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Two college enemies decide to pretend to date each other to make their crushes jealous. It starts off as a plan, nothing serious—just acting.
But as they spend more time together, things begin to change.

2 days ago | [YT] | 13

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Last part


A month passed.


And still— no sign of him. Y/N searched everywhere.
Seoul felt smaller with each passing day, yet somehow… he was nowhere to be found.
Every street reminded her of him.
Every crowded place made her eyes scan unconsciously—

hoping.
Waiting.
But Jungkook never appeared.
Eventually, exhaustion caught up with her.


Not just physical— but emotional.
So she went back. Back to Busan.
Back to the place that once felt like home.
Her mother welcomed her with warmth.
Her sister with excitement.


And for the first time in weeks— Y/N smiled without forcing it. She bought gifts. Chocolates.
Small things that filled the house with laughter again.
She helped around.
Cooked.
Talked.
Tried to live.


But even then— a part of her was still searching.
One afternoon, she took her sister out to a big market. Bustling. Lively. Colorful.
Full of life.


And that’s when— everything stopped. Her steps slowed. Her breath hitched.

There—
parked by the side— a sleek black Mercedes.


And leaning against it— him. Black coat. Black glasses. Calm. Untouchable. Like he belonged to a completely different world. Y/N froze.
Her heart started racing uncontrollably.
It was him.
She found him.


“eonni, come na!” her sister called from behind.
But Y/N didn’t hear her.
Couldn’t.
Her eyes were locked on him.

And then— he looked up.

Even behind the glasses— she knew. He was looking at her.


Slowly— he removed them. And that was it. Y/N ran. She didn’t think. Didn’t stop. Didn’t care about anything else.


She crashed into him— wrapping her arms tightly around him. Soft sobs escaped her as she held onto him like she had been holding her breath this entire time.

“I was looking for you…” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Everywhere… in Seoul… you were nowhere…”

Jungkook didn’t hug her back immediately.
He just stood there for a moment.

Then slowly— his arms wrapped around her.
“I know,” he said.
She froze.
“I know you were looking for me.”
Her brows furrowed as she pulled back slightly, confusion mixing with relief.
“Then why didn’t you come?”
Jungkook placed his hands on her shoulders.
Firm.
Serious.
“Because…” he said slowly, “…you didn’t recognize me.”


Her breath hitched.
“What?”
He looked straight into her eyes.
“Look closely, Y/N.”
And she did.
Something shifted.
Something familiar.


Something buried deep— surfacing. Those eyes.
She knew them.
Her lips parted slightly.
“…you—”
“I was the one,” Jungkook said before she could finish. “Who gave you that card.”
Silence.
Her world tilted.
“No…” she whispered.
“Yes.”
Her hands dropped from his shoulders.
Her steps moved back.
Slow.
Unsteady.
“It was you…?” her voice trembled.
Jungkook nodded.
“The whole game…” he continued calmly, “was mine.”
Her chest tightened.
“The money you all have now…” he added, “…it’s mine too.”


Y/N couldn’t speak. Couldn’t process.


Everything— the pain. the fear.


the loss— It all came rushing back.
“eonni… who is he?” her sister’s voice broke through.
Jungkook’s expression softened slightly as he bent down.
“Hello, Yuri.”
Y/N’s eyes widened again.
He knew her name too.
“Let’s talk somewhere else,” he said, straightening up.


And soon— it was just the two of them.
Standing near a quiet pond.
The world calmer.


But their hearts— anything but. Jungkook exhaled slowly. “I had everything,” he began. “From the start.”
His gaze drifted to the water.
“I was born rich. Saw the world early. Had opportunities people dream of.”
A pause.
“But that’s when I realized something…”
He looked at her again.
“Not everyone gets that.”
Y/N stayed silent.
Listening.
“So I created the game,” he said.
Her jaw tightened instantly.
“To help people,” he continued. “And… yes. For entertainment too.”
Her anger flared.
“You think that justifies it?” she snapped, her voice rising. “You traumatized people! You made them think they were dying—losing everything—”
Jungkook lowered his head slightly.
“…you’re right.”
The words surprised her.
“But listen,” he added.
His voice steadier now.
“Money given easily… loses value.”


Y/N frowned.
“I had privileges,” he continued. “But what I built… my company… my success…”
He looked at her directly.
“I built that myself.”


His tone wasn’t arrogant.
It was honest.
“I worked for it. Day and night. I know what it means to earn something.”
Silence.
“So why should I just give everything away?” he asked quietly. “To people who might see it as luck?”
Y/N didn’t answer.
“They survived,” he continued. “They fought. They felt the cost of life… of death…”
A pause.
“And now they’ll value what they have.”
Her anger softened—
but didn’t disappear.
“They died in front of me,” she said quietly. “All of them.”


Jungkook chuckled softly.
“You ask a lot of questions.”
She glared.
He raised his hands slightly.
“Alright.”


“The gunshots weren’t real,” he explained. “They were injections—designed to make them unconscious instantly. The blood… was artificial.”
Her eyes widened.
“And the bridge…” he continued, “there was a safety net beneath. No one actually fell to their death.”
Y/N stood still.
Processing.
“No one died,” he said softly.
Her breath slowed.


Everything…
was real.
But not in the way she thought.
Jungkook stepped closer.
“Are you still angry with me?”
She looked at him.
Long.
Carefully.
Then shook her head slightly.
“I still don’t agree with what you did.”
A pause.
“But… if everyone’s alive…”
Her voice softened.
“…then it’s okay.”


