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Jeongin quickly dodged the incoming arrow shot at him by his trainer. He sank down to his knees before pulling a dagger out of its sheath as he caught his breath. He was hiding behind a boulder, his small stature benefiting him as his whole body was shielded away from any potential attack. He readied his stance, pressing a light kiss to the tip of the dagger, before jumping up from his hiding place and aiming at his trainer. The dagger flew hitting his trainer square in the back, the man stumbling on his feet. Jeongin thought it was over before his trainer turned and aimed right at him, letting go of the arrow and falling on the floor. Jeongin wasn't quick enough to dodge this time around as the arrow scraped right past his cheek leaving him with a nasty cut. He hissed and turned around to see the man lying unconscious on the floor.
‘Great now they'll have to find a replacement’
Jeongin thought bitterly. Dowoon, his trainer, was not a bad person and went easy on Jeongin most of the time. The problem was that it was going to take Dowoon time to heal so he'd need another trainer soon. Jeongin didn't like new people.
Slow clapping snapped him out of his thoughts and he turned to face the intruder. The lights were turned on and Jeongin had to blink a couple of times before getting adjusted to the brightness. His father, the general of District 2, was walking towards him. The smile on the man's face was enough to send shivers down his spine, afraid of what was to come. His father was a strict man, always pushing Jeongin to train with weaponry and books to prepare himself for greatness.
Despite being the best career in District 2, Jeongin was never good enough for his father's expectations.
“I thought you were getting better, but by the looks of that cut on your cheek, nothing has changed.”
“I’m sorry father.” murmured Jeongin.
His father went on to say, “How do you expect to win the games like this? How can I trust you to take over for me if you can barely beat a trainer that was going easy on you?”
Jeongin bowed his head in shame and heard his father sigh, "Clean this up and clean up your cut. I trust you can do at least that right.” His father walked away exiting the training room.
As Jeongin began to clean up the room in which he had trained with Dowoon for the past six hours, the games came into his mind. The Hunger Games had been a part of his life since he could remember, always being told he was to be part of them like all the other district 2 children.
His name had always been entered 24 times even at his first reaping when he was twelve. Now that he was sixteen years old, older and more experienced, his name was written in 40 times. The odds may not be in his favor after all.
Jeongin had seen things, despite not putting a foot in the arena. He had seen poverty crawling at people's skin in other districts, sometimes in his own district despite it being one of the richest in Panem.
Jeongin was raised with luxury throughout his life, his father being a District 2 general meant he was allowed a lot more privilege than normal careers. He got to visit The Capitol often, talking with gamemakers from previous years. Jeongin even had the privilege of attending a holiday Capitol dinner with President Jinyoung and other district generals.
With all the luxury and opportunities, Jeongin also traveled a lot to other districts with his father and mother. His parents always looked down at people that had less than they did, which resulted in him growing up with that mindset.
It wasn't until Jeongin was fourteen years old that he truly got to see the horrors that were hidden behind the propaganda The Capitol put out.
His parents and him were in District 7 when it happened. They had been walking around the district with the general official of the peacekeepers giving his father a brief summary of their job when bells rang out. Peacekeepers had formed a square around the family, to ‘keep them safe and guarded from the poor’, his father had said once they were escorted back inside the safety of the district's main building.
The next day was when the horror truly set in. His father had taken Jeongin with him to the district square because his father had wanted to show him something. Everyone in the district had gathered, surrounding what Jeongin would later find out to be a father of four, tied to a pole. Jeongin took notice that the man was naked and he had an awful feeling of what was about to happen.
The peacekeeper had said, "This man right here is being punished for theft. We cannot tolerate such things if we want to grow as a nation. He will be whipped and turned into an avox,” The surrounding peacekeepers began to whip the man countless times.
Jeongin had fled the scene before they even had the chance to stop the man from screaming.
That was only one of the horrifying memories he had of the districts. Jeongin's views had changed within time, he no longer felt as proud as he used to. He was still the snobby boy who looked down at everyone, but even that was starting to become just a facade. A mask.
-
Hyunjin was scared. That was an understatement, he was terrified. The reaping for the 99th Annual Hunger Games was upon him and he knew deep down that he wouldn’t get lucky this time. Currently, he sat with his name entered 44 times, it was the least he could do to help his family. While the Hwangs weren’t dirt poor, they weren’t well off either. His father owned one of many bakeries in District 9. With grain being it’s chief export, there were many similar shops around the district, and many of them were much better at their job than Hyunjin’s father. Entering his name into the reaping in exchange for tessera every year helped his family big time, but it put him at a risk.
Hyunjin made his way from the bakery after a long morning of work, eager to return home. As he walked, he couldn’t help but notice the signs of impoverishment throughout the district. He saw a couple of dirt covered children eating what looked to be stale bread, probably found in another baker’s trash. He also noticed an older man begging for change on the streets. Hyunjin knew he and his family were lucky to not be in that situation, but if he went to the games-and lost- his family wouldn’t be able to make ends meet.
As Hyunjin approached his home, a two room house, he felt his heart ache as the children dug through the trash in search for more food. As he passed by them, he whistled sharply, causing the children to turn to him. Cautiously, he dropped the plastic bag he had been carrying in front of them. Hyunjin kept walking.
He walked up the front steps of his porch, turning and seeing the children digging through the bag which contained a dead squirrel and two loaves of bread, enough to feed them. He wasn't that hungry anyways.
Hyunjin entered his home, spotting his mother and sister eating the leftover bread that hadn't been sold while his father was fixing the stove. His mother was sick, a disease that needed medicine they weren't able to afford, so she could no longer work. They were afraid that at any moment, she could leave them.
Instead of attending school, his eleven year old sister Dena, took care of their mother throughout the day while his father worked at their bakery. Hyunjin would always help out his father with anything that was needed, but when given rare free time, he liked to do something that would most likely get him killed.
Hyunjin was good at using the spear. He trained on his own near the border of the district where rarely any peacekeepers ventured. Hyunjin had found the spear, hidden amongst the rubble of a hospital that had been blown up after the revolution as a warning. Hyunjin suspected it had been left by whoever inhabited the underground of the hospital, a group of rebels most likely.
If it wasn't for his spear, his family would have starved to death. After years of eating bread, it made him sick to even look at it. So he learned how to hunt small animals at most. Enough to sustain a family of four.
As Hyunjin approached his mother, his sister Dena shot him a worried look before moving away to help their father. Hyunjin kneeled where his mother was seated, taking her hand in his. His mother raised her head, the bags under her eyes more prominent as the disease was slowly tiring her out. She smiled at the sight of her son before speaking, “How many times this year?”
Hyunjin tensed, speaking quietly, “Forty four times. It was the number that was needed to get tessera, it was the exchange they wanted.” Hyunjin heard his mother let out a sigh at the number before squeezing his hand,
“You know we don't need money. Your life, here with us, is more valuable to your father and I than any extra food we may get.”
“I know,” Hyunjin said before reaching his hand to clean a stray tear that had left her eye. He knew how much it pained his mother to hear his life being at risk. How sad it made her, but he was willing to input his name one hundred times if it meant more for his family.
His mother lifted her hand weakly, cupping his cheek as she spoke, “You're handsome, my son. You can find a pretty girl to marry. Make a life for yourself, somewhere else. You have a good heart, anyone would be lucky to have you,” Hyunjin smiled sadly at his mother's words, knowing they weren’t possible for reasons unknown to her, reasons that were the least of his concerns.
Hyunjin grabbed her hand from his cheek, squeezing it in comfort before moving away. Hyunjin approached his father, “Do you need help at all before Dena and I leave?”
