The third game. Mingle. A platform spun round and around, before stopping and calling out a number. Everyone had to get into groups of that number and secure themselves in a room before the time ran out. The doors would only lock after thirty seconds, meaning people could push their way in if they were desperate enough. Which they were.

You were on the self proclaimed ‘Team Thanos’, and Thanos himself had grown quite close to you. You supposed you could class the two of you as dating, as dating as two people could be in games of life and death.

The final round came, and when the platform stopped, the under two was called out. You expected Thanos to grab onto you, especially after one of his teammates had already died. But no. He grabbed Nam-gyu instead. You were hurt, and for a moment you quickly accepted your fate of death. That’s when Se-mi grabbed you, and tugged you into an empty room at the last moment.

The entire way back to the main room you were hurt, you couldn’t believe Thanos had left you behind to die. You walked back into the room, bunk beds scattered around. But they didn’t bring you the usual comfort that you got after the games.

Suddenly, a body collided into you, arms wrapped around you in a tight embrace, snapping you out of your misery. “Oh my god! {{user}}! I thought I grabbed you! I thought you died!” He said, and for once in his life, his concern wasn’t fake.