Then— she looked away. “So… what about us?” she asked quietly. “Was that… part of your entertainment too?”
Jungkook laughed.
Light.
Real.
He gently flicked her forehead.
“Ah—!” she whined, holding it.
“That’s not fair!”
He smiled.
“You forgot something.”
She blinked.
“I told you,” he said softly, stepping closer. “I fell for you… before the game.”
Her eyes widened.
The memory hit her.
“Oh…”



Before she could react—


he leaned in— and kissed her. Soft. Quick, But enough to make her freeze completely.
He pulled back, laughing lightly.
“Stop making that face. You look funny.”
She pouted instantly.
“That’s not fair, Jungkook…”


He chuckled— and pulled her into a hug.
Warm.
Safe.
Familiar.


And just like that.

after everything.
after fear, loss, confusion, and truth— They found their way back. To each other.


And that’s where the story finally— came to an end.

2 days ago | [YT] | 12

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Part - 13

The world didn’t feel the same anymore. Not after everything. Days passed.
Quietly.
Slowly.
Almost painfully.


Y/N stayed inside most of the time.
Her room felt both comforting and suffocating at once. The same walls, the same bed, the same life she once knew… but now, everything carried a strange emptiness.


Her phone would light up sometimes. Notifications. Messages. That money. Still there. Untouched.
An amount so big it could change her life. Fix everything.

Give her everything she once thought she needed.
But now— it meant nothing.
Because the one thing she wanted— wasn’t something money could ever bring back.


Jungkook. His voice lingered in her mind.
His laugh.
His touch.

The way he looked at her— like she was enough. Like she was everything. And the way he left. For her. A week passed like that.
In silence.
In memories.
In tears that came without warning.


Until one morning— she decided. She couldn’t stay like this. She had to move. Breathe. Live. Even if it felt wrong. Even if it felt incomplete. So she stepped out.

The world outside was normal. Too normal. People walking. Talking. Laughing. Living. Like nothing had happened. Like no one had died.


Her feet carried her unconsciously— to the place she knew best. The restaurant. The smell of food hit her the moment she got closer. Warm. Familiar. Real.


And then— she saw it. Her steps slowed. Her breath caught.

Right outside—
sitting casually—


was someone. Eating a bowl of ramen. Completely immersed.
Eyes closed.
No tension.
No fear.
Just him.
And his food.


Y/N’s eyes widened. Her lips parted. “No way…” Her heart started racing. It couldn’t be. But it was. She rushed forward. Almost stumbling in her steps.
And stopped right beside him.
The person lifted his chopsticks, a bundle of noodles mid-air—


about to take a bite— when he suddenly froze.
Slowly— he looked up. Their eyes met. Time stopped. “Taehyung…?”


The chopsticks slipped slightly from his grip.
He choked on his food, coughing lightly as his eyes widened in pure shock.


He pointed at her, his hand trembling slightly.
“Y/N…?”
She nodded.
Still in disbelief.
Still trying to process.


And then— he stood up so fast the chair scraped loudly behind him.


Before she could even react— he pulled her into a tight hug. “So it was real!” he shouted, his voice loud, unfiltered, almost crazy with emotion. “You’re real—the game was real—everything was real!”
Y/N blinked, overwhelmed, before lightly hitting his shoulder.


“Calm down—!” But even she couldn’t stop the small smile breaking through her tears.
After a moment, they pulled back, both still trying to process what was happening.
Taehyung ran a hand through his hair, letting out a breathless laugh.

“I thought I lost my mind,” he said. “When I woke up, my mom said I made some investment… and suddenly I had all that money in my account.”
He shook his head, still in disbelief.
“I thought maybe… it was just a dream.”

“But I remembered everything,” he added softly. “Every second.”
Y/N listened quietly.
Her heart pounding again.


“And then I remembered…” Taehyung continued, his voice dropping slightly, “…I died.”
He let out a small, awkward chuckle.
Like he didn’t know how to process that fact.



And that’s when— it hit her. Her eyes widened again. “Wait…” Taehyung looked at her. “That means…” her voice trembled slightly, hope slowly building, “…everyone who was in the game…”
“…is alive?” he finished, his own eyes lighting up.
Silence.

Then— realization. Hope. Bright. Sudden. Unstoppable. “I never tried to find anyone,” Taehyung admitted, scratching the back of his neck. “I really thought it was just a… really messed up dream.”
He laughed lightly.


But Y/N— she didn’t laugh. Because her heart was already running ahead. “If you’re here…” she whispered, “…then the others must be too.”


And just like that— they decided. To find them. The next two days felt like a different kind of mission. Not survival. Not fear. But hope.
They searched everywhere.


Metro stations.
Malls.
Cafés.
Streets.
Any place where life existed.


Until suddenly— something clicked. “Jimin and Hoseok…” Y/N said quickly, her eyes lighting up. “They wanted to open a dance academy.”
Taehyung snapped his fingers. “Right!”


And just like that— they searched. And found it. A small but lively dance studio. Music echoing from inside.
Energy.
Life.

They stepped in— and froze.

Jimin and Hoseok— laughing. Teaching. Alive.

The reunion— was chaos. Tears. Laughter. Disbelief.

Then Yoongi— in a music studio. Calm. Focused. Exactly where he belonged.


Jin— at a hospital. Sitting beside his mother. Relieved. At peace.