His father sighed, “No, everything's okay. You need to shower, time is approaching quickly. Dena has prepared your clothes,” Hyunjin nodded, but before he made a move to go prepare for the reaping, his father enveloped him in a hug.
“Take care, son. Everything will turn out alright. Do not be afraid,” He let out a shaky sigh, nodding his head. If Hyunjin cried in his father's embrace, Dena never mentioned it.
-
Jeongin hated the reaping. Every year, he stood with kids of his age as they anxiously waited for a name to be called, hoping theirs would finally be picked. Every year, his name wasn't called despite it being entered more than anyone else in the district, and every year, he was met with a disappointed look from his father and mother as he hadn't volunteered.
This year though, something felt different, the atmosphere felt tense the moment he woke up. He ate breakfast with his parents and they advised him on what to do at the reaping just like every other year. Jeongin had showered and changed into his clothes for the reaping. A white button down shirt and some black pants, the same as every reaping.
As Jeongin stood in his section with some of his acquaintances, he noticed a boy walk past him to go into his section. What caught Jeongin's attention was the dark clothing the boy wore and how red his eyes seemed. Most children that attended the reaping including himself, always wore lighter clothing to make themselves not be noticed too much.
This boy seemed to be doing the exact opposite. He stared straight ahead, not paying attention to the looks that everyone was giving him. Jeongin recalled his name being Changbin, he had attended school and training with the boy but they never exchanged any words. Changbin had always been a shy boy, not talking with anyone, preferring to train with his bow or a sword. Despite Changbin being shorter than most careers, if Jeongin didn't exist, he would be the best at combat.
Jeongin didn't realize he had spaced out thinking about the boy before a loud screech brought him back to reality. He looked forward, ignoring the anxiety and fear at the pit of his stomach as District 2’s escort stepped forward to the mic with a cheery smile on her face. Jeongin noticed the victors from the previous games on the stage, looking everywhere but at the future victims of The Capitol.
The escort from The Capitol looked too young to be doing what she did, but she looked happy to be there. Unlike many Capitol people Jeongin had seen, this woman looked different, perhaps more natural. Instead of having the big extravagant clothing the Capitol folks usually wore, she was dressed in a simple dress with her colored hair down.
“Welcome, Welcome! Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favor. Before we begin, our victor and one of your two new mentors from District 2 will share a few words of courage for you all. Jae, if you don't mind joining us,” The overly cheery woman turned back to look at the victors, waiting a moment before a boy rose up from his seat and stepped to the mic.
“Don’t trip over your own feet when it matters most,” The victor, Jae, deadpanned before walking back to his seat. The woman looked like she was burning holes at the victor, but she turned back with a smile that seemed too happy for the predicament they were in, “Very well. I'm sure he'll have more advice for our tributes soon.”
Jeongin scoffed at her words, scanning the faces of the victors that looked numbly ahead, seemingly tuning out everything around them. “Now, the time has come for us to select one courageous young man and woman for the honor of representing District 2 in the 99th annual Hunger Games. We'll be going against tradition this year so a brave gentleman will be picked first.”
At her words, Jeongin's heart started beating erratically as his breathing began to speed up. It seemed everything was off about this year as the ladies would always be picked first.
Jeongin saw the Capitol woman slip off one of her gloves before putting her hand into the glass bowl. He saw her hand move inside the bowl before picking one of the many white papers and Jeongin wondered whether or not her hand brushed against a paper that had his name on it.
The world seemed to slow down as she pulled out her hand, a paper held between her pointer and middle finger. The woman walked back to the mic and Jeongin watched in fear as she opened the folded white paper slowly and delicately. His heart stopped as she spoke, “Kim Doyoung.”
Silence rang out throughout the crowd and all eyes searched for the chosen victim. Jeongin turned where everyone was looking and found a small child quivering in fear and shock. Slowly everyone from the 12 year olds section parted, making a clear path to the stage. Jeongin felt relief flow through him as he realized he had escaped death's claws this time.
Doyoung was taking small steps towards the stage, as he looked like he was about to burst into tears at any moment. Jeongin knew the boy, his father had once pointed Doyoung out during training as a “weakling that will be killed in a second”. Jeongin didn't know what caused him to do what he did, but he couldn't stand seeing Doyoung like that.
If Jeongin had waited another moment, someone else would've taken Jeongin's place. Jeongin stepped out from the crowd and loudly called,
“I volunteer as tribute!”
It was silent for a few moments, Jeongin looked around and made eye contact with Doyoung. The relief on the poor boy’s face was immeasurable and Jeongin knew he had done the right thing at the risk of his own life.
A few more seconds of silence passed, then the escort began to speak cheerly into the microphone,“Well! It seems we have a volunteer! Come on then, bring him up!”
Jeongin was startled by hands grabbing harshly at his arms. Two peacekeepers were escorting him to the stage like he would try and run, like he hadn’t chosen to do this. He walked up the stairs, still partly in shock, heart beating a mile per second. He schooled his features, Jeongin wanted to look as emotionless as possible. He didn't need anyone thinking he was some weak child or another cocky career. As he reached the top of the stage, the woman positioned him next to her in front of the microphone.
“What is your name?” she asked happily.
“Yang Jeongin.” He said more to her than the crowd.
“Well, let’s have a big hand for our first volunteer of the day, Yang Jeongin!”
There was no thunderous applause, only the echo of her clapping in the microphone and a small smattering of applause coming from the crowd.
Jeongin looked out into the audience and saw his family. He made eye contact with his father who, for the first time in his life, looked proud of him. Jeongin couldn’t decide how he felt about that, what does it mean when your father is proud that you might die within the week?
Jeongin looked away from his father as the woman began to speak again.
“And now for the girls!” she exclaimed, before once again sticking her hand into the glass bowl full of names.
Jeongin wondered what name she would chose, or if someone would volunteer. He thought whether this person would be his enemy or his ally. Typically, careers stick together but Jeongin doubted that would be the case this time.
The escort had only been digging her hand around the bowl for a few seconds maybe, when Jeongin noticed a disturbance in the crowd. A boy was making his way through the crowd and into the open. It was the boy from before, Changbin. Having finally made his way out from the hoards of people, he stepped forward and called,
“
I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!”
Once again, silence rang throughout the square though people were much more shocked this time around. Volunteering was a tradition in District 2, but this was the first time in history that a male had volunteered for a female tribute. The shocked look on the woman’s face was comical and Jeongin would have laughed if not for the situation.
“Oh my! Why this is absolutely a surprise! For the first time ever we will have two male tributes! What a way to make District 2 stand out from the others!” She cheered, “Come now boy, come on up and tell us your name!”
While this was an extremely shocking turn of events, The Capitol didn’t care what gender the tributes were. They just wanted two children from each district to play as pawns in their game.
Peacekeepers came up behind Changbin and grabbed his arms, just as they had done to Jeongin moments prior. Changbin was brought up to the stage and stood emotionless next to the escort. She stepped up to the microphone once again.
“What happens to be your name, Dear!”
“Seo Changbin.” A gruff, cold voice rang out through the silent crowd and the escort looked pleased at the turn of events.
“Here we are, our tributes from District 2!” she looked between the two tributes, “Now go on you two, shake hands!”
Jeongin turned towards Changbin and held out his hand, the other did the same. The handshake lasted for what felt like ages and the eye contact was almost unbearable. The fire in Changbin’s eyes made him nervous. It was more determined than he’d ever seen before. Jeongin was right, the boy would not be his ally.
The boys finally let go of each other’s hands and the woman cheerfully spoke into the microphone, a phrase that was uttered year after year, a phrase which seemed to seal the fates of the chosen tributes,
“Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be
ever
in your favor.”
