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your only girl

synopsis — you see karina as your own personal aphrodite on earth—arguably even more alluring than the goddess herself—but you could never imagine her knowing that.

pairing — yoo jimin x fem!reader

genre — fluff, angst

warnings — one-sided pining(?), the infamous nail painting scenario, mostly just best friend!karina things (but y/n is horrendously down bad), kinda ambiguous ending

word count — 2.3k

notes — i finally did it…..after suddenly feeling the urge to write this for her, i came out with this 🙏 enjoy!

“what color do you want?” karina asked, fanning out her shimmering, ruby-painted nails. her gaze was glued onto her hands, pure satisfaction in her expression.

“whatever color you want, rina,” you responded, giggling through your words at her intentionally over-exaggerated awe towards her freshly colored nails. “i don’t mind.”

“ooh! okay,” karina clasped her hands together excitedly, tucking her long, shiny black hair behind her ear before digging through the nail polish bin beside her. “i’ll find the best color for you, just wait.”

you hummed in acceptance, staring down as you pressed your palms onto karina’s silky sheets. you silently envisioned different colors on your bare nails, the entire rainbow cycling through your head: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, then purple; all of them over, and over, and over again.

suddenly breaking your color-filled trance, you brought your eyes back up to karina, being met with her nauseatingly gorgeous side profile. you swallowed heavily, your cheeks heating up. instinctively, your hands met each other, taking turns wringing the other hand’s fingers.

there wasn’t a single ounce of makeup on her skin, yet she still had the face of a goddess. she radiated a type of energy that never failed to reel you in, it was like you were eternally hooked on her line. you thought she was above every standardly beautiful face; not even aphrodite could touch her.

“i think i found one,” karina announced, pulling out a thin bottle of shimmery, dull pink nail polish. she shook it gently between her index finger and thumb, smiling widely. “we can match!”

you smiled back at her, your heart pounding. “i have no complaints, that color’s so pretty!”

no amount of times you called something ‘pretty’ could equate to the amount of times you wished you could call her beautiful. even though you already found yourself saying it tons of times, you wanted to say it in contexts that weren’t just complimenting her pictures or makeup.

“even if you did have complaints, i’d still put this on you,” karina joked, beginning to prep the nail polish for painting. “it’s gonna look so good, promise!”

as much as you’d like to be, you weren’t even close to being the only one who thought karina was heaven sent. she was the type of girl that was adored by every passerby and classmate she came across; she was completely the type of girl to be the one you’d see first in a crowd of people.

you couldn’t even fully count the amount of admirers she had on two entire sets of hands. as far as you remembered, nearly every boy in your classes had their heart beating for her. valentine’s days for her were far beyond eventful, and the school’s dance seasons were even worse.

she got far more attention than you ever did, but you never minded; you could barely even care to recall admirers of your own. her attention was the only attention you had ever really wanted; she was enough. you never wanted to be her or be like her, you wanted to be with her.

“give me your hand, y/n,” karina spoke, interrupting your thoughts. she had her own hand out, palm up, patiently waiting for yours.

as soon as you reached your hand out to her, she took it into a gentle grip into her own soft, pretty hand. the pads of her fingers tickled your palm and the back of your hand, awkwardly trying to find the least awkward position to paint your nails. she extended your arm out a little bit more; assumedly for comfort while she worked.

she took the lid-brush out and carefully balanced the topless bottle on the sheets beside her, playing a dangerous game of ‘will it’ or ‘won’t it’ fall with the polish. you let your eyes linger on the bottle for a few seconds, monitoring it as karina carefully shifted in her spot.

“whatever! if it falls over, i can just have you help me wash the blankets,” karina giggles, eyes on your nails. she finally begins to paint the first coat, the cold feeling of the polish spreading through your finger.

you watched her watch your hand, admiring her in the same way everybody else does. you like to think that you do it better, but you know that you don’t. if you did, you knew that karina would have some sort of suspicion, and you didn’t want that.

as much as you didn’t want to be like everybody else, you wanted a special life with karina. you wanted to be what she considered to be her type; her standard. you wanted to be like the boys on the football team that she gawked over, swooning every time and time again. you wanted to be what she wanted, but you couldn’t.

