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ACT ONE ━━━ CHAPTER ONE,
❝ play a game with me? ❞

𝓟ark Ji-Yoo always thought of herself as intelligent rather than smart. The difference? Not much. But she would like to think of it to be a lot.

But right now, she wasn't exactly in her right mind.

Ji-Yoo sat in a train station, waiting for the next train to arrive since she missed the previous one because her wallet got stolen by a pickpocket. She didn't understand why she was even still there, she didn't have any money for the train anyway.

She would've walked home, seeing as it wasn't even that far, but she was tired.

Ji-Yoo was on her phone when someone sat beside her, she moved her eyes to face him. He was a quite handsome man, he wore a dashing suit and had a briefcase with him.

She quickly tore her eyes off him when he turned his head to her. He leaned in, "Hello, miss. Can I talk to you?"

Ji-Yoo snapped her head to him in surprise. Why would this extremely handsome man want to talk to her, of all people? "Uh . . . you're already talking to me so I guess so." The man gave her a small smile.

"Would you like to play a game with me?"

Usually, she would've said no and walked away because of the whole 'stranger danger' thing, but she was curious. Besides, she had nothing to lose at this point.

"It depends on what game," Ji-Yoo answered which made the man in the suit smirk, making Ji-Yoo gulp since it kind of scared her. Hot but creepy . . . huh.

He opened his briefcase and showed it to her, Ji-Yoo shut off her phone when she saw the continents of the case.

It had one stack of ten thousand Korean won and two stacks of sixty thousand, as well as two colored papers that were folded into squares.

Ji-Yoo was tempted not to reach her hand out and take the money, but she quickly contained herself. That would be mildly disrespectful, but she really wanted the money.

"Are you familiar with ddakji?" He asked as he picked up one blue square and one red square. Ji-Yoo just nodded in response, knowing the game very well.

"Play a few rounds of ddakji with me," He offered. "And each time you win, I'll give you 100,000 won."

Ji-Yoo narrowed her eyes at him, "And if you win?"

His creepy smirk grew, "Then you pay me the same amount."

"But I don't have 100,000 won."

"Then, instead of you paying me money, you'll receive a slap."

"A slap on the ass for every time I lose?" Ji-Yoo pondered in her head. "No, Ji-Yoo that's wrong. He's a stranger! But a very hot one."

Ji-Yoo sighed in defeat, "Fine. I'll play with you."

"Red or blue?" He held out the two squares toward her with a smug smirk on his face. Curse you for being so sexy, creepy man in a suit.

Ji-Yoo always loved the color red, it was her favorite color. But being the dumb bitch she is, she took the blue one.

The two of them stood up, he placed the red square on the floor and Ji-Yoo took a deep breath. She lifted her arm in the air and threw it, only for it to not flip his.

"Damn it!" She cursed.

Mr. Sexy took the red one off the ground and motioned for her to step away, she obliged and watched as he threw it on the ground, flipping hers over.

Even if she lost, he looked extremely hot while winning.

Ji-Yoo turned her head to him, only to find him already looking at her. "Why are you looking at me like tha-" She was cut off by his hand making contact with her cheek, which made her end up on the ground.

She was definitely not expecting that.

"What the fuck, man!?" She stood up quickly, "I thought you wanted to slap my ass, not my face!"

Ji-Yoo scoffed when he just chuckled lowly. She angrily took the blue square, "Another round."

Slap. Slap. Another slap. Slap. Slap. Yet again, another fucking slap on the face.

She huffed and stood up, her cheek now extremely red. "You know, I think I would like it better if you slapped my ass rather than my face. It might hurt less."

When the man didn't answer or react, Ji-Yoo glared at him as she threw the blue square, and just like every time she threw it, his red square didn't flip.

"Fucking hell!"

People walking by gave the two of them confused looks when they saw a middle-aged man slapping a young woman in the face.

The man in the suit took his square and threw it, and of course, like every time he threw it, her blue square flipped. Ji-Yoo clenched her jaw and faced him, getting ready for another slap.

The smirk on his face never left the whole time, which irritated her a lot. "You know, I actually feel bad for you."

She blinked at him, "Really?"

He nodded and took a step towards her, "How about we change the punishment, hm?"

"Holy shit, yes. I'm so tired of getting slapped," Ji-Yoo sighed in relief. "What do you have in mind? Please don't pick something worse than getting slapped because I've had enough."

"I think you'll like the payment I came up with," He stepped even closer to her, they were a few inches away from a kiss.

Wait. Was he going to kiss her?