Namjoon— in a quiet bookstore. Surrounded by pages instead of pain.


One by one— they found everyone. Alive.
Safe.
Living.
Each of them had the money they were meant to receive.
As if the game had ended differently for all of them.

As if— death had been rewritten. It felt impossible. Unreal. Beautiful.


And yet—it was real. They were all there. Together again.


All— except one. Y/N stood still, her eyes scanning the crowded street as the others talked around her, laughed, caught up on everything they had lost.


But her heart— was somewhere else. Searching. Waiting. For him. Jungkook.
The one person she wanted to see the most.
The one who gave up everything.


The one who chose her— even at the end. Everyone was here. Everyone had come back. So why wasn’t he?

To be continued ~

3 days ago | [YT] | 27

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Sorry for the delay 😭😭
but here is the part -12 😇


The moment stretched—thin, fragile—right before the end.
The guards had already turned, already begun to lead them out.
But Y/N didn’t move. “Jungkook.” Her voice stopped him.

He turned back Slowly.
She stepped closer, her fingers trembling just slightly as she reached for his hand.


For a second, he just looked at her— confused.
Then— she gently lifted his hand and began wiping the blood off his fingers… using the edge of the bedsheet beside them.
Careful.
Quiet.


Like none of this was strange.
Like none of this was terrifying. Her touch was soft.
Grounding.

“I hope…” she whispered, her eyes lowered as she focused on cleaning his hand, “…this time you choose yourself, Jungkook.” He froze.


Her words didn’t sound heavy. But they landed like something permanent. Before he could respond— she let go. And walked ahead.

He stood there for a moment longer.
Still.

Thinking, Trying to understand what she meant.
And then— he followed. They were taken to a new place. Different from everything before. No colors.
No distractions.


Just a wide, flat surface… stretching out beneath a massive wall.
High.
Cold.
Unforgiving.


They were led to the top. The height made the air feel thinner.

Below— nothing but darkness. “Final game rules will now be announced.”
The voice echoed. “In order to win… one must survive.”
“Push your opponent off the platform.”
Silence.
“Only one player will leave.”


The words didn’t need repeating. They understood. A sharp sound cut through the air. The timer began.
20:00
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.


The countdown started moving backward. Slow. Cruel. Unstoppable. For a moment— neither of them moved. The wind brushed past them lightly, carrying a strange stillness with it.


Then— Y/N stepped closer. Jungkook swallowed hard, his chest rising unevenly.She reached for his hand again.


This time— he didn’t hesitate. “Jungkook…” she called softly. He nodded. A small, broken sound leaving him. “Hmm…” She looked at him.
Really looked at him.
Like she was memorizing everything.
“I love you.”


The words came out gently. But they hit harder than anything else. Jungkook’s breath caught. “I didn’t expect to find anything here…” she continued, her voice trembling slightly. “But this game… it did one good thing.”


A faint, sad smile touched her lips. “It showed me… that someone like you exists.” Her fingers tightened slightly around his. “Someone who would risk everything… without thinking twice.”


Her voice softened. “For me.” Tears filled her eyes. “So this time…” she whispered, “…choose yourself.”
He stared at her. Shaken.


“You deserve to live,” she said. “You deserve the money… the life… everything.” Before she could step

back—
before she could distance herself— Jungkook pulled her in. And kissed her. Not hesitant. Not unsure. Desperate. Deep. Like he was pouring everything he had into that one moment.


Y/N didn’t resist. Didn’t pull away. She let him. Let him take the lead. Let him hold her like this was the only thing left in the world.


The kiss stretched— longer than time itself.
Until finally— he broke it. Their foreheads rested together. Their breaths uneven. Mixed. Close.
“Idiot…” he whispered softly. She blinked slightly.
“Do you really think…” he exhaled quietly, a faint, emotional smile forming, “…I came this far to win the game?”


She looked at him.
Confused. “I would’ve died a long time ago,” he continued, his voice steady but filled with something deeper, “…if it wasn’t for you.”
Her eyes softened.


“I stayed…” he murmured, “…just to keep you alive.” A pause. “I love you too.” Her breath hitched. “Not from now,” he added quietly.
She frowned slightly, confused, her brows pulling together.


“…What?” “From the first time I saw you.” Her eyes narrowed slightly. A faint disbelief crossing her face.
“Oh really?” she whispered. “So when I saw you that day… before the first game even started—you had already fallen?”


A soft chuckle escaped him. “No.” She blinked. “…Then when?” Jungkook didn’t answer.


Instead— he looked past her. At the timer. Y/N followed his gaze. 00:30 Thirty seconds. Her heart dropped.

When she looked back at him— he was smiling. Softly.

And before she could react— He pushed her. Hard.
Y/N stumbled back, her body losing balance as she fell onto the ground, her hands scraping against the surface as shock froze her in place.
“Jungkook—?!”


And then— he stepped back. And jumped. Off the edge. “NOOO—!” Her scream tore through the air.
Her body crawled forward instantly, her hands.


reaching the edge as she looked down— but there was nothing. Only darkness. Only silence.
Her breath stopped.
“No… no… no…”


Tears streamed down uncontrollably as she shook her head violently.
“JUNGKOOK—!”
Her voice broke.
Her body trembled.

“He said he wouldn’t leave… he said—” her words collapsed into sobs.
He did it again.
He saved her.
Again.