-
The reaping in District 9 was as uneventful as it was every year. Hyunjin stood shoulder to shoulder with the other boys in his age range, as they waited with bated breaths to see which poor kid would be selected as tribute. In the outer districts, people didn’t volunteer, and when they did it was always a shock. Life may have been less than great in the upper numbered districts, but no one was willing to trade it for a few days of luxury and guaranteed death.
The reaping began as it always does, with a video clip -read propaganda film- played upon the screens in the town square. It detailed the first war against The Capitol and the Dark Days as well as the second rebellion and the fall of Districts 12 and 13. The film was jaded and biased, showing The Capitol as victims of an unprovoked attack from the people it only tried to help and protect. Hyunjin scoffed at that, like anyone would believe that The Capitol was innocent in all this. It had only been a little more than 20 years since the rebellion and there were still people alive in the districts that remembered it.
Once the film ended, District 9’s Capitol Escort, an older man named Yang Minsuk, YG for short stepped to the front of the stage. He had been their escort every year since the new games had begun. He was the worst kind of Capitol person, snobby and haughty and he looked down on the citizens of District 9 like they were dirt on his shoes. He seemed to find joy in every fearful tribute’s face and unlike any other district escort, he was disappointed when a tribute from District 9 won the games.
He stepped up to the microphone and spoke with his grating voice, giving his small speech about the greatness of the capitol and how lucky each tribute would be to represent their district. Everything said, with a slimy smirk on his face.
“Now, let us hear a few words from one of this year’s mentoring victors. Park Jinyoung, please come forward and give some advice to the tributes.” He gestured toward one of the men sitting at the back of the stage. Jinyoung was a recent victor, winning the 93rd games.
Jinyoung stepped forward and spoke into the microphone, “My advice will be given to those tributes chosen when we meet on the train. There is no reason for me to say anything to those that aren’t chosen.” He then went back to his seat.
YG had a displeased look on his face as he returned to the microphone.
“Well, what a great speech.” He mocked, “Now is the time for us to select one young man and woman for the honor of representing District 9 in the 99th annual Hunger Games. We’ll change things up this year, and select the male tribute first.”
YG stepped over to the large glass bowl filled with names and reached his hand in. The district was silent as they hoped and prayed that their name wouldn’t be called. Hyunjin’s heart was racing as he thought about the 44 slips of paper with his name on it. He knew that the odds weren’t in his favor this year. District 9 wasn’t overly large and not many people risked adding their name in extra times. Hyunjin knew deep down that he would not come out of this reaping with relief.
YG pulled his hand out of the bowl with the slip of paper that was basically a death sentence. Hyunjin held his breath as YG tore the seal and unfolded the paper. He leaned forward and read out the name,
“
Hwang Hyunjin”
Hyunjin felt like his heart stopped beating and his lungs stopped pumping. It was silent for what seemed like a long time, Hyunjin felt numb. His gut had been right, he would not go home after this reaping, he would be taking a train headed straight toward his death.
Hyunjin was in a daze as he walked from the crowd, it didn’t even feel like he had control of his body. He barely even noticed the peacekeepers’ strong grip on his arms as they escorted him to the stage. He stood next to YG, paralyzed, as he waited for the man to call the female tribute’s name. Hyunjin didn’t care who was chosen, all he wanted was to get off the stage and see his parents and sister one last time before he was shipped off to the Capitol. He didn’t pay much attention to the rest of the reaping and ignored YG’s closing statements, barely heard the man gruffly say “Happy Hunger Games.”
Hyunjin was under the impression that as soon as the reaping was finished, the tributes would be put into rooms and get to say their last goodbyes to their families. However, the peacekeepers dragged Hyunjin and the female tribute straight to the train, pushing interviewers and photographers out of the way as they went. Hyunjin knew that fear was plain on his face. why had they not allowed him to see his family, was it not enough that they were sending him to his death? Did he not deserve the chance to say goodbye? All too soon they were on the train, darting off to The Capitol.
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Back in District 2, the peacekeepers were escorting Jeongin and Changbin to the train, but were interrupted by a deep voice yelling, “STOP!”
Jeongin turned toward the voice and saw it was his father, he hadn’t expected to see him again so he was shocked to see him standing there.
“I would like a moment to talk to my son before he goes.” His father demanded. The peacekeepers had no issue with granting him his wish, Jeongin's father was very high up in District 2 and it wouldn’t do them any good to disobey him.
As Changbin continued to be escorted into the train, Jeongin was pushed toward his father who grabbed him by the arm and started walking. They made their way to one of the private rooms that in the past were used as a place for tributes to say their last goodbye to their families.
Jeongin's father guided him into the room and shut the door. The room was mostly empty, only containing a loveseat, an armchair, and a table between the two. Jeongin took a seat on the loveseat as his father sat down in the chair.
It was quiet for a few moments. Jeongin was looking down at his clasped hands in his lap when he heard his father sigh loudly.
“Jeongin,” he took a long pause before continuing. “Son, I am proud of you. For once in your life you haven’t disappointed me. I expect you to win these games, I hope you know that. I will not allow myself to be embarrassed by a weak son. You will win the games and bring pride to our family and to our district.”
Jeongin was not surprised by what his father was saying, he knew what was expected of him. His father was awful at showing emotion but still, Jeongin couldn’t help but be disappointed. He had hoped that his father would show even a glimpse of love for him.
“Look at me when I speak, Jeongin.”
Jeongin finally looked up from his lap, feeling his father’s cold gaze burn holes through him. “Do not get distracted while you are in the Capitol, Jeongin and do not disappoint me. Do you understand?”
He nodded, swallowing down the sick feeling in his throat. “Yes. Father.”
“Good. Congrats and good luck, son.” His father placed a hand on his shoulder, grip tight before letting go and proceeding to leave the room.
The door shut behind him and then opened a few seconds later when two peacekeepers came in, ready to bring him to the awaiting train.
He wasn’t even allowed to see his mother, who just as strict as his father, had once showed him the warmth of a mother. Jeongin’s disappointment was immeasurable. His father’s demands were really all he got for a goodbye.
-
Hyunjin didn't cry. Despite being shoved into the train minutes after being chosen with his partner without even seeing his parents for the last time, he didn't cry. He was too shocked to shed any tears, much less feel anything apart from the numbness in his heart.
His partner on the other hand was sobbing loudly into her hands. Hyunjin recalled seeing her when he still attended school, Tzuyu was her name. Even going as far as liking her before he discovered something in himself that completely changed his perspective. She had been crying since they boarded the train, being left in the waiting area by YG as they waited for their mentors.
“Well that's a perfect way to make yourself seem non threatening,” A voice called out, startling both tributes from their grieving. Hyunjin looked up and found himself gaping slightly at the figure in front of him.
Everyone in District 9 knew who Jinyoung was. He had won the games in a way that had cheated the capitol and all the tributes. Jinyoung had tamed the mutts that had been sent to kill him, he had gone under the radar not being found by the remaining careers. Jinyoung had then attacked the cornucopia at night with his mutts making him the second tribute to tame such savage beasts.
“Sooman will make you look even more vulnerable at the interviews like you're making yourself seem now, perfect strategy. I suggest you stop now though, because it gets irritating and crying won't help you at the arena.” Jinyoung’s cold words made Hyunjin shiver, the circumstances of it all settling in him. It left him with a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. Hyunjin was going to be in the Hunger Games.
He wasn't the only one who seemed to have a realization as Tzuyu had stopped crying abruptly, processing Jinyoung’s words and staring at him in shock. Tzuyu sniffled, wiping her eyes and calming herself slowly. She took a look at her surroundings, mesmerised. Hyunjin couldn't blame her. They were in a castle with wheels, more food than Hyunjin had ever seen in his life spread out on the tables and a chandelier hanging above them.