It seemed like her assumption was right since he leaned in and connected his lips to hers, embracing her into a kiss. He pulled away first and stepped back, smirking at the astounded expression on her face.

Ji-Yoo had a few boyfriends before but not one of them could compare to this man's kiss. Even if it was short and had no meaning, he was for sure her best kiss ever.

"Uh . . ." Ji-Yoo was speechless, she couldn't believe that he just kissed her.

He was right, though. She did, in fact, like it better than getting slapped.

For the whole time after that, Ji-Yoo avoided eye contact with him. Although, unlike the first time, Ji-Yoo kissed him back whenever he kissed her when he won, which was all the time.

There was one time where the two of them got so heated into the kiss to the point where his suit jacket was taken off. However, he finally got into his senses and stopped it before he would go completely naked.

Ji-Yoo licked her swollen lips and closed her eyes, she then threw the square with all of her strength. When she opened her eyes, Ji-Yoo's mouth opened in shock.

She flipped his square, she won.

Ji-Yoo screamed in happiness and jumped up and down, the man clapped his hands at her success.

"Oh my God, I won! Did you see that? I beat you!" Ji-Yoo grinned. She went to grab his face and kiss him but she was stopped by him extending his hand to her. She looked down and her smile slightly fell at the sight of the money.

She was so focused on winning that she forgot about the cash.

"Oh," Ji-Yoo whispered as she took the cash from his hands. "The money."

Ji-Yoo went over to the bench and sat down, counting the money with a small smile on her face. Even if she wouldn't get any more kisses from him, she got the money — and that was a good thing.

"You know," he started, "there's a way to make so much more money."

"Does it also involve getting slapped in the face or getting kissed on the lips?" JI-Yoo asked jokingly which made the man laugh.

"Aha, probably not," He stood up and stood before her. Ji-Yoo raised her eyebrows at him, was he going to kiss her again?

"Miss Ji-Yoo."

Ji-Yoo stood up and looked at him in shock, "How do you know my name? I never told you my name."

"Your name, Park Ji-Yoo. Age 20. Went to Seoul National University, but dropped out when your mother Cho Ji-hae passed away, which was two years ago. You worked in an ice cream shop but got fired a few days ago. You try to contact your father but he doesn't know you exist. You owe almost 500 million Korean won to the bank."

Ji-Yoo gaped at him, he just said her whole biography right there.

"How did you know that?" She asked him but he didn't answer. "You stalker! Leave me alone!" Ji-Yoo screamed at him but he didn't care.

Just as she was about to walk away, he pulled out a card from his suit pocket. "We don't have many spots left."

Ji-Yoo reluctantly took the card and inspected it. It was a brown card that had three shapes — a circle, a triangle, and a square. She flipped the card and saw numbers, a phone number.

Did he just give her his number?

"Think about it."

Ji-Yoo's eyes followed him as he walked away from her and went inside the train, he turned to face her and winked just as the doors closed.

She sat back down on the bench and looked at the money in her hands, and then the card. Being the curious girl she is, Ji-Yoo took out her phone and dialed the number.

She waited until the person on the other end picked up, "Hello. Who's calling?"

"Hello. I'm the girl you played with a few minutes ago, you gave me this card with a number on it," Ji-Yoo replied, bouncing her leg as she looked around the train station, thinking about how she missed the train again.

"Do you wish to participate in the game? If you wish to participate, please state your name and birthdate."

Oh, if only Ji-Yoo didn't answer that question, then maybe she wouldn't have died.

𝓙i-Yoo waited at the address they told her to wait at. She glanced at her phone, "They should be here any minute now . . ."

Just then, a sketchy black van stopped in front of her. The window to the passenger seat rolled down and someone wearing a red jumpsuit and a mask with a triangle sat at the driver's seat.

"Miss Park Ji-Yoo?" The masked man questioned.

Ji-Yoo stepped closer to the van, "Uh, yeah. That's me."

"Password?"

She swallowed and shifted uncomfortably, maybe this was a bad idea. "Red light, green light."

The car door slid open and Ji-Yoo went to go inside but halted her actions when she saw a bunch of other sleeping people inside. She decided not to question it and took the only available seat.

Before she could even say or do anything, fog escaped from the sides of the car and she started to get sleepy. The next thing she knows, she passed out.

word count: 1880

kara speaking . . .
first chapter, done! yea, gong yoo was too hot not to have a little romance with. i hope u enjoyed this chapter, i have some big plans for ji-yoo in the future of this book. and yes, there will be smut (joon-ho only), there actually might be more than 3 smut scenes in this, not sure. just hope for the best lol

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