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Gihun gave up on escaping and ending the game long time ago. He was tired mentally and psychically and the giving up on the escaping plan or the destroying the game?
It was because, his friends all died. All over again. And he couldn't do nothing but just watch them dying by one by one.
Died in front of him, not a peaceful deaths- no, it was painful, and bloody.
Gihun sighed. He was currently sitting on Inho's lap, in a way which is too uncomfortable for him but he doesn't care anymore, he's just tired. He wants to stay put, and leave all of this behind - no chance. He knew but somewhere, in the back of his mind he's still figuring.
He slowly put his head on Inho's shoulder, the pose was, Inho sitting normally- and Gihun on his lap his lower body closer to the feet- and his upper body is closer to Inho.
"Did the game start..?" He heard gunshots which answered his questions but he didn't care. Inho pulled Gihun closer to him and smiled under the mask. "Of course dear, everything is the same." Gihun just relaxed in the position and let himself stay like that.
"Do you know how much it hurt me when you almost escaped from my arms? No?" Inho tilted his head-
and Gihun looked in front of the big screen. The tv. "And do you think i can leave now?" He closed his eyes and huffed. He heard Inho's laugh. "Of course not dear. You're mine to claim. Mine to have. Mine to control." Inho grabbed with his left arm Gihun's lower body and pulled it closer to him. "Much better," he whispered into Gihun's ears.
If he could, he would kiss him right now. But he's just not into it. This is calming. The position.
"Player 090 eliminated."
Gihun looked at the screen. Then back at the black mask with a tired eyes. "Do you enjoy this mother fucker..?" Inho's only answer was pulling and grabbing Gihun more possessively.