“Pretty neat huh? This is only a fraction of what you'll see in the capitol. Not everything is a luxury though, not after you've taken lives and earned materialistic things in exchange.” Jinyoung chuckled bitterly before taking a seat in front of the tributes, “So what can I call you two? To be honest, I spaced out after my speech so I didn't hear your names.”
Hyunjin hesitated before speaking up, “My name is Hwang Hyunjin.” He tried to calm his nerves as Jinyoung looked at him with a calculating gaze, humming in approval before turning to the girl sitting next to him.
“I'm Chou Tzuyu,” Tzuyu spoke quietly, refusing to meet Jinyoung’s eyes. Hyunjin stared straight ahead as Jinyoung looked and scanned both of them, standing up and sighing.
”Well I'll let you both get settled in your rooms for today, I'll inform Jackson of the developments. We arrive in The Capitol tomorrow so please be prepared to represent your district in the parade.” He paused and added as an afterthought, “I will begin advising you tomorrow morning so don’t oversleep.”
Hyunjin flinched as he heard his new mentor yell out a ‘oh jackson~’ playfully as he left the room, in search of what Hyunjin suspected was his second mentor.
-
The train was speeding toward The Capitol, the high-tech vehicle was so advanced that they would arrive by nightfall. District 2 was so close to The Capitol that the train ride would take almost no time at all. Jeongin supposed that they were lucky as many other districts wouldn’t reach The Capitol until morning, and for the farthest districts mid afternoon. Arriving so meant they would have more time to prepare for the parade.
Jeongin and Changbin were standing next to each other awkwardly as they waited for instructions on what to do next. Their escort, whose name Jeongin still hadn’t bothered to learn, had been cheerily babbling about the luxury of The Capitol and all the things they would get to do there. She was especially excited about the hotel the tributes would be staying in. She finally stopped when she noticed the unimpressed looks on their faces.
“Now, now, boys. No reason to look so glum, you’ll be in The Capitol tonight. It is such a wondrous place.” She chirped, “Until then, let’s have dinner, follow me.”
The escort made her way to the dining car, with Jeongin and Changbin following behind. Jeongin wasn’t sure where Jae or their other mentor had gone, both had disappeared once everyone made their way onto the train.
In the center of the dining car was a large table covered in more food than he’d seen in his life, despite him being upper class. Their escort took a seat at the head of the table and gestured for Jeongin and Changbin to join her. Hesitantly, Changbin pulled a chair from the table, settling himself awkwardly with his hands in his lap, much too nervous to touch anything.
The escort looked at Jeongin expectantly before speaking, “Go on, take a seat. Believe me, this is the last place you have to be afraid in. Leave the fear for the games.” Jeongin sighed slightly at her words before taking a seat in front of Changbin who looked like he'd rather have the earth swallow him than be there.
“Well it is time for me to introduce myself, My name is Jamie. I will be your escort throughout your stay in the capitol along with your mentors. If everything goes right, I'll see one of you after the games.” At Jimin’s words, both Jeongin and Changbin looked up making immediate eye contact. They'd have to fight each other. “I will be making sure your image stays intact and that you both are treated fairly.”
Jeongin had lost his appetite. He didn't want to be on the road towards certain death but he didn't want to go back home. The choice had been volunteer for the games and assure himself death or stay home in his district, seeing the disappointment in his parents’ eyes every time they looked at him. Jeongin didn't know which option was the best, but he had decided.
Now he was on a train, feeling the cold grasp of death in his throat that didn’t allow him to breathe, feeling at ease knowing his parents felt some sort of pride in him. Alive in death. Jeongin hadn't realized Jimin had excused herself from the room until he looked up, startled as he made eye contact with Changbin’s cold eyes, “Where did she go?”
“You fucking fool! If you had waited another second, you wouldn't be stuck here and not much attention would've been drawn to our district. What were you thinking?” Changbin had spat angrily, slamming his hands down on the table.
Jeongin flinched at the loud sound before speaking up, “What are you talking about?”
“You volunteered! I could've taken that kid's place instead of you. You didn't have to do that. Now the capitol's eyes are on us because you're a dramatic little shit.” Changbin finished his rant, breathing heavily as he glared holes into Jeongin’s skull. All Jeongin could focus on was Changbin saying he'd take Doyoung’s place. Jeongin couldn’t help but find it strange that Changbin was so desperate to be a part of these games. As far as he knew, Changbin was not a career who wanted to make their district proud.
“Why did you volunteer then? There was no need for you to volunteer if I already had.” Jeongin was so confused, “did you just want all the glory for yourself? You just had to be a tribute during these games. You couldn’t wait? There was absolutely no reason to volunteer for that girl before her name could even be called.” Jeongin was aggravated, Changbin had jumped on him for volunteering but the idiot had done the exact same thing.
“It’s none of your business,” Changbin snapped harshly, averting his eyes from the intense eye contact that they had kept throughout their argument.
Jeongin huffed, annoyed at the lack of response from the elder. “If we’re going to be together for long, we need to be civil and have trust in each other. “
Changbin seemed to hesitate, seeming more calm than before as he spoke up, “If I'm going to trust you with this, you have to tell me your sob story too, deal?” Changbin lifted his hand waiting for Jeongin to shake it in confirmation.
Jeongin chuckled before shaking his hand, “Deal. My story might not be as interesting or long as yours though,” Jeongin let go of his hand and settled down once again. He looked at Changbin’s slouched posture, judging him slightly. Who would guess this bad mannered, short in stature, guy would be one of the deadliest careers in his district?
“I volunteered because of my parents. They've always wanted this of me, to take our name high up in the ranks. I've been trained since I was six and every day that went by, I was never good enough. Never worked hard enough,” Jeongin smiled bitterly at the unpleasant memories of his father and mother telling him he was a disappointment, at all the blood he had shed in the training room, “I couldn't stand to hear another day of how much of a disappointment I was so I volunteered. Plus Doyoung is a kid, he can't have his innocence ripped away from him like this.”
Jeongin met Changbin’s eyes and saw understanding in them, perhaps even pity at how much Jeongin had suffered, “That's my sob story. As I said, it isn't very interesting or long. All the other careers experience it so I shouldn't make it a big deal.”
Changbin scoffed, “Only fucked up parents do that to their own kids. Don't beat yourself up for it, you're here now and it'll lay in their conscience if something happens.”
Jeongin smiled slightly at Changbin's bad way of showing comfort before speaking up, “What about you? What mystery brings you here?”
Changbin cringed as he realized it was his turn to share, “Well let me put it simply. There is someone that will also be in the games, someone who I'd give my life up for.” Jeongin perked up at the mention of someone else.
“Is it me? Sorry dude, we just started talking and we're heading to our death so it'd never work out,” Jeongin teased, taking pleasure in the blush forming on Changbin’s cheeks.
The older boy rolled his eyes, “No it’s not you. I volunteered because I'm not letting this person die. They're my sun with freckles and horrible jokes, I'll give up my own life for them.”
Ah. Jeongin understood. He had never known love other than the one he gave his parents and the lack of love he received. He had seen his parents share occasional kisses, but those looked more staged than the actual capitol itself. Jeongin didn't know love, but he was positive that Changbin did and was experiencing it.
Before Jeongin could answer, Jamie had entered the room once again, ushering the two boys to eat before they arrived at the capitol.
Based on the look Changbin had shot him, this conversation wasn't over.
-
Hyunjin woke up, startled. He took in his unknown surroundings, panic rising in his chest before remembering the day before and falling limp against the bed again. Maybe nightmares weren't only in sleep.
He was about to doze off before he heard a knock against his door and a voice, Tzuyu, call out for him, “Hyunjin! Wake up, our mentors are at the breakfast table waiting to begin. You have five minutes!” Hyunjin heard Tzuyu walk away, sighing internally.