And this time— he didn’t come back. She cried harder, her voice echoing into the emptiness below.
Cursing him.
Begging him.
Calling his name like it would bring him back.
“I hate you…!” she sobbed. “Why would you do that…?!”


But there was no answer. There never would be. Her body moved. Instinctively. Desperately. She stepped forward. Closer to the edge.

If he’s gone— then what’s the point? But before she could take another step— hands grabbed her. Strong. Unforgiving.


“No—! LET ME GO—!” she screamed, thrashing against them. “I have to go—! I have to—!” But the guards held her tight.

And then— a sharp sting. An injection. Her body froze. Her vision blurred. “No…” her voice weakened.
Darkness took over. And everything disappeared.


When she opened her eyes— She was in her room. Her bed. Her ceiling. Her world.

For a second— she didn’t move. It felt… normal. Too normal. Like nothing had happened.

Like it was all— a dream.
But then— she turned her head. And saw it. A black card. Placed neatly beside her. Her breath hitched.
Her fingers trembled as she slowly picked it up.
Real.


Everything was real. Her phone buzzed. A notification. Her eyes dropped to the screen.

A huge amount of money— transferred. Her chest tightened instantly. Tears filled her eyes again. “It wasn’t a dream…” Her voice broke completely. “It was real…” Jungkook was real.


His voice.
His touch.
His promise.
His love.

And now— he was gone. Because of her. Her body curled in on itself as she broke down completely, her cries filling the quiet room.
The money was there.

The world was the same.
Everything looked normal.


Except— him. He wasn’t there anymore.
And he never would be again.

To be continued ~

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Part - 11

The air between them shifted.

Y/N’s eyes met Jungkook’s—wide, trembling, saying everything she couldn’t put into words.

They’re going to kill us.
She didn’t say it.
She didn’t need to.
Jungkook saw it.
And he shook his head immediately, his voice low but firm.

“They won’t.”

He leaned slightly closer, his gaze steady on hers.
“I’m here.”
“I won’t let them touch you.”


But fear doesn’t listen to reassurance.
Not here.
Not after everything.

Y/N’s fingers curled into the fabric of her dress as she looked around the dorm.


The three other players—
lying on their beds.
Still.
Too still.
Sleeping?
Or pretending?
Her heartbeat picked up again.

“They’ll kill us…” she whispered, her voice barely there.

Jungkook exhaled softly.
“They won’t,” he repeated, quieter this time. “Just sleep.”

She shook her head instantly.
“No… I can’t…”

But Jungkook gently guided her down anyway.
Careful.
Slow.
Like she might break.
He pulled the blanket over her, tucking it lightly around her shoulders.

“I’m here,” he murmured again. “Nothing will happen.”

She didn’t believe it.
Not fully.

Her eyes stayed open.
Watching.
Checking.
Again.
And again.
And again.

Every small movement made her tense.
Every breath from across the room felt suspicious.

Jungkook stayed sitting beside her.
Silent.
Still.
Watching too.

Time passed.
Slow.
Heavy.


And eventually—
her body gave in.
Her eyes closed.
Her breathing softened.
Sleep took her.



But not for long.


A loud sound cut through the room.
Sharp.
Sudden.


“Attention.”

Y/N’s eyes snapped open instantly.

Her body jerked upright, panic hitting her before awareness did.


“Player 555, Player 12, and Player 420… have been eliminated.”
Her breath stopped.

Slowly— she turned.
Three beds.
Empty.


Guards were already there.
Lifting the bodies.
Placing them into black coffins.


Like it was routine.
Like it meant nothing.

Her eyes widened.
Her chest tightened.

And then— she looked beside her.
Jungkook.
Sitting.
Right there.

A knife rested loosely in his hand.
Its edge faintly reflecting the dim light.

His elbows were on his knees, his head slightly lowered, his breathing heavy.

His hair fell over his eyes, damp with sweat.
His chest rose and fell unevenly.


He looked…
different.
Darker.
Y/N rushed to him.
Her steps quick, uneven.
“Jungkook—”
He looked up.


And for a second— something in his eyes made her freeze.
“They were going to kill us,” he said.
His voice was low.
Rough.
“So I killed them first.”


Silence.

The words hung heavy between them.


For a brief moment—

just a brief one— fear flickered through her.
Not of the situation.
But of him.
The knife.
The blood she hadn’t noticed before.


The way his eyes looked— not soft.
Not gentle.
But sharp.
Alive in a different way.

And then— it faded.
Because she understood.
He didn’t do it for himself.


He did it— for her.
Tears filled her eyes again as she slowly reached for the knife, her hands trembling slightly as she took it from him.

“It’s okay…” she whispered, though her voice broke halfway.

Jungkook didn’t resist.
Didn’t stop her.
And the moment the knife left his hand— he pulled her into him.
Tight.
Protective.

“I told you,” he murmured against her hair, his voice softer now. “I’ll save you.”
Y/N broke completely then.

Her arms wrapped around him as she cried into his chest, holding onto him like he was the only thing left in this world that made sense.


Because maybe— he was.
She didn’t care what he did.
Didn’t care what it took.


As long as he was still here.


Before she could say anything—
before she could even process everything fully—
The announcement echoed again.
Cold.
Final.
“The final game… will now begin.”
“Players, please prepare.”


Y/N’s grip on Jungkook tightened slightly.


Because now— there were only two of them left.
And this time— there was no one else to lose.
Only each other.

