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CHAPTER FOUR • dalgona.
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Chin-Hwa shoved her hands in her pockets as she moved forward slightly in the line, huffing as she avoids the gaze she can feel trained on her. She knows full well it's Thanos, fuming that she voted to leave.
Not like he's got any right to be. As far as she knows, he doesn't even know her name. She knows full well his name isn't really Thanos.
As much as she certainly does yearn for the little colourful pills in his necklace, currently, that's the least of her concerns. She wants to be clear headed for whatever the next game is.
Also, the pair of men seemed to her like they could be very unpredictable. The black haired boy he had befriended sort of freaked her out, he seemed like a bit of a creep.
Her thinking had taken her to the front of the line rather quickly, and she took the little dosirak and bottled water, thanking the guard quietly as she walks away.
Her plans to sit alone were ruined, however, when someone shouts over to her.
" Hey, kid! 67!" She stops and glares at player 390, who is gesturing for her to come over. " I'm not a kid."
" Come sit with us! I want to talk to you!"
" Why?" She questions, her face showing her confusion. He tuts, standing up and walking over to her, wrapping a tight arm around her shoulders.
" Hey, stop being difficult, child." She pretty much accepts her fate, being sat down on the other side of him as he sits between her and player 456.
" For the record, I'm 24 years old, sir." She uses formalities, seeing no reason to really be rude to the guy anymore. She actually thought he was quite amusing.
" Yeah, yeah," He brushes her words off, as she takes the lid off of her lunch box and makes a noise of surprise.
It contained cooked white rice, fish sausage, a fried egg, kimchi, soy-braised black beans and dried anchovies.
" Hey, I used to eat like this in school." She points out, using her fork to mash everything up before popping the lid back on and beginning to shake the tin.
" Oh yeah, when was that? Three years ago?" 390 is frankly just teasing her now, and she scoffs, kicking his leg and listening to him wince.
Chinhwa takes a glance at the man sat on the other side of them, his expression thoughtful, and she feels a bit bad for him. Now, she knows he's trying to avoid history repeating itself. The thought of him starting off with 456 people and him losing all of them makes her want to wrap him up in bubble wrap. Poor guy.