“so, find any new crushes or anything?” karina pried, her voice gradually rising in pitch as she spoke. “you were talking about jaemin from physics earlier, what’s that about?”

you rolled your eyes, sighing at her. “no, nothing new, as per usual. jaemin’s not my type, either—and before you ask why, don’t! i’m just not into him!”

karina laughed and you soon followed her lead, trying your best to keep your hand still for her. she held the polish brush away from your hand as she laughed, but you didn’t want to smudge any of her work.

“so, what is your type, then?” karina settled down, her eyes following as she continued to paint. she was nothing near professional, but you’d pick her over picasso any day. “i don’t think you’ve ever really told me.”

“that’s because i don’t think i really even have one,” you lied, staring at your type right in front of you. “i thought you knew that?”

“well, yeah,” karina tilted her head down and back up, smiling awkwardly. “but, i mean, you can change your mind?”

“that definitely won’t happen anytime soon,” you laughed, and karina fake pouted. she looked up at you, and you could feel your heart skip a couple beats.

“i want to see you all lovey-dovey with someone!” karina gushed, leaning forward for dramatic effect. you laughed for what felt like the hundredth time. “it’s normal for people to want to see their best friend happy like that!”

she only wanted you in the way you didn’t want her to; friendly. you knew it was better than growing apart because of a potential confession from you, but you couldn’t stop your chest from burning every time she talked about someone else romantically. you wanted her to talk about you like that.

“i don’t know, rina,” you shook your head, speaking with purposely amplified uncertainty. “the time will come when it’ll come.”

there was a beat of silence before karina suddenly bursted out laughing, acting as if you said the greatest joke ever told. “wow! how beautifully spoken, y/n. who knew the time would come when it comes?”

you dropped your jaw, instantaneously hunching over to act offended. “hey, i was shakespeare’s ghostwriter in my past life!”

“yeah, right!” karina refuted, leaning forward as her laughter consumed her entire body. “you barely passed english last year!”

she struggled to get her words out as much as you struggled to process them. yours and her laughter was all that you were able to focus on, and it was almost like the pounding beat of your heart was completely inaudible. it was moments like this where you could almost forget how you felt—almost.

in the midst of her laughing fit, karina suddenly squeezed your hand, consequently snapping you back into the moment. your heartbeat rose back up to your throat, replacing your breathtaking laughter. you began to blink at karina slowly, feeling your skin heat up under her grip.

you watched her calm down as you internally did the complete opposite, feeling like you were bound to explode from the heat bubbling up inside your chest. karina put her “free” hand over her own chest, making sure she kept the nail brush away from her shirt.

“jesus christ,” karina breathed out, her last laughs fizzling out. “i swear, i can only laugh like this when i’m with you!”

“i’m not even that funny!” you grin widely, karina returning the smile without a second thought. “maybe the nail polish fumes got to you.”

“stop! you’re gonna make me laugh again,” karina whined, rolling her head back in faux annoyance. “i don’t know, i think it’s just your effect on me.”

you froze. you knew she didn’t mean it in the way you were interpreting it as, but hearing those words from her did something to you. your insides felt like they did a complete turnover, flipping the ‘in’ to the ‘out’ during the process.

“what are you talking about, now?” you questioned, trying your best to sound teasing instead of troubled.

karina shook her head, giving you a gentle smile before continuing to paint your nails. “you know how i like, love you more than life, right? i’m pretty sure that has something to do with it.”

you took a long pause before scoffing lightly, trying to choke down everything that was suddenly fighting to come up to the surface. “why so sentimental all of a sudden?”

karina didn’t respond, opting for finishing your first hand instead. aside from the occasional sniffle, she looked concentrated. her eyebrows were furrowed and her shoulders were tense; you would’ve thought time stopped for a second if it wasn’t for her lax painting.

karina bit her lip lightly, her mouth morphing into a small smile. “switch hands—be careful with the polish, though.”

she let go of your painted hand, and you simultaneously gave her your other one. you took a look at your freshly colored nails, satisfied with the way the pink looked on you. the shimmer was just right, as well, almost catching the light in the same way it caught karina’s eyes.