To be continued ~

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Part - 10

They had lost everyone.
Not just people—

but pieces of themselves.
The dorm felt hollow now.
Too big for just five people.
Too quiet for a place that once held voices, laughter, arguments, whispered plans to survive.

Now— there was nothing.
Just the faint echo of memories that refused to leave.

Y/N sat on the edge of her bed, her hands resting lifelessly in her lap, her gaze fixed somewhere far away—like she wasn’t really there anymore.

Like her body had returned…
but her mind hadn’t.


Every moment replayed.
The tug of war.
The honeycomb.
The bridge.
The screams.
The hands slipping away.

The way each person disappeared… one after another… until there was no one left to hold onto.
Her chest felt heavy.
Too heavy.

Like breathing itself was a task she didn’t have the strength for anymore.

Beside her, Jungkook sat quietly.
Not saying anything.
Not forcing anything.
Just there.

Close enough that she could feel his presence.
Far enough to let her fall apart in silence.

They didn’t need words anymore.
Not after everything.

Time passed— but no one noticed how much.
Until—
click.
The door opened.

All five of them looked up at the same time.
The guards entered.

Same masks.
Same cold presence.
But something about this felt…
different.

“As per the rules,” the voice echoed, “players who have reached this stage will now be treated accordingly.”

No one reacted.
No one trusted it.


They were ordered to stand.
To follow.


And they did.

Because what else was left to do?
They were blindfolded.
Darkness again.


But this time—
it felt quieter.
Controlled.
Not chaotic like the games.
Steps echoed.
Doors opened.
Closed.
The air changed.

And when the blindfolds were finally removed—
Y/N blinked.


The room was… beautiful.
Too beautiful.
Warm lighting glowed softly from above, reflecting off polished floors and elegant decorations. The air was filled with a faint, sweet perfume—subtle, expensive, suffocating in its perfection.
A long table stretched across the room.


Filled with food.
Rich.
Perfectly plated.
Steaming.
Inviting.

For a moment— it didn’t make sense.
Then Y/N looked down.

She wasn’t wearing her player uniform anymore.
A black dress hugged her perfectly.
Elegant.
Soft.

Like she belonged there.
Her breath caught slightly.
This didn’t feel real.
None of it did.


The smell of the food reached her again.
Warm.
Comforting.

Like she hadn’t eaten in days.
Like her body remembered hunger even if her mind was too numb to care.


But before anything else— she looked around.
Searching.
Instinctively.
For him.

And there he was.
Jungkook.

Sitting right beside her.
Already looking at her.
His gaze didn’t shift.
Didn’t hesitate.

It stayed on her like she was the only thing in the room worth noticing.

For a second— she forgot everything.
“What are you looking at?” she asked softly, her voice still tired… still distant.
A faint smile touched his lips.
“You.”
Simple.
Effortless.

And somehow—

it made her heart react again.
Just a little.

“You look…” he paused briefly, as if choosing the right word, “…beautiful.”
Y/N blinked, caught off guard.

A small flush spread across her face despite everything.
Despite the blood.
The loss.
The fear.

For a moment— she felt human again.
The announcement echoed once more.
“Players, please enjoy this meal in celebration of reaching the final stage.”
A pause.
“Only one final game remains.”


The other three players didn’t hesitate.
They moved quickly.
Sat down.
Ate.


Like the food meant everything.
Like it was life itself.
And maybe it was.


Because for them—
this meant they had won something.
Survived something.
Earned something.


But for Y/N—
it didn’t feel like victory.
It felt like a pause.
Before something worse.
Still, she picked up her fork slowly.
Took a bite.


And for a second—
it tasted… real.
Warm.
Comforting.
Beside her, Jungkook ate quietly.
Not rushing.
Not desperate.
Just… present.


And somehow—
that made it easier.

After the meal—
they were taken back.
Back to the dorm.
But it didn’t feel like the same place anymore.
Only five beds.
Five players.
Five people standing at the edge of something final.
Then—
the announcement came.
“Notice.”


All heads lifted.
“The final game will be played by only two players.”
Silence.
“All previous rules are now invalid.”
A pause.

Long enough for the meaning to sink in.
“This game… will now proceed without restriction.”
Y/N’s breath hitched slightly.


No rules?

Then—
The realization hit all of them at once.
Only two players.

Which meant—
The rest…
had to go.
No guards.
No games.
No structure.
Just them.

The three other players exchanged looks.
Something dark passed between them.
Something unspoken.
But understood.

One of them let out a small laugh.
Almost amused.

“Wait…” he said, looking around. “Didn’t they say before that harming other players leads to elimination?”
Another one smirked.
“Yeah.”

For a second—
it almost felt like relief.

Like maybe—
they were still bound by something.

And then— they laughed.
Like it was a joke.
Like none of this mattered.
But Y/N didn’t laugh.
Neither did Jungkook.
Because they understood something the others didn’t.


The rules had changed.
Completely.

And in a place like this—

when there are no rules left—

People don’t survive by trusting each other.
They survive…

by ending each other.

Y/N’s fingers tightened slightly.
Her eyes flickered toward Jungkook.
And he was already looking at the others.


Not relaxed.
Not careless.
Watching.
Because he knew.


They weren’t safe anymore.
Not even for a second.
To be continued

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Part - 9
The dorm was quieter than ever that night.
Not peaceful.
Just… empty.
The kind of silence that pressed against your chest and made it hard to breathe.


Only few beds were occupied now.

Four people left from something that once felt crowded, loud… alive.

Now it felt like a waiting room.
For death.

