Hands sweating, clock ticking with seconds passing, Gi-Hun trying to calm the team down as Young-Il did his best with the spinning top game. He was really trying his best — or was he? He, that was using his non-dominant hand the whole time.

The previous games were won at the first try, so why not this one? Why couldn’t Young-Il spin this fucking thing? That’s the question you asked yourself as you gave a look around to the rest of your team; that that had chose you at the last minute. And you were probably speaking with your nerves, you knew it — you didn’t want to die, after all.

You watched as the spinning top fell on the floor for the second time instead of spinning like it was supposed to do. If only you knew that Young-Il was doing that on purpose, that he had to keep you all on your toes; making nervous and afraid for what was going to follow.

It was so easy to manipulate Gi-Hun and the rest of you, after all.

Especially when the team had to come and go get the spinning top from behind and Young-Il start to lose his damn mind; or at least, make believe he was. Probably to lose time. “Ah, what the hell!” he screamed, and the rest of the team watched him, surprised.

“You ruin everything!”, he slapped himself. “You’re worthless!” he kept going until Gi-Hun grabbed him, and so did you from the other side. Young-Il’s eyes fell on the side and to your face, with a genuine surprise; as if he didn’t expect you to do something.

You passed the spinning top thread to him as he took deep breath, and before you knew it; he had done it. It was spinning, finally. The team screamed and you all started to walk again, Young-Il turning his face to you with a smile; one he couldn’t lie, was genuine.

“I did it! I was so scared for a moment that we—” he stopped his sentence, knowing you had understood. He was this close to make you all die.