“you were right, rina. this color looks super nice,” you commented, in awe with your own hand. you weren’t sure if you were in love with the nails or the fact that karina was the one that painted them—probably both.

“what’d i tell you? you have to trust me!” karina scolded, a smile growing on her face for the millionth time. “it shouldn’t need a second coat, either; this polish is just perfect!”

you didn’t know how she could call something perfect when she herself was beyond it. “yeah, it is.”

karina began to repeat her nail-polishing cycle; reshaking the bottle, readying the brush, steadying the bottle on the sheets, adjusting your hand, then finally painting. it was a slow, peaceful minute of silence, letting you bask in the comforting presence of your best friend.

“you never answered my question,” you blurted out before you knew it, breaking the silence.

“what question?” karina mumbled, not completely present in the conversation.

you shook your head, already regretting what you said. “nothing, it doesn’t matter.”

“no, tell me,” karina insisted, glancing up at you then back down.

the watered-down mood would’ve felt uncomfortable to you, but since it was karina, you found yourself smiling. “i was just wondering why you suddenly got so sappy earlier.”

“oh, that,” you could see karina’s silent laugh, her shoulders bouncing lightly. “i don’t know, i just can’t help it; i feel so comfortable around you—i trust you more than anything, y/n.”

you felt a pang in your chest as soon as you heard the word trust; something you knew couldn’t apply to you at all. it felt so wrong; you were lying—keeping such a huge secret from her—yet you were allowed her unquestioned trust.

she lived out her life with you believing that all you thought of her was that of a best friend, but it was so much more. you knew how you felt, but you also knew you could never let karina find out. you practically betrayed her every day, but you didn’t think you could ever bring yourself to come clean to her—even if you knew she deserved it more than anything.

the best you could do was pretend—pretend you weren’t head-over-heels for the beautiful girl who called you her best friend; your only girl. the most you could do was try for her; you didn’t want to know what would happen if you didn’t. you did everything for her as much as you did it for yourself, but no matter who you did it for, the consequences were all the same.

“did that answer your question?” karina interrupted, bringing you out of your thoughts. she was looking up into your eyes now, her charmingly kind expression resting on her face.

“yeah, it did,” you responded shakily, nodding your head. to your relief, karina didn’t seem to notice your nerves, happily moving on to her next topic.

“okay, good!” she let go of your hand, and you almost tried to chase her touch as she pulled back, reluctantly settling for letting her slip away. she frantically picked up the open polish bottle then carefully screwed its top back on, looking straight at you. “i finally finished painting your nails; do you like them, or do you love them?”

she was almost too excited, her pure joy giving her a picture-perfect girlish look. her clear delight was infectious, subconsciously making you mirror her expression. you found it all too hard to not be overly captivated by her, and this time around, you didn’t even think about fighting it. you couldn’t even look at your nails; all you saw was her.

“i absolutely love them,” you admitted, your eyes only seeing karina.

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woonhakist · 6 months

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SO GOOD!

8turn and dangan be like doing big things and X.X-cel G RRAHH IM SO PUMPED TO SEE HPW THIS PLAYS OUT when u told me ur idea for this a lightbulb lit up in me and its been getting brighter and rn its abt to burst cuz IM SO EXCITED 😈😈😈😈

the minkkuma insert is so silly ik its just black pink in ur area monokuma but im just imagining ur head on the body of a black and pink monokuma body and i think that makes the story better

ik for a fact these kills/executions r gonna churn my heart like crazy like living in a world where any 8turnie is dead is not a world id wanna live in like goodbye im pulling a spiderverse and going to a different timeline fuck that

reading this gave me the chills like all the descriptions were so good and detailed and it rlly captured the OMInous dangan vibe YESSSS!!! ur gonna eat all this up ik it for a FACT like i dont even have to check it …. SORRY 127!

