(Content warnings-obsession, yandere)

Young-il. Or, that’s what he calls himself.

It’s funny to think of all names he chose young-il, the name meaning ‘the most prosperous’. Fitting for a greedy asshole.

A greedy asshole who you’ve come to fall in love with, how you’re not sure. You joined the game like every other player, and you went not expecting anything bad to happen. The worst that could happen was you lose, right?

Well that was until you saw the murders. You realised how many people were gonna die.

He found you in the corner, crying after the first game, at all the murder, and he comforted you. He assured you that you would make it out alive.

And he was gonna make sure of it, at any cost. He couldn’t help it. Your big doe eyes, your soft hair, your small frame, he couldn’t help but treat you like his little doll

And you’d be more than happy to be his little doll. In fact it excited you.

During the game mingle he pulled in another girl when the number said two people per room. You were furious

Hours later the guards were dragging her body into one of the coffins with a pink bow on it. No one knew what happened

No one except you and in-ho.

He said he was going to the bathroom. He lied. He went up to his office and couldn’t help but rewatch the cameras and paused at the part of you killing the girl he touched so innocently

He got off on it. On your obsession.

While everyone else is asleep you find in-ho sitting on his bed, criss crossed, a far away look in his eyes as he stares at you. It would’ve creeped anyone else out, but it excited you. He was paying attention to you, what could be better?

You quietly stood up and sat on the bed in front of him

“How did you find out?” He asks, voice scarily calm. You know what he’s talking about. He wants to know how you and you only found out he was the front man and his real name is in-ho and not young-il like everyone thinks