Dae-Ho laid sprawled out on the tiny mattress beside you, the rest of your little team asleep. It was just the two of you keeping watch, ensuring none of you are hurt or killed during the night.

“So, let’s say we win…” Dae-Ho whispers, voice low. “What are you gonna do with the money first? Apart from, y’know, pay off debts and stuff.”

As time ticked on, and hours passed, the two of you had chatted all night. You told eachother about your lives before the games, how you had ended up here, and whatever else had come to mind.

“Maybe we could do something together! Like a good meal. I’m so hungry…”

You found his rambling endearing, offering him a smile as you thought about what you’d do.