IM SOOOOO READY FOR THIS AND IK ITS NOT GONNA DISAPPOINT AT ALL CUZ ITS WRITTEN BY U! cheers to an omi comeback 🥂

𓂃 8TURN: OUR EUPHONY

in which nine students become locked away with zero escape, no idea of their past memories or what the outside world has to offer for them. trapped, with the only way out being to kill one another. there's just one rule, don't get caught.

SETTINGS mentions of killing in graphic detail (obviously). WC 3.0k

00: welcome to eternal academy

walls enclosed the remains of the room, creating a tight vacuum seal around what was once your own body. stirring awake from your forced slumber, the unrecognizable interior only added to the sum of your confusion. the desk where your head had just rested upon was warm, a contrast from the frigid temperature you felt from the goosebumps on your arm.

a simple gaze around made you aware of the trophy cases leaning against the wall closest to you,. it was crowded with shiny medals and prizes with a label you perceived from afar. your figure stuttered as the heels of your chair suddenly squeaked against the floor, granting you room to wiggle away from the desk.

dragging your tired feet, you approach the case to analyze it further, not believing your eyes quite yet, still drowning in sleep. a golden plaque caught your attention first, engraved with the words ‘most prized academy across the world, eternal academy.’

the air was knocked out of your lungs upon your moment of realization, swallowing down the rest of your shock nervously. you were currently cooped up in eternal academy, home of the ultimates. there was not much of an explanation for if you were wrong, so believing in these whereabouts was the best option you had.

eight students had been scouted recently for their progressing talents, assuming to peak in their highschool years, with the exception of a lucky ninth. in this scenario, you were that lucky ninth. you would be more anxious if you knew exactly what was going on. maybe it was a trick, a custom that was special to this school.

kidnapping students and placing them in a random area? you quickly ignored the stupidity of that idea, more worried about the idea of escaping.

you walked over to the tall door on the opposite end, rattling the doorknob slightly . it didn’t crack immediately, requiring a little bit of strength. using the palm of your opposite hand to push, the door opened, introducing a long hallway with other unexplored rooms. the silence could be sliced smoothly with a butter knife, yet before you could hear your own thoughts, the sound of footsteps crowded your ears.

peering around the corner came a boy with dark black hair and blue bangs, eyes lighting up after seeing a warm body.

“h– hey ! are you okay?” the boy yells from across the way, rushing to approach you.

“i think?” you question yourself, still unsure on the status of your emotions, “do you have any idea about what’s going on here?”

finally face to face with you, the boy takes a moment to catch his breath, “i have no clue exactly, but i’m so glad there’s another person here.”

“me too. i just woke up in that room right there, and to be honest, i’m still feeling a little tired.” you frown, rubbing the side of your arm in an attempt to battle the cold.

“i woke up not too far from here, just around the corner. my name is lee seungheon, by the way!” he bows slightly, holding out a hand to you.

you take it gratefully before introducing yourself as well, “my name is y/n, i should’ve introduced myself first.”

“no worries, i’d understand if you’re a bit shaken up, this situation is really weird.” he reassured you, “the only thing i remember before this is coming to eternal academy for the orientation.”

“right!” you gasped, “that’s also what i last remember doing. i’m here as the lottery student– or i guess ultimate lucky student?”

“i heard about that, this school has never done something like that before. i guess we’ll be seeing each other in the halls after we find out what’s going on?”

“maybe we will, though i’m not sure how all of it works, i’ll figure it out sooner or later. this school is huge.”

“and mysterious, apparently. oh i’m the ultimate rapper by the way, it slipped my mind and i almost forgot what i’m good at.” he laughed apprehensively.

“sounds cool, but i don’t blame you.” you smile fondly, “let’s walk around for a bit and maybe we’ll find some other people?”