Hyunjin lifted himself from the bed and found clothes sitting in a chair, most likely dropped off by a servant while he was sleeping.
He slipped out of his old clothes and changed into the cleaner, silky, capitol clothes that had been provided. Despite it being a simple attire, a white button down and black pants, he felt like somebody else entirely. The capitol was already changing him.
Hyunjin walked out of the room, feeling better after a good sleep. He ventured into the main area where he found YG, Tzuyu, his mentor Jinyoung and a new figure sitting around the breakfast table.
“Good morning,” Hyunjin said quietly, taking the only vacant seat next to Jinyoung and Tzuyu. “What did I miss?”
“Good morning to you too kid, we were afraid we'd have to pick another tribute to join us if you stayed in bed any longer.” YG said with a scowl on his face before the mentor he had yet to speak to shot YG a glare, successfully shutting him up.
“Hyunjin right? I'm Jackson. I'm here to help you both for your training in the games.” Jackson shot him a smile, taking a sip from his coffee before continuing, “Jinyoung has spoken to me a lot about you two. We have a lot of expectations for you and great advice to provide.”
Hyunjin and Tzuyu looked surprised at what their new mentor had said about Jinyoung. Hyunjin had thought Jinyoung had been judging them, thinking they would be easy kills but what Jackson had said sparked hope in his heart. Maybe, he could go back home. Silence settled as everyone continued to eat breakfast, having their own thoughts to entertain them.
As they finished breakfast and the table was beginning to be cleaned by the servants, most likely avoxes, Jinyoung had moved to sit next to Jackson so both mentors could face the tributes. The unsettling feeling at the pit of his stomach was beginning to return in Hyunjin as he shifted in his seat uncomfortably. He knew he needed advice, training, but listening would make everything more real than it already was.
Before he could make an excuse to leave the room, Jackson spoke up, “The basics that you need to know are pretty simple. If it's the middle of the night, you're freezing your bones off and are thinking about making fire, that's a death sentence.” Hyunjin shivered, his idea of survival being crushed immediately. Jinyoung continued on, “The light of the fire will attract other tributes, making you a clear target.”
Tzuyu leaned forward as she spoke, “What if you get hypothermia? Won't you freeze to death?” Jackson pointed at Tzuyu, a smirk taking over his features,”You have a very valid point and we'll get to that.”
“The arena changes every year, but something that doesn't change is that water has to be the first thing you find. Water will help you survive and will boost up your chances at survival,” Jinyoung spoke in a way that made Hyunjin feel both confident and absolutely terrified, “Back to the hypothermia subject, there is one thing that you need to have. Something that makes the difference between life and death.”
“Shelter?” Tzuyu suggested, fiddling with her hands nervously. Jackson shook his head. Hyunjin knew the answer the moment the Capitol came into view. The answer left him with a bitter taste in his mouth before he even said it.
“Sponsors. You need sponsors to survive.” Hyunjin said standing up and moving to the window to admire the view, Tzuyu joining him a moment later. The capitol was gorgeous, it was colorful and full of life but it didn't feel right to Hyunjin. It wasn't home.
“That's correct. You need people to like you, you need the capitol and gamemakers to love you. That is the difference between life and death.” Hyunjin couldn't tell who said it, but it still made him die internally.
As the Capitol people came into view, cheering once Tzuyu started smiling at them, Hyunjin felt trapped. Like an animal at a zoo where others admired him and decided if he lived or died. This was his reality.
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It was late at night when the train arrived in The Capitol. Though it was dark, it did not take away the beauty from the place. Jeongin couldn’t deny that it was stunning, but he had seen it many times before so it meant nothing to him. Changbin on the other hand was seeing The Capitol with fresh eyes. The neon lights on the buildings were colorful and blinding. Despite it being late, many people were out and about, either heading to a new party or leaving an old one. Typically the partying would be almost over this late at night, but today was the reaping and the games were soon to follow. This was cause for immense celebration.
There were crowds around the station as the train pulled up. Jeongin wished that their arrival in The Capitol was more lowkey, but that wasn’t the case. Once the doors to the train opened, he could hear loud cheering coming from the citizens of The Capitol and was blinded by the flashing of the cameras. While he was tired, Jeongin knew that this moment in particular was very important when it came to the games. He had to make his first impression count for something. If he wanted to earn sponsors, he couldn’t come off as a tired, unbothered, rich kid career.
As they stepped off the train, Jeongin put a smile on his face. His smile was innocent, the people in the crowd couldn’t help but coo at the sweet boy from District 2. His braces added to the image, making him seem younger than he was. Getting everyone to believe that he was a wholesome boy who only wanted to make his district proud was his goal, and he was doing a pretty good job accomplishing it so far.
Changbin on the other hand had his signature frown on his face. He looked extremely disgruntled and annoyed. He looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there. Jeongin figured he wasn’t worried about gaining sponsors, he was probably more concerned about protecting his mystery person. As they walked onto the platform that lead to the main tribute center, Jeongin saw the disapproving glances thrown at Changbin because of his uninterested expression.
Jeongin saw his parents in the people's gaze, he couldn't stand that look. He had been the target of that look for sixteen years. Being quick about his decision, Jeongin grabbed Changbin’s hand ignoring the confused look he received in return, lifting their conjoined hands just enough for the capitol people to see them and cheer. Jeongin let go of Changbin's hand, letting himself be pushed all the way into the entrance of the establishment.
Once inside, their escort Jamie and their two mentors were already waiting for them. Wonpil clapped as he saw Jeongin and Changbin enter, "Nice stunt out there. It shows pride for your district and teamwork, something that has been lacking for the district two tributes lately,” Wonpil then turned to Changbin, pointing at him as he spoke,”You have to smile more.”
“His lack of smile doesn't affect him though. On the contrary, I would say it helps him, makes him look mysterious. It makes you look desirable,” Jae said, gesturing at Changbin, "You just have to keep a neutral facade, don't look so bummed out.”
Their brief conversation was stopped as Jamie had joined them once again, announcing that the floor for District 2 was ready. Jamie led them to an elevator, pressing level two once everyone was inside. The silence was filled by the hushed conversation the mentors were having, "I heard tributes from 1, 3, and 4 have arrived.”
Jeongin saw Changbin's head shoot up once District 1 was mentioned, but covered it by coughing into his arm. He shot Changbin a questioning glance that made the elder avert his eyes to the roof. Jeongin remembered the mystery person Changbin had told him about, the reason he had volunteered.
The elevator doors opened to reveal a luxurious apartment, filled with comfortable looking sofas and chandeliers hanging above. The floor was carpeted a royal blue, a table filled with more snacks than the one on the train. A bar with what Jeongin believed were alcoholic beverages was placed near the window. The window showed the beautiful city lights of the capitol, a city that rustled with life and excitement as the games approached.
Once everyone stepped out of the elevator, Jamie’s cheery voice filled the apartment, "This will be your home for the next couple of days. Feel free to eat or drink any beverages at your disposal. Your rooms are located in the west hall, each door holds your name so you won't be confused,” Jamie gestured to a dimly lit hall, decorated with paintings, "For tonight, you can go to your room and rest, the other tributes will arrive tomorrow. That’s when the fun begins.”
Jeongin nodded despite not hearing half the things she was saying, only focused on the fact he would finally rest and hopefully never wake up, "Go on now. Clothes are in the closet so you can change into something more comfortable. Someone will wake you up early tomorrow to prepare for the tribute parade,” Jamie shooed them towards the hall like a mother would to her children, "Sleep well!”
