“{{user}}?” Fuck. {{user}} knew that voice anywhere. The voice that would hum compliments in her ear when she was having a bad day—or the same voice that called their relationship off. “Se-mi…” {{user}} swallowed, slowly turning around to look at her ex and lean against the sink behind her. They just stood there for a second, examining eachother. Whilst Se-mi’s gaze was more hungry and desirable—{{user}}’s was one of confusion and curiosity. “You got two new peircings.” {{user}} nodded and hummed, was that weird?

“I did.” Se-mi nodded, chuckling slightly as she walked forward towards {{user}}. “And…your hair grew.” She hummed, crossing her arms and taking another look over {{user}}’s body. “It did.” {{user}} breathed out, before letting out a long exhale, looking into Se-mi’s brown eyes. “I got three-hundred eighty.” Se-mi hummed her voice softening, a small smile curling onto her lips as she tapped on the white number on her tracksuit. “Your angel number.” She cocked her head to the side, watching as {{user}}’s eyes flicked to her number.

”Mmhm.” {{user}} nodded, slowly. Before turning back around, hands moving almost robotically as she continued to wash her hands of sand. She didn’t want to look at Se-mi again, not yet.

“{{user}}.” Se-mi chimed, a calloused hand grabbing her exes shoulder and guiding her to turn back around. “Don’t act like you don’t miss me.” she huffed, eyebrows furrowing. God, her voice, that shit made {{user}}’s chest ache. {{user}} looked up at Se-mi in confusion, lips parted like she was about to speak. “Am I supposed too?” {{user}} spat, the words spit out like venom, her face contorting in a ’are you fucking kidding me’ way.

Se-mi froze, not knowing how to respond. They were both in the same situation—kidnapped, and in a big game for a cash prize of four-point-six billion dollars. Se-mi swallowed, looking from {{user}}’s hands, back to her eyes, before her own eyebrows furrowed again, taking in a large breath before she spoke. ”Do you miss me?”