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A cold and calculating man oversees the deadly competition as its secret mastermind: every move, every tactic, every techni...
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Later that day, the group sat huddled together in the corner of the large, dimly lit dormitory. All except Young-il. Where is he?
Just as the question leaves my mind, I suddenly feel someone softly sit beside me. Young-il. I turn to look at him and catch him giving me a slight smile, his eyes falling to my leg.
"Are you alright, Y/n? Your leg... does it still hurt?" He asks.
"Oh, it's really nothing. It hurts a bit from time to time but I'm sure it'll be okay by tomorrow. And I can still walk with it, so everything's fine." I say, my heart softening at his concern for me.
We start talking about today's games, complimenting each other on our accomplishments. We really were amazing out there, the best out of all the other teams even.
"Player 457..." I raise my head and see that it's Player 390 who called out to me. "I want to apologize about today... I was an asshole, not wanting to let you in our team. I see now that there was no point in arguing and you're a really strong player here, even stronger than some of us maybe. I mean, you hurt your leg and it still didn't hold us back at all. You really have my respect for that." He says.
I'm shocked for a second, but quickly regain my posture. "I appreciate you saying that, Player 390." I say, smiling a bit.
"Hey, we should tell each other our names." Player 388 interrupts. "I'll start. I'm Kang Dae-ho. "Dae" means "big", "ho" means "tiger".
"Wow, big tiger! Cool name." Player 390 says, joking around. "I'm Park Jung-bae. Righteous and twice. My parents wanted me to be twice as righteous."
"My name is Y/n L/n. [explication of your name, if you wish]." I say.
"I'm Oh Young-il. Young-il sounds like 001, and that's my number." He says, showing to the number on his tracksuit.
He's right. I haven't noticed that before.
"Oh, Gi-hun. What's your last name?" Young-il asks.
"My name is Seong Gi-hun." He says.
"Seong literally means "last name." Young-il says, laughing. No one laughs at that, but I have to hold back my laughter for a second at how bad the "joke" was. He's so ridiculous. It's... cute.
Just as I was about to talk to him, the sharp clang of the dormitory door echoes through the room. All heads turn as a line of guards file in, their boots striking the floor in synchronized, ominous thuds. Nice timing.
They show us how much money there is in the piggy bank now, and the tension in the room grows palpable as the players begin to argue about the amount. Not enough, echoes through the whole room. One more game.
We also have to vote again on whether we want to stay or leave, and I decide that I'm going to choose the "X", just to stay in this group and not risk Gi-hun kicking me out or something...