Jeongin walked hurriedly, desperate to have time for himself. Changbin trailed behind him, shaking his head. Jeongin stopped at the door that had his name and opened it, ready to lock the world out for one night before Changbin’s voice stopped him, "If someone asks you tomorrow where I was, tell them I stayed in your room because you had nightmares. Got it?”
The way he had said the words let Jeongin know that he couldn't refuse. "Got it captain, sleep well,” Jeongin was about to close the door before he turned back one last time, his voice teasing as he spoke. "Tell them I send my regards.” Jeongin only heard Changbin curse him out as he closed his door. He let his head thump forward into the door, closing his eyes. Out of all the ways his day could've gone, this way was the one he least expected.
Jeongin opened his eyes, scanning his temporary room. There was a king sized bed with two nightstands on each side, the floor was carpeted royal blue like the rest of the apartment. There was a loveseat placed near the window with a small coffee table in front. The decorations matched, not too extravagant but not too simple. He moved to the closet, finding several clothes of all colors, his eyes only zeroing on the pajamas. Jeongin couldn't wait until he fell asleep.
He changed quickly, choosing to leave his used clothes on the loveseat before getting into bed. Jeongin closed his eyes, pushing thoughts of the games and other tributes to the back of his mind before letting exhaustion finally wear him out.
-
Changbin waited. He waited until all the lights in the living room had gone out, and an hour after that. He knew what he was about to do was risky, that it'd risk his safety and his lover’s safety but Changbin had to see him.
At first he hadn't been so keen on telling Jeongin his troubles, why he had volunteered but if he didn't tell anyone he felt like he would explode. Changbin had been surprised at the younger boy’s story, the bitterness in which he had spoken. Everyone in District 2 feared Jeongin's family, the power they held. In turn, everyone feared Jeongin and the skills he showed during training. All Changbin knew about Jeongin was that despite his innocent looks, he was deadly in combat.
Changbin slipped out of bed and walked to the door, leaning his ear into it. He opened it quietly, making sure no one was outside. He was met with darkness, the only light source being the ones that entered through the window from the city. He carefully slipped on his shoes and closed his door as quietly as he could. To hell with everything, if he got caught and punished, at least he was doing it for a good reason.
When he was near the elevator, about to press the button that opened it, Changbin swore his soul left his body. He heard a noise coming from the living room, turning around and finding Wonpil seated by the bar, drink in hand. “Going somewhere, Changbin?”
Fear crept into his heart, stepping away from the elevator, “I just needed fresh air, that’s all. I feel choked up here.”
Wonpil regarded him with a suspicious look, sighing and shooing him away with a wave of his hand, “Just don’t take too long, I can only cover for you for so long. If you’re not back in ten minutes, the peacekeepers will go looking for you and they’re not as nice as I am.”
Changbin nodded quickly, a fleeting smile passing through his lips, “I understand, thank you.” He pressed the button and prayed to whatever deity was listening that it would hurry before Wonpil had the chance to change his mind. As soon as the doors opened, he hurried in and pressed the button that led to the roof.
Despite not having spoken to his lover since the reaping, Changbin knew him too well and knew that he wouldn't miss such a pretty view of the capitol even if it cost him his life. What better way to see that view than on the roof.
Changbin felt anxious as he opened the door to the roof. He knew what was going to happen and dreaded it immensely. It didn't take him long to find who he was looking for. Changbin took slow and steady steps to the blonde haired boy, cautious to not startle him.
“You remember how we met?” Felix's voice pierced the peaceful silence Changbin wanted to remain in, "You remember how much you absolutely hated my district?” Felix turned to Changbin, a sad smile playing on his lips.
Of course Changbin remembered. The moment he met Felix was by far his favorite memory but the worse one. His father had once been the district official like Jeongin’s dad. He never joined his father on trips to the Capitol because he preferred his home district. Changbin went once with his father to district one, he remembered his father dropping him off at the training center so he could learn something from the other careers.
Nothing had attracted his attention more than the boy with freckles and blonde hair. Felix had always been amazing with the bow, having learnt at a very young age and Changbin needed extra practice in archery. They were two pieces of a puzzle coming together in more ways than one. Before Felix, Changbin's goals were to make his parents and district proud in the games. After he met Felix, his goal was survival. Survive long enough to come together once more and never let go again.
His new goal was further supported as his father had been executed for treason and his mother taken into capitol custody. The riches his parents had earned had been left to him, but he never spent a single cent. The letters between Felix and Changbin only became more frequent after the new district official was placed in charge, fear rising in their hearts at the possible knowledge they wouldn't make it. Now years later, here they were. On a road that held certain death for one of them.
“I could never forget even if I wanted to,” Changbin muttered quietly, memories rushing back to him in a blur. He grasped one of Felix's hands on his own, holding on for dear life.
The blonde boy smiled, "Good. I don't want you to forget.”
They remained in silence for a few minutes, admiring the view and never letting go of each other before Felix spoke up, "Why did you do it?” The question Changbin had been dreading finally came up and he couldn't help, but tighten his hold on Felix.
“I can't say I did it for you because you'll carry that on your conscience and I don't want that. I did it for myself, because I'm a weak person that doesn't want to see you get hurt,” Changbin began with a shaky breath, not wanting to face Felix, turning to face the night sky instead, "If something were to happen to you, I wouldn't be able to live with myself.”
“So you decided that putting yourself out there would help? What were you thinking? I appreciate your words, your sentiments, but what about mine? You think I'd want something to happen to you because of me?” Felix said, with more emotion in his voice than Changbin had ever heard, "I cried when I saw what you did. I wanted to kill you and hug you at the same time!”
Changbin hadn't realized Felix had begun crying until he heard sniffles from beside him.
“Felix,” Changbin sighed, hearing his boy cry was hurting his heart. “Please don’t cry, I can’t let you get hurt. I know that you would do the same if our situations were reversed.”
Changbin let go of Felix’s hand, wrapping his arms around the younger and holding him close. “Even if neither of us win, I would much rather die knowing I protected you with my life.”
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Jeongin woke to loud knocking on his bedroom door, he was annoyed and only wanted to go back to sleep.
“Jeongin! It is time to get up and get ready, you have a big day ahead of you!” Jamie’s voice sounded cheerful through the door.
Jeongin groaned and closed his eyes, prepared to fall back asleep. His eyes had only barely shut when Jamie started knocking again. He called out to her, his voice still raspy from sleep, “I’m awake, i’ll be out soon.”
Jeongin heard her heels clicking as she walked away from his door. He finally got out of bed and headed straight for the bathroom. Jeongin was used to luxury, but this bathroom was the fanciest one he’d ever seen, even when visiting The Capitol with his father, the place was never
this
nice. Jeongin figured it was because they wanted the tributes to live as lavishly as possible until their deaths. The bathroom had both a large bathtub and a shower. Jeongin chose to take a shower as it would be much quicker.
After his shower, Jeongin got dressed in the clothes provided for him. There was a simple blue button down and black slacks waiting for him in the closet. The outfit was relaxed and comfortable, but Jeongin knew that he wouldn’t be wearing it for long. The parade was tonight, so after breakfast, they would most likely be sent down to the salon to get ready.
Jeongin deemed himself presentable enough and stepped out of his room, closing the door as he went. He was surprised to find everyone, including Changbin, at the table eating breakfast. Jeongin took the seat next to Changbin, letting out a quiet ‘morning’ before servants appeared at his side with a plate of food.
“Today is a very special day for you both. After breakfast, you'll both be taken to your stylists where they will clean you up and dress you for the parade,” Jamie started, a smile of excitement gracing his features ,”The parade is the perfect place to branch out, meet other tributes like yourself, and most importantly, leave an impression on the Capitol citizens.”