“let’s go that way, i already looked around the area i was coming from.”

you nod at seungheon in agreement, letting him lead the way in front of you. the atmosphere felt a lot less suffocating with another person by your side, making you glad that you had met him in such dire conditions.

as you walked down the hallway, you noted how it was spacious and well - lit, with high ceilings and pristine marble floors that gleam under the soft, warm lighting. portraits of notable alumni lined the walls, each one a symbol of achievement and success.

a familiar thought in the back of your mind resurfaced. the idea that if you weren’t trapped in such an odd circumstance, maybe you could appreciate coming here a little more. would you be just as significant and important as the figures on these walls?

“do you think that we’re supposed to go to the spot where the orientation was meant to be held?” you think out loud.

seungheon stops in his tracks for a moment before turning to you, “you’re completely right! what if we’re late?” he begins to panic, causing you to place a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“we’re fine, they can’t blame us anyways. this is all so uncanny.” you mumble, “if i remember correctly, the meetup destination is in the gym.”

“the gym? i’m not going to pretend like i know where that is, do you know?” he furrows his eyebrows.

“i guess this is the part where i take an educated guess…” you dart your head around you, searching for any sign or determining factor. casting a brief look around the intersection, you point at a bright, scarlet colored double door. “let’s try there!”

the two of you hurried towards it, each taking one of the handles in your hand. exchanging a glance, you did a mental countdown before creaking open the door. a sliver of light shone through the crack, only gradually getting brighter until you could finally see what was inside.

rows of chairs were neatly arranged, facing a stage at the front. each chair is meticulously placed, forming a sea of an unsettling red color. the gym floor is polished to a shine, and the walls are adorned with banners and posters, proudly displaying the words ‘welcome to eternal academy.’

seven heads shot in your direction, an uncomfortable tension flowing towards you and seungheon. you gently shut the door you came through, letting yourselves into the vast gym. from the small crowd, a voice spoke, echoing against the walls.

“are you the last two people that are supposed to be here?” his voice was calm, but his face looked cold.

“oh ah– i believe so. that makes nine of us, doesn’t it?” you stammer, feeling uneasy with all these eyes on you.

“great! we were all just getting to know each other before the orientation started!” a more cheerful voice announces from behind waving at you to go talk to him.

you quickly acknowledged the remaining students prior to speaking to this new face, with a shy seungheon following closely behind you. “hello, what’s your name?”

“i’m cho yoonsung, the ultimate moodmaker!” he beamed in an extremely friendly manner, “i hope we can get to know each other well.”

“moodmaker? that’s such an interesting ultimate.” seungheon notes, more intrigued than ever.

“i know, right? my goal is to brighten everyone’s mood a little bit, since that’s always what i’ve been good at.” he pouts, “though i don’t remember exactly how i woke up here, i don’t want anyone else to worry.”

“you’re awfully upbeat for being in a kidnap scenario.” you quirk an eyebrow, but yoonsung only smiles in response.

“people always say i’m upbeat in every scenario, i guess i can’t really help it all that much.” tells you before being interrupted by another boy with glasses coming up behind him.

“hey, you guys are the final two of the bunch! i’m yang minho, it’s nice to meet you both.” he says, wrapping an arm around yoosung's shoulder.

“oh, hi! it’s nice to meet you too. since we’re sharing ultimates, what’s yours?”

minho scratches the back of his neck, hesitating before he shared his talent with you, “i’m the ultimate swindler.”

“is that just a fancy way to say you’re good at deceiving people?” seungheon asks innocently.

“something of the sorts, but you can trust that i’m not lying.” his outward demeanor seemed friendly, convincing you that he couldn’t be as bad as his ultimate sounded. after all, no one can necessarily control what traits they’re born with.

“um, so– have you guys spoken to the rest of the people in the gym?” you wondered, “it seemed a bit tense once seungheon and i got here.”

“we’ve made small talk here and there, enough to know everyone's names and ultimates at least. you should go see for yourself.” yoonsung suggests.

