at me...

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