Breakfast went by quickly, and Jeongin was dreading going down to the salon. With his father being very important in his district, Jeongin was used to being cleaned up by Capitol stylists. They would poke and prod at your body, telling you everything that was wrong with it. Hopefully, his stylist wouldn’t be too overbearing.
-
It was mid afternoon when the train from District 9 pulled into The Capitol. Hyunjin and Tzuyu were staring out the window in awe. Neither of them had seen anything as grand as The Capitol. The wealth and grandeur of the city was visible in the large shining skyscrapers and in the people walking down the street in their fancy clothes. Hyunjin had always wished his family were as well off as these people, maybe if he won the games, they could be. And even if he didn’t know how good his chances were, he at least had to hope, right? There was no use resigning himself to an easy death, he had to try to win. If not for himself, then for his family.
Soon enough, the train pulled up in front of a grand building where they'd be training and staying in. Hyunjin recalled Jinyoung mentioning their stylist, claiming he was one of the best ones in the Capitol. He really hoped it was true, he was dreading to see his costume for the night.
YG left the train first, stepping on the platform as he gave the public a smile. Jinyoung and Jackson were next, the crowd’s cheer growing as they saw their victors. The peacekeeper at the door gestured for both tributes to go next and leave the train.
Hyunjin was feeling nervous at what reaction they were going to receive. Tzuyu must have felt the same way as he did because she took his hand in hers, startling Hyunjin. “We're in this together yeah? They'll love us,” Tzuyu said with a small smile, before stepping out of the train dragging Hyunjin with her.
Hyunjin couldn't see much, cameras flashing everywhere but he was able to manage a smile for the citizens. Tzuyu seemed to be doing well herself as she waved with her free hand. They were pushed into the building, the flashes getting more intense and the ringing in his ears making him almost stumble on his feet. The only thing grounding him was Tzuyu’s hand in his.
Once they were shielded away from the capitol's eyes and in the building, Hyunjin and Tzuyu let go of their grip on each other. They joined their mentors, but were quickly moved to an elevator. YG began explaining what was going to happen, leaving no room for argument, “Right now we will drop you off at the salon where you'll be cleaned up and dressed for the parade tonight. This process usually takes an extremely long time, so I hope you both aren't hungry because we aren't going to the apartment until after the parade.”
Both tributes nodded to everything YG was saying, knowing it was better to agree with the man. The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened to reveal a huge room with multiple beds, a simple curtain in between each giving some sense of privacy. Hyunjin and Tzuyu stepped out, the elevator closing immediately, leaving them on their own. A woman with green colored hair and long pink eyelashes approached them, “I assume you're both the district 9 tributes?”
At their confirmation, the woman gestured for them to follow her as she spoke, a slight capitol accent in her voice, “You'll be cleaned up by your own glam team and later styled by Taemin, for Hyunjin, and Hyuna for Tzuyu,” She stopped by an empty section, gesturing towards the room, “You can stay here and close the blinds while you change out of those clothes. A team will be with you in a minute. Tzuyu, you can come with me, you need a haircut.”
Hyunjin obeyed and closed the blinds as Tzuyu left with the woman. Hyunjin changed into the robe, discarding his clothes in a basket. He sat on the bed, careful to not show anything that would get him in trouble as he looked around. There was shampoo and soap in a desk, various types of devices that looked like they could torture him adorning the walls. Hyunjin could also hear occasional grunts of pain from other tributes outside and winced, knowing he'd be in their place soon.
The team finally arrived and the hours passed by quickly for Hyunjin. The circumstances of it all made the pampering weird, but he wasn't going to complain. His hair was washed and cut into something more stylish, his eyebrows waxed and a facemask to help better his skin. The waxing of the rest of his body had been painful, leaving him with red spots all over. His legs and chest had been left smooth to the touch. He felt uncomfortable with all the pampering.
Soon enough, he was taken to a smaller room where it was just him. There had been another bed where Hyunjin was told to get comfortable so he could dry. The stylists had then left, telling him to wait until his main stylist Taemin arrived.
Hyunjin had waited ten minutes max before a knock brought him to his senses, a young man entering and closing the door. Hyunjin had sat up as Taemin approached, extending his hand for Hyunjin to shake, “I'm Taemin, I'll be your stylist throughout the games.”
Hyunjin accepted his hand, shaking it before letting go. He spoke up in a raspy voice, from lack of use, “I'm Hyunjin, I assume you're here to make us fit in with the capitol look.”
Taemin had chuckled a little at his words, shaking his head, “On the contrary, I'm here to make you stand out.”
“You and your partner Tzuyu, will have to trust us. If everything goes well, this night will get you lots of sponsors,” Taemin said, a friendly smile on his face as he spoke, “Do you understand?”
Hyunjin nodded, causing Taemin’s smile to grow, “Well then, let's get started.”
-
Jeongin was amazed. Out of all the things he thought he would feel in the capitol, amazement was not one of them. He and Changbin had been taken to the salon after breakfast. As soon as they arrived, they were both separated and given to their own team. Jeongin didn't have much hair on his body so he was happy to hear the waxing wouldn't last too long.
The removal of his braces had been tricky, his glam team arguing that it was an essential part of his image. He had then been introduced to his stylist, Sunmi, who had promised to make him look spectacular. She had the final decision and ordered for his braces to come off so they wouldn’t inconvenience him during the games.
Now here he was, waiting for Changbin, as Holland, his stylist, fixed a few final details on his costume. Jeongin had caught a glimpse of his costume through the chariot and had found himself gaping at his reflection. Sunmi had mentioned something about his costume, using the word ‘gladiator’ a lot. Jeongin was dressed up in fighting gear, which looked to be too revealing for actual combat. Sunmi had added a golden cloak as a final touch, protecting some of his exposed skin. Despite his innocent looks, Jeongin looked powerful.
“That’s a pretty shiny material, I’ve never seen it in past tributes before.” A voice from behind him interrupted his thoughts. Jeongin turned around, finding a girl dressed in a toga adorned with golden accents. It reminded him of Greek styled clothing.
Jeongin cocked his head to the side curiously, “I could say the same thing about your costume, It's hard to guess which district you’re from when your stylists have ditched the concept entirely.”
The girl seemed taken back at his comment and the sharp tone of his voice. She was about to respond before a boy appeared next to her, taking her hand in his quickly.
Jeongin inspected them both, struggling to form words suddenly. The pair looked alluring together, their costumes matched in the most beautiful ways. The gold accents and accessories blinding anyone that got too close. It was clear their stylists had been going for the greek mythology concept as they looked like Gods from ancient times.
It was easy to guess that they were hoping to gain the favor of the Capitol.
“Making friends already, Tzu?,” The boy smiled, scanning Jeongin’s costume with a piercing gaze. Jeongin felt exposed suddenly, unconsciously pulling his cloak closer to his body.
The tributes stared at him in amusement, the girl speaking up, “Sorry about him. We’re from district 9, I assume you're from district 2?” The girl gestured towards his costume.
“You assume correctly,” Jeongin managed to find his voice, regaining his composure and staring down at the tributes, “I don't recall the district 9 theme relating to greek culture. I guess we know who the Capitol favorites are.”
“Says the district general’s son?” The district 9 boy spoke defensively. He tensed, glaring at the boy who continued in a snarky tone of voice, “You can’t fool anyone, you’re the one the Capitol is rooting for. Playing the victim will do nothing for you.”
Jeongin was going to reply, feeling shame creeping up his neck before a voice announced for everyone to get into positions. The district 9 tributes walked away without another word.
As he glared at their backs, the district 9 boy turned back around for a moment and shot him a wink. Jeongin felt his jaw drop for a second before promptly shutting it close, deciding to ignore whatever had happened during that encounter.