Somewhere in the middle of the night—
Y/N woke up.

Her throat felt dry, her head heavy. For a moment, she didn’t move, just stared at the dim ceiling above her, trying to figure out what had pulled her out of that restless, shallow sleep.
Then it hit her.
She needed to go.
Washroom,

Slowly, she got up, her steps quiet as she walked toward the door.
“Can you open it?” she asked, her voice low but urgent.


No response.

She knocked.
Harder this time.

“Please… I need to use the washroom.”
Still nothing.
Frustration rose quickly.

“Are you serious right now?” her voice cracked slightly. “Open the door!”
She hit the door again, louder, panic mixing into her tone now. “Please—just for a minute—”
Nothing.


Her hands curled into fists as she let out a frustrated breath, anger bubbling over.
“What is wrong with you people?! I just need—”


“Y/N.”
She froze.
Jungkook.
He had followed her.

She turned slightly, her eyes still tense, still irritated—but before she could say anything, Jungkook stepped past her and moved closer to the door.
He leaned in slightly, saying something low.
Too low.


She couldn’t hear it.
The guards didn’t respond immediately.
There was a pause.
A long one.


And then—
click.

The door unlocked.
Y/N blinked.
Surprised.

Her eyes widened slightly as she looked at Jungkook, confusion clear in her expression.
“How did you—”

“Go,” he said simply.
No explanation.
Just that.
She didn’t argue.
Didn’t question.
She rushed out quickly.


When she came back—
Jungkook was already lying down.
Eyes closed.
Like nothing had happened.
She stood there for a second.
Looking at him.
Trying to understand.
But her body was too tired.
Her mind too heavy.
So she lay down too.
And sleep took her.

The next moment—

she wasn’t in the dorm anymore.
She was standing.
On a giant rotating platform.
Her breath hitched.
The space was unfamiliar—but the feeling wasn’t.
Fear.
Cold.
Immediate.


“Mingle game will begin shortly.”

The announcement echoed around them.
Y/N’s fingers instinctively found Jungkook’s.
He was right beside her.
Taehyung.
Hoseok.
All there.
For now.

“The game is simple. When a number is announced, players must form groups of that number and enter a room. Those who fail to do so… will be eliminated.”
A pause.

“Round… begin.”
The platform started rotating.
Slow at first.
Then faster.
The movement made it harder to balance, harder to think.
Then—


“Four.”
Everything exploded into motion.
Players ran.
Pushed.
Shouted.
Desperate.

Jungkook grabbed Y/N’s hand instantly, pulling her along as they rushed toward the nearest door.
Taehyung and Hoseok followed right behind.

They stumbled in together—
four.

The door slammed shut behind them.
Outside—
gunshots.

Y/N flinched violently at the sound.
One.
Two.
Multiple.


Bodies hitting the ground.
Silence swallowing them just as quickly.
The door opened again.

“Next round.”
The platform spun again.
Faster now.
More chaotic.

“Three.”

For a second—
they all froze.
Four people.
Three slots.
Eyes met.
Confusion.
Fear.
Realization.

And then—
Jungkook moved.

He pushed Y/N toward Taehyung and Hoseok.
“Go.”

“No—!”
She turned immediately, grabbing onto him. “Jungkook—no, come with us—!”

But Taehyung and Hoseok pulled her.
Hard.
“We don’t have time!” Taehyung’s voice shook as he dragged her.

Jungkook was already stepping back.
Already letting go.
“Jungkook—!”
The door slammed.
Y/N stumbled inside, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she turned back toward the door.
“No… no, no…”


She rushed forward, pressing her hand against it.
Looking through the small gap.
Searching.
He wasn’t there.
Her heart dropped.

“He’s not here…” her voice trembled.
Taehyung tried to steady his breathing. “He’s smart… he’ll find a group…”

Hoseok nodded weakly. “Yeah… he will…”
But Y/N wasn’t convinced.

Not at all.

Gunshots rang out again.
Her entire body froze.
“No…” she whispered.

The door opened.
She ran out immediately, her eyes scanning everywhere.
Desperately.
Frantically.
“Jungkook—!”
No response.
No sign.
Nothing.
Her chest tightened.
Her vision blurred.

“Jungkook…” her voice broke as tears filled her eyes.
And then—


a hand grabbed her from behind.
She gasped, turning sharply—
And there he was.

Jungkook.

Standing there.
Breathing.
Alive.
With the faintest smile on his lips.
Relief hit her so hard it almost hurt.
“You—!” she hit his arm, her voice shaking. “What is wrong with you?!”

He let out a small groan. “Hey—stop—I'm alive, okay?”
But she didn’t stop.
Didn’t calm down.
Because for a moment—
she thought he was gone too.


“Six.”
The next number dropped like a bomb.
No time.
No space.

Jungkook grabbed her hand again, pulling her forward as they ran toward the nearest door.
Players crowded.
Shoved.
Fought.
They made it inside.
Barely.


But Taehyung and Hoseok—
weren’t with them.
Y/N turned immediately.
“Wait—where are they—?”

She looked back.
And saw them.
They had fallen.
Pushed aside by the crowd.
Hands reaching.
Trying to get up.
Trying to run.

“Jungkook—!” Y/N grabbed his arm tightly, panic flooding her voice. “Please—save them—they’ll die—!”
But the door—
was already closing.

“No—!”
It shut.
And then—
gunshots.

