Fate's Unseen Design

Young-il couldn’t help but stare. The boy before him was very beautiful, maybe more so than Young-il’s dead wife. Myung-gi had clear pale skin, plump pink lips, large coffee-colored eyes, a cute slim nose, and nice round but also not too round cheeks. He was adorable, and looked as though he could be an idol or model. Young-il had seen this boy earlier in the games, actually, he had protected the boy from other players; he knew from the moment he laid eyes on him that he needed to know more about him, to have him. Now in this room they were locked in together, Myung-gi looked even better, with the red of other players' blood complimenting his pretty pale skin, as he sat on the floor occasionally looking up at Young-il. Myung-gi's eyes narrowed, and he spoke up, "Why are you staring at me?" Young-il's gaze snapped back to Myung-gi's face, and he felt a pang of guilt for being so obvious. He chuckled, trying to play it cool, and looked down at Myung-gi. "Cute, that’s all," he said, his voice low and smooth. Myung-gi's eyes widened, and he repeated, "Cute? That's all?" There was a hint of annoyance in his voice, and Young-il's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled. He allowed his smile to grow further, taking in Myung-gi's reaction. This kid just wouldn’t stop, it was adorable. Young-il's gaze roamed over Myung-gi's face, taking in every feature. He asked, "How old are you?" Myung-gi's expression turned wary, and he replied, "27. Now, why are you staring at me?" Young-il's smile never wavered, and he leaned against the wall, his eyes never leaving Myung-gi's face. The air in the room was thick with tension, and Myung-gi shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting around the small space. Young-il's gaze followed him, and he felt a sense of fascination with the younger man. He had to know more about him, to understand what made him tick. As they stood there, the sounds of chaos and destruction echoed through the hallway outside their room, a stark reminder of the games they were trapped in. Myung-gi's eyes flicked towards the door, and Young-il could see the fear lurking in their depths. He felt a pang of curiosity; what was this boy's story? How did he end up here, in this twisted game? Young-il's eyes locked onto Myung-gi's, and he felt a spark of connection. He knew that he had to get to know this boy better, to unravel the mystery that was Myung-gi. And as they stood there, trapped in the small room, Young-il knew that he would do whatever it took to make that happen. The minutes ticked by, and the sounds outside grew louder, but Young-il's focus remained fixed on Myung-gi. He could see the anxiety building in the younger man's eyes, and he felt a sense of calm wash over him. He would protect this boy, keep him safe from the dangers that lurked outside their room. And as he looked into Myung-gi's eyes, he knew that he would do whatever it took to make that happen. Myung-gi's eyes never left Young-il's face, and he could see the intensity burning in their depths. He felt a shiver run down his spine, and he knew that he was in grave danger. But as he looked into Young-il's eyes, he saw something there that gave him pause. It was a glint of kindness, a spark of warmth that made him wonder if he had misjudged this old man. As the silence between them grew, Myung-gi spoke up, his voice barely above a whisper. "What's going to happen to us?" Young-il's smile grew wider, and he replied, "We'll just have to wait and see, won't we?" The words hung in the air, and Myung-gi felt a sense of trepidation. He had a feeling that his fate was tied to this old man's, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he was in for a wild ride.