Chapter 1 - Gi-hun

// My first language is not English so I might make some grammatical mistakes.

The place of the story is taken after the first game of "squid game" and the first vote to leave

The story is writen from different POV's //

POV: GI-HUN

I was sitting on a uncomfortable bed. While looking at the players my best friend approached me. He sat next to me and lied his head on my shoulder

- Gi-hun... - he whispered. - how'd you know that they're going to kill us?

I left out a deep sight.

- I do not want to talk about it... - My voice was shaking, the terror that is going on there broke my heart once again. These dead bodies appear before my eyes every time I close them. - let's just get out of here.

He nodded

- I agree with you.. but how can we get out of here if Most people want to stay?

- we have to show them, that it is really dangerous. Don't they think about thier life?

- mhm...

We sat there in silence when a guy with number "001" approached us. His arms were crossed over his chest.

- Mr.. - he started his statement - do you know what game is next?

I looked at him with hatred in my eyes.

- I mean.. - he continued - you knew that on the first game we're going to be shot so I thought that you'd know something about the next game

- why'd you vote to stay? - my voice was full of anger - if you vote to go we could get out of th-

- but was I the only one who wanted to stay? No. Maybe my vote was decisive, but if someone else had pressed to get out of here, my vote would not have been decisive. So I don't understand what's your problem

I sighed

- yeah yeah you're right.. - I looked back but it seems like the guy was still staring at me. I felt his gaze piercing my entire body. - I think that the next game is Dalgona

- Dalgona? The one where you melt the sugar? - asked my best friend Jung-bae

- yes, that one. But I'm not sure tho...

- oh, okay - said 001 - but how'd you know that?

I didn't want to say it. It might drive players attention on me or even the guards. But I had to so we could all go out of this place

- I've played this game before! - I raised my voice a little bit - I've seen all the people dying...

Some people started to laugh at me and not believe me, some even said that I was cooperating with the pink soldiers who took us here. But I wasn't lying. Why are all these people so insufferable? It hurts me.

- Hey - stood up the 001 guy. He raised his voice - Leave him alone. What if he's saying the truth? You didn't think it would hurt him. He said he saw all those people die. You don't know what he's been through so shut up. If you want to survive then treat him with respect!

I didn't notice when a gentle smile appeared on my face. "He is protecting me, that's cute". That was the moment when my respect for this player increased.

- yeah yeah we're sorry - said old guy, I knew it was sarcastic but I didn't care at all. - soo.. the next game's Dalgona?

- yes.. and as I remember the easiest shape is triangle.

- triangle? - asked my friend

- yes.

He patted me on the back. He laughed quietly and smiled happily.

- with you we can all win the prize!

I didn't want to win. I just wanted to get the people out of there alive.. are they really that desperated for money? Don't they care about thier life's just a little? That's fricked up for me.

I don't want to lose any more friends.

- yeah, sure...

- let him rest - said 001 - he is tired and isn't thinking clear. Talk to him Tommorow. He is overstimulated with your questions and all

I nooded and sat on the bed. At that moment the lights went out. I sat there for a good dozen or so minutes. I don't want to sleep, I'm too scared. Every one of us will die here if we don't get out. I don't want to die.

I cringed and stared at the number of people shown on the monitor. My expression was the same as always. But to others it seemed sad.

I was thinking about the next game when I felt someone sit down next to me. I looked at that person

- oh, it's you

- Mhm.. can we talk mr. 456?

- Sure, player 001.. or what should I call you?

- you can call me that, it's okay for me

I nooded

- why aren't you asleep? - he asked me

- I just don't feel like it - I replied which was half truth and half lie

- You can't stop thinking about them, can you? About all the people you've lost in this place...

I looked at him. He was already looking at me with peace in his eyes.

- Yeah... - I nooded my head slightly

- It's okay, we'll get out of there.. next time I will press "X" - He put his hand on my shoulder - now, go to sleep. You need this. Don't worry, I'll watch over you

A smile appeared on my face again. For the first time in a long time, I felt safe and alive. Maybe this is what I needed? Contact with anyone?

I closed my eyes and changed my position to lying down.

- Goodnight

- Goodnight..

//I will try to write the second chapter but I don't know if this story will be accepted