Y/N’s entire body went still.
Her eyes wide.
Unblinking.
Outside—
Taehyung and Hoseok—
fell.


Just like that.
Gone.
Her grip on Jungkook loosened slowly as her body felt numb.

She couldn’t even cry properly this time.
The tears came—
but silently.

Her lips parted—
but no sound came out.
She just watched.
As their bodies were dragged away.
Like they were nothing.
Like they had never been there.


The rounds continued.
More numbers.
More running.
More deaths.
Until finally—
it ended.


Only five players remained.
Out of everyone who started.
Out of everyone who laughed.
Dreamed.
Hoped.


Now— only five.

And Y/N—
felt nothing.
Just emptiness.

Because one by one—
everyone was disappearing.

And there was nothing she could do to stop it.

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Part - 8

Yn's breath hitched violently.
Her fingers curled into fists as her entire body trembled.
“I…am next ” she tried to speak—but her voice failed.


The moment hung by a thread.
Y/N’s foot hadn’t even lifted yet— “Y/N!”

Jungkook’s voice cut through everything.
Sharp. Urgent.

She turned instantly, her tear-filled eyes meeting his.
“Wait,” he said.

And before anyone could react—
he moved.
Hoseok’s head snapped up. “What are you doing?!” his voice cracked, still thick with tears.

Jungkook didn’t answer.
He stepped forward.

Past the line.
Past the order.
Past the rules.

Taehyung stood frozen on his panel, his entire body trembling, his breath coming out in short, broken gasps.

“Jungkook…” his voice shook.

Jungkook stepped onto his panel.

For a split second, Taehyung flinched—fear flashing across his face as if the glass might break from the added weight.
But it didn’t.

And before Taehyung could collapse completely, Jungkook pulled him into a quick, tight hug.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, holding him steady. “You’ll be fine. Just breathe.”

Taehyung clutched onto him for a second longer than needed, fear overwhelming him completely—but Jungkook held him firm, grounding him.


Then gently—
he moved forward.

Now—
he stood in front of Y/N.

“I’ll go first,” he said.

Y/N’s head shook immediately, her grip tightening around his hand. “No—why would you do that? It’s my turn—”

“I’ll go first.”
His voice was calm.
Certain.
Unshakable.

Tears streamed down her face as she tightened her hold on him. “No, Jungkook—no, please… don’t do this… I’ll go—just let me go—”
But he didn’t move.
Didn’t let go.
Instead, he held her hand tighter.

And looked at her.
Really looked at her.

“I know this game,” he said softly. “Trust me.”
Her breathing broke. “What if you fall—?”
He gave the smallest shake of his head.

“I won’t.”
Four steps left.
Four chances between life and death.

Jungkook turned.
Focused.
And jumped.

A second passed.
The glass held.

A shaky breath left Y/N as her grip tightened even more around his hand, like if she held him tight enough, she could stop him from falling.

Next step.
Jump.
Safe.

Her heart was racing uncontrollably now.
Every time he moved, her body reacted like she was the one falling.

Third step.
Jump.
Safe.

“Jungkook—stop…” she whispered weakly, her voice trembling. “Let me take the last one…”
But he didn’t listen.
Didn’t even turn.

Final step.
Time slowed.
He jumped.
And for a second—

everything stopped.
Then—
the glass held.

Y/N broke.
A sob escaped her as tears spilled freely—not from fear this time—
but relief.

“He…” her voice shook. “He made it…”

Jungkook turned slightly, his chest rising and falling as he looked back at her.
Alive.

She didn’t even wait.
She crossed immediately, her steps shaky but desperate, and the moment her feet hit the safe platform—

she ran to him.
The remaining players followed quickly behind, stepping exactly where Jungkook had stepped.
No hesitation.
No guessing.

Just survival.

And just like that—
it ended.
Only four remained.
Y/N.
Jungkook.
Taehyung.
Hoseok.

The moment Y/N reached him—
she threw her arms around Jungkook.
Tightly.

Like if she let go, he might disappear too.
Her sobs broke freely against his chest as she held onto him, her entire body shaking.
Jungkook froze for just a second—

then slowly wrapped his arms around her.
One hand resting gently on her back, the other lightly holding her head.

“It’s okay…” he whispered.
But she didn’t stop.
For two whole minutes—
she just stayed there.
Crying.
Holding him.

Breathing him in like proof that he was still alive.
When she finally pulled back—
her face was red, eyes swollen, breaths uneven.
And before Jungkook could even react—


slap.

The sound echoed softly.

Jungkook blinked, stunned, his hand instinctively moving to his cheek.
“What—”

“You scared me!” she shouted, her voice breaking again.
And then—
she hugged him again.

Tighter this time.
Like she was angry.
Like she was relieved.
Like she didn’t know what to feel anymore.

Jungkook stood there for a second.
Then—
a small smile broke through.
And he hugged her back.


They returned to the dorm.
But it wasn’t the same.
It would never be the same.
Only few beds were occupied now.

The rest—
empty.
Cold.
Silent.
The air felt heavier than ever.
No one spoke much.

They sat in their own spaces, biting their lips, their minds running in circles.

So many had come.
So few remained.
And the worst part?

They all knew—
there was still another game left.
That night felt longer than all the others combined.
Y/N sat beside Jungkook, quieter now—but her thoughts louder than ever.

After a long silence, she finally spoke.

“…How did you do it?”
Her voice was soft.
Careful.

Taehyung and Hoseok looked up too, their attention shifting to Jungkook.
They needed to know.