“then i’ll go introduce myself to the rest of the people. you can join me if you’d like, seungheon.”

“go without me, i’ll hang in tight for a bit with yoonsung and minho.”

immediately embarking on your mini-mission, you advance towards two people sitting nearby. as you walk closer, you take into account the ipad they both seem to be looking at. clearing your throat, you attempt to gain their attention.

“ah, hi! my name is y/n, the ultimate lucky student. what’s your guys’ names?” you announce awkwardly, waiting for them to look up at you.

“yungyu, you’re seriously not good at this game at all, you made me lose my spot!” one of them complains.

“dude, you’re the one with the natural born talent. plus, there’s no checkpoint!” the other one whined, urging you to feel like you might’ve interrupted something.

“don’t mind yungyu, it’s kind of hard to surpass the ultimate gamer when you can only play basketball.” he teases.

“jaeyun, can you actually choke?” the boy supposedly named yungyu told him, “anyways, sorry, we were just playing a game. how’s it going, y/n?”

“it’s definitely going. i just wanted to get to know everyone else a little before the orientation started.” you confess.

“well, it’s good to meet you then.” jaeyun reaches out to shake your hand respectfully.

after pulling away, you look around to see the remainder of people in the gym. there were only a couple more people you didn’t recognize, yet one caught your eye for a little longer, “have you guys met that boy over there?”

“the one with the suit or the one that looks like a wizard?” yungyu looks in the direction you’re hinting at.

“the one with the suit.”

“oh, yeah. that’s jung haemin, he’s the ultimate prince.” jaeyun teaches you, “his demeanor seems cold, but i’m sure he’s not that bad.”

“how bad could he be if he’s friends with the harry potter doppelganger?” yungyu kidded, “but when i talked to him, he was a little bit rude.”

“good to know, then.” you looked over at haemin once more, accidentally making eye contact that sent shivers down your spine. deciding it was best not to approach him, you averted your gaze swiftly.

before you knew it, another boy was approaching your group, flicking his hands like he had just washed them, “the bathrooms are kind of ominous, don’t you guys think?”

“i haven’t been yet, who are you?” you ask politely.

“ji myungho, ultimate all - rounder.”

“jeez, that sounds like all the ultimate talents combined…” you say, feeling overwhelmed, “that’s cool!”

“thank you, but it’s nothing really!” myungho began to feel shy, taking a seat next to jaeyun, “you must be the student that got in through lottery, congrats by the way.”

“does being an all - rounder come with psychic ability?” you remarked, sitting down as well.

“the magician never tells his secret, but maybe that’s kyungmin’s job.”

“kyungmin?”

suddenly, a spotlight flickers to life in the center of the stage before you can get an answer, and a mechanical whirring sound resonates through the chamber. everyone dies down into silence, including yourself, the room dimming down to emphasize the light in the middle. anxiety washed over you within seconds.

from the darkness emerges a towering figure, an unsettling amalgamation of a cute teddy bear and a menacing robotic presence. its body is half black, half pink, with a giant red eye for a right eye and a malevolent grin etched onto its face.

the bear approached a microphone stand, planting it’s paw on top of the head to check for volume, “testing, testing! alright let’s get things rolling!”

“what the actual fuck is that?” jaeyun muttered under his breath.

as the bear steps into the light, the room is bathed in a red glow, casting eerie shadows across the walls. the bear's mechanical voice, at once cheerful and malevolent, fills the room. it speaks with an unsettling sing - song tone, a stark contrast to the gravity of the situation.

“ah ah ah! do you kiss your mother with that mouth, gamer boy?” the squeaky voice talked back, “it’s rude to strangers, let alone your headmaster!”

“headmaster? really?” you heard haemin scoff from a couple seats behind you, “you must be joking.”

“that’s right, your fluffy, cuddly, super amazing headmaster, minkkuma!”

“this could not get any weirder…” you think out loud, looking over at seungheon and sharing a concerned expression.

