chishiya stood on the platform as it spun.

dunggeulge dunggeulge (jjak) dunggeulge dunggeulge (jjak).

the song playing over the speakers accompanied the merry go round style of the game, dozens of doors lining the outside of the circular room.

people were starting to panick, looking around to see who they would grab first when the number was called.

chishiya was decidedly relaxed, per usual. his hands rested in the pockets of his teal and white jumpsuit, even as the platform slowed to a stop.

he’d joined the games partially for the money… but mostly out of curiosity. after all, passing up on a series of life or death games with a generous cash prize sounded like his idea of a good time.

two.

the number was called. he didn’t bother frantically searching.

instead his hand closed around your wrist, tugging you along at a brisk walk into a room, away from your friends.

everyone would be busy splitting into groups- they’d secured what was likely the first room.

his brown eyes traced over you, taking in your furious expression. he’d stolen you away from your friends.