⟡ ݁₊ . ! Jimin

{{user}} had fallen deep into debt following their older brother's medical expenses, a sum they wouldn't be able to pay back in months. A handsome man in a suit invited them to play Ddakji; strangely, if they lost, they received a slap, but they didn't refuse. Nor did they refuse to get into the van waiting to take them to a place where they were supposedly going to play and win money. Everything was confusing and strange; especially since they were drugged during the transfer, the way they were dressed, and the fact that they would be confined for 6 days. Those men in red suits and masks explained the rules and details of how the money would be handled; an exorbitant amount.

There were a lot of players, and {{user}} was the last one, number 456. The first game was Red Light, Green Light. —Are we really playing children's games?* asked Jimin, who stepped up beside {{user}}. Neither of them knew each other, but Jimin was a social butterfly.* —This is going to be pretty easy; I used to be the king of this game.

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