Jungkook leaned back slightly, exhaling slowly.
“When I was crossing…” he began, his voice calm again, “I noticed something.”
He paused briefly.
“The real glass… reflected the light.”

Their eyes widened slightly.

“The fake one didn’t.”
Silence.
“I wasn’t completely sure,” he added quietly. “It could’ve gone wrong.”


Taehyung let out a small, hollow laugh, shaking his head. “If we had known that before…”
His voice cracked slightly.
“…maybe the others…”
He didn’t finish.
He didn’t need to.
Because they all knew.
It was too late.

And now—

only four of them remained.
With one final game waiting.
To be continued ~

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Part - 7 is here
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No one spoke. But everyone understood. That darkness beneath the bridge—

it wasn’t just empty. It was death waiting patiently. One by one, players ahead continued.

Step. Pause. Jump. Some survived. Some didn’t.

Every fall echoed longer than it should have, their screams fading into nothingness as if the world itself swallowed them whole.

Y/N couldn’t breathe properly anymore.
Her chest felt tight, her fingers cold.
She didn’t even realize she had grabbed onto Jungkook’s sleeve behind her—holding on like it was the only real thing left.

Time moved. Slow. Cruel. By the time the players reached halfway— only a few remained ahead.

And then— it happened again.
The player just in front of Jimin stepped forward.

Hesitated.
Chose.
Wrong.
CRASH.

The glass shattered. And he fell. Jimin flinched violently, his entire body freezing. Right there.
Mid-bridge. Halfway across.
His breathing turned uneven, sharp, panicked.

“No…” he whispered, shaking his head. “No, no…”

Behind him, Jin closed his eyes tightly, his fingers crossing instinctively as his lips moved in a silent prayer. "Please… please let us live…"

The timer dropped.
09:48

“Move!” someone from behind shouted. “Don’t stop!” “Go!” Voices overlapped, desperate, impatient, terrified.

But Jimin couldn’t move.
His legs refused.
His eyes were locked on the glass in front of him, like it would decide everything before he even touched it.

“I can’t…” his voice broke. “I can’t do this…”
Hoseok’s voice cracked from behind, “Jimin… please… be saved ”

Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
08:59

Jimin squeezed his eyes shut. Tears slipped out.
His hands trembled as he whispered under his breath— “I’m sorry…”


And then— he jumped. A second passed. Then another. The glass held. A broken sob escaped him as he realized— he was still alive.


“I—” his voice shook violently. “I’m okay… I’m okay…”
But it didn’t end.

It never ended.

He had more steps to take. More chances to die. He took another shaky breath. Stepped again— carefully this time.

And it held.

A flicker of hope.
A tiny one.

Then— one more step. CRACK. “No—!” The glass shattered beneath him.


Jimin’s body dropped instantly, his scream echoing through the space as he fell into the darkness below.
“JIMIN—!”

Hoseok’s voice tore apart as he screamed, his entire body jerking forward like he could somehow reach him.

“No… no, no, no…” he cried, his hands shaking uncontrollably.

Taehyung covered his mouth, tears spilling instantly.
Y/N felt something inside her chest break.
And just like that—

he was gone.

Silence didn’t exist anymore. Only panic. Only grief. Now— it was Jin. Jin stepped forward slowly.
His face was pale—but his eyes were steady.
There was no panic in him.
Just quiet acceptance.

He inhaled deeply.
Then— jump. The glass held. Another step. Jump.
Safe. Behind him, Yoongi watched closely, his jaw tight, memorizing every move.

Y/N could barely see through her tears.
Jungkook’s hand hovered near her arm, not touching—but ready.

Jin moved again. Jump. Safe.

Another. Jump. And then—

CRACK.


“NO—!” Y/N’s scream came out before she could stop it. Jin didn’t even have time to react.

The glass shattered beneath him, his body falling instantly—his figure disappearing into the same darkness that had taken Jimin.

Her vision blurred completely now.
Her hands trembled violently.
All she could hear was her own heartbeat— and the echoes of their screams.


Six steps left.
Six chances.
Six lives hanging by threads.

Now—
Yoongi.
Y/N.
Taehyung.
Hoseok.
Jungkook.


Yoongi stepped forward. Calm. Too calm. He didn’t hesitate. Jump. Safe. A quiet breath left him.
But he didn’t move immediately after.
Instead—

he turned. His eyes scanned them. One by one. Lingering. Memorizing. And then—

he smiled.
Not a happy one.
Not even close.
A bitter one.
Heavy.
Like he already knew.


Y/N’s breath hitched. “No…” she whispered, shaking her head. “No…” Yoongi turned back.
Looked at the glass ahead. And stepped.

CRACK.

The glass shattered instantly.
And he fell. This time— no one even screamed immediately.
It was like the shock had stolen their voices.

Then— everything broke.

Taehyung cried openly now, his shoulders shaking.
Hoseok’s face crumbled completely, tears falling without restraint.

Y/N— she couldn’t stop. Her eyes burned, her nose red, her breathing uneven and broken as sob after sob escaped her.

They were disappearing.
One by one.

Like they meant nothing.
Like this was just a game.

Her legs felt weak.
Her vision blurred.
Her chest hurt.

And then— she realized. She was next. Her breath hitched violently. Her fingers curled into fists as her entire body trembled.

“I…” she tried to speak—but her voice failed.
Death— was right in front of her now.
And there was nowhere left to run.


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New video is out
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