“dear, i’m under the firm belief that things can always get weirder.” minkkuma laughed, “welcome, class of two thousand one hundred, to your orientation for eternal academy!”

“two thousand… one hundred?” you all said unanimously.

“you caught me! such a gifted pair of students we have, too bad there isn’t more of you!” minkkuma frowns, “but two thousand one hundred is only an estimate, i’m sure you’ll start dropping like flies sooner or later.”

“what the hell is that supposed to mean?” minho shouts, getting slightly agitated.

“it is the schools duty to house you all for the rest of your lives. ” minkkuma paused, “but don’t look so down! while there is no physical way to escape from the confines of eternal academy, there’s always an alternative!”

“all i’m hearing is words coming out of your mouth! why are we here and how do we get out?” seungheon shouted angrily.

“kill.” minkkuma states blankly, “stabbing, strangling, bludgeoning, crushing, hacking, drowning, igniting—how you do it doesn’t matter. you must kill someone if you want to leave, it’s as simple as that.

the room trembles with the weight of those ominous words, and the expressions on the faces of the assembled group shift from unease to sheer terror. kill?

“come on now, just tell us something fun about the school and how we’re going to have a great time here.” yungyu seethed, “that’s what orientation is for, right?”

“i’m sure your time will be splendid! you have all the living materials to stay here for the rest of your life,

but if you really can’t handle it, just make sure you don’t get caught spilling blood.” minkkuma bubbled.

“no one in their right mind would ever kill…” the boy alongside haemin said, presumably being kyungmin, the one person you did not meet yet.

“i’ll choose to ignore that, because one of you skeptics definitely will. i can assure all of you that this is far from a joke.”

a pervasive sense of anxiety and paranoia begins to seep into the group. everyone starts to eye each other with suspicion, wondering who among them might become a perpetrator in this killing game. friendships formed earlier now seem fragiler and fragiler, as no one can be sure who to trust.

some of the individuals begin to panic, their breathing quickening, and their hearts racing. their faces contort with fear, and they clench their fists or clutch their chests as they grapple with the horrifying reality of their predicament.

“i bet your brain juices are leaking like a faucet! the feeling of hope could soon be executed into being an inescapable despair one murder later.”

“this is fucking sick.” minho gripped tightly onto yoonsung’s shoulder, while he on the other hand looked like he was about to vomit.

“sick? you think this is sick? don’t flatter me, minho, you’re just my student!” minkkuma giggled, “this deafening tension is music to my ears.”

“don’t play with me, you stupid bear!” minho yells.

“playing is for children, yet from this point forward you guys will only grow, exceeding much more than what you thought you were capable of.” minkkuma commented, “and as a welcoming gift, i have digital student handbooks for all of you! these hold all of the regulations in detail, as well as the mapping of the school. isn’t that just fun?”

“how can we be having fun right now after all you’d just told us?” yoonsung cried.

“don’t be such a debby - downer! aren’t you supposed to be the ultimate moodmaker?” minkkuma’s smile only got devastatingly larger, mocking yoonsung.

“anyone wouldn’t be themselves after being trapped with no free will.” myungho added.

“who said anything about not having free will? i just implied that you guys couldn’t get out of here to see the outside world! doesn’t mean i’ll cuff you up and force you to live off of raisins i picked off the ground, that’s kind of illegal.”

“are you really trying to bring legality into this?” you sneered, “i want to go home.”

“home is right around the corner! your dormitories are mapped in your handbook, and each one has a cute little nameplate made by me! i hope you find these living arrangements up to par.” minkkuma reported, pointing his little paw in wherever direction, “and that just about wraps up the ceremony, hm? you’ll all live here for eternity unless someone kills and doesn’t get caught. then the rest of you die. simple simple simple simple!”

with one last goodbye, your so - called headmaster disappears, leaving everyone in a pile of their own mushy confusion. the announcement that minkkuma made had casted a dark cloud over your lives, and the straining in the room serves as a constant reminder that you are all now trapped in a deadly game where trust is in short supply, and survival is the only goal.

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