After a few more moments, Changbin and his stylist finally showed up. Changbin was wearing a similar costume to Jeongin’s. The two would represent District 2 well in their Roman Gladiator costumes. Based on the smile Changbin carried, Jeongin suspected he had done more than have his costume fixed.
Holland spoke up as Sunmi joined their side, fussing over Jeongin, “Your chariot is the second one the citizens will see. Usually, the Capitol maintains their eyes on District 1 and 2 unless there is an element of surprise which there isn't so you should both be okay.”
Jeongin and Changbin both climbed onto their chariot, careful of not ruining their cloaks. As Sunmi and Holland moved away, the chariots began moving. Jeongin felt his nerves rise up, managing a sweet, innocent smile as their chariot was revealed to the crowd.
Ways behind, Hyunjin and Tzuyu climbed their own chariot, mentally preparing themselves. Tzuyu was fidgeting with her costume as Hyunjin observed the other tributes. His eyes fell on the district 2 boys, children of former and current generals, as explained by their mentors. If Hyunjin had to avoid anyone in the arena, it would be them.
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Jeongin continued to smile even when his cheeks began to hurt. The parade had commenced with the sound of drums thundering in the background, adding to the feel of the scene. The district 1 chariot had been the first one seen by the capitol, the screams and cheers intensifying as the two tributes smiled charmingly towards the crowd.
After them, the cheers getting louder, Jeongin and Changbin were seen for the first time and presented to the Capitol citizens. They cheered loudly, admiring the two tributes that had been adorned by golden cloaks and accessories. Jeongin kept his smile and waved, his cuteness coming to use as the older folk cooed over him.
Changbin wasn't very far off himself, losing his cold demeanor and showing everyone a bright smile. He stole secret glances to the blonde boy in front of them, who seemed to have the sun in his smile. Both tributes made sure to leave an impression, trying to look as friendly and welcoming as possible.
Soon enough, the district 9 chariot entered the arena. Jeongin realized by the immense cheering of the name of the district 9 boy, his face taking over banners. The girl seemed to be using this as well, both tributes holding hands very visibly which lead to tons of publicity.
Chariots behind District 2, Hyunjin felt uncomfortable. His attire suited him well, leaving the audience with the desire of more being exposed. Hyunjin felt their eyes crawling at his form, the cheering confirming his suspicions. He could tell Tzuyu felt the same, her name being called out by what was heard to be older males in the audience.
Hyunjin took her hand in his, lifting their joined hands to rest on the rail of the chariot so everyone could see. A silent claim of her, of what was his, at least in their eyes. Tzuyu smiled at the gesture, squeezing his hand in thanks.
Hyunjin did nothing, but smile and hold Tzuyu’s hand throughout the parade, this seeming to be enough for the capitol as the cheers continued.
They rounded the arena and the chariots stopped. His heart became heavy, holding on to Tzuyu tightly. He felt terrified. He had seen enough games to know the President of the nation was about to speak to the tributes and even if he was one in twenty-two people, his nerves began acting up.
All the tributes watched intently as the President stood up from his chair, his throne built by the deaths of others before him, and approached the mic. With a quick clear of his throat and a smile, President Jinyoung spoke, “Tributes! We welcome you! Today, we celebrate courage and bravery, we celebrate your sacrifice, all for the coming glory of one among you. Happy Hunger Games and May The Odds Be Ever In Your Favor!”
Jeongin’s stomach twisted in fear, dread spreading through him at the President’s words. As the chariots drove back inside, he couldn't help, but let out a silent sob as the reality of things finally settled in him.
-
“That was truly either a well thought out strategy or a burst of jealousy. Either way, good job Hyunjin. You both are the talk of everyone right now, Taemin and Hyuna outdid themselves as well,” Jinyoung laughed gleefully over dinner, his good mood putting a small smile on Hyunjin’s face.
The parade had finished successfully, YG escorting them out of the arena and into the elevator. As they walked, Tzuyu had nudged his side, gesturing towards the scene ahead of them. The younger boy from 2 seemed to be crying in the arms of his own escort. Hyunjin had felt curious, but knew better than to ask so he let himself be pulled along.
Hours later, he had come together with his mentors during dinner to discuss the next activities. All Jinyoung and Jackson could talk about were his actions towards Tzuyu at the parade.
The Capitol had automatically given them the title of childhood sweethearts, the Romeo and Juliet of this year's games. By how much Tzuyu was cringing and looking embarrassed, she hated it as much as he did.
YG seemed to notice the discomfort of the young tributes so he quickly changed the subject, “The activities for tomorrow are simple. You'll both be woken up early and be escorted downstairs to the training center. Tomorrow is all about mingling with your fellow tributes and being advised and tested by combat experts.”
“The next couple of days will be very important. Sponsors might be the one thing you need, but allies also make a huge difference. You need to make sure the person you form an alliance with won’t stab you in the back when no one is watching,” Jackson sobered up, his features becoming grim.
Jinyoung kept on smiling, his teasing nature never leaving, “We’ll make sure to study and find out information to further advise you on the tributes. Focus on making a good impression on the combat experts more, they're the ones that have a say on your final training score.”
“Do you think either of us have a chance at winning these games?” Tzuyu's voice was hesitant as she spoke. Hyunjin looked up and saw Jinyoung staring at him, a strange look in his eye.
“It’s not up to what we believe. It all depends if you classify yourself as a winner or a loser. Training to win or training to die. It’s up to both of you.” Jackson responded, determination dancing in his eyes. Granted that was something he lived by.
-
Jeongin felt ashamed. He had broken down as soon as the parade had finished. Thankfully, no one except other curious tributes and his team had seen him cry while holding on to Jamie as tight as he could. Jeongin hadn’t let go of her until they had arrived at the apartment. That had been three hours ago and he had locked himself in his room since then.
He felt ashamed and wanted the earth to swallow him whole. Jeongin couldn't think of how much of a weakling he had made himself seen in front of his mentors and his teammate. Jamie had tried to get him to come out of his room but he wouldn't budge.
Jeongin would have laid in his misery for longer had it not been for the aggressive knocking on his door and a voice speaking up, “You can either stay there, sulking like a child or come out here and listen to the words of our mentors. Your choice.”
Jeongin hesitated before standing up and dragging himself to the door, opening up to see a scowling Changbin, “Cheer up kid, we all cry, it's normal. You don't have to sulk because of it.”
Jeongin smiled a little before closing the door and following Changbin to the living room where his mentors and escort had gathered. He guessed he owed them an apology.
As Changbin settled next to Jae, Jeongin sighed and bowed quickly, “I'm sorry for my breakdown earlier and for acting childish. Time is of the essence and I wasted a lot of ours.”
Wonpil smiled, “Don’t worry about it Jeongin, we all have certain days and maybe today was yours. As long as you stay with us right now and listen, you can sleep soon.” Jeongin took a seat next to Jamie, her hand grasping his in a sign of comfort.
“Both of you have an important day ahead tomorrow. You'll commence training with other tributes, this is where you need to show your skills. The parade today wasn't meant for anyone else other than sponsors. What matters is leaving an impression on the people that determine your final score and potential allies you can have. The next days to come are your last chance." Jae spoke up, his words leaving a chill in Jeongin’s spine. He turned to look at Changbin, who nodded at him. A confirmation that perhaps Jeongin wouldn't be so alone in the training center.
“Make sure to not get into conflict or arguments with the other tributes. Leave the fighting for the arena and most importantly, leave an impression, a good one.”
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
The tributes awoke before sunrise, their mentors and escorts joining them at breakfast. The atmosphere was tense as they would begin training for the games. The commodities and pampering being left for dinner and breakfast. Everyone felt worried, the mentors accompanying the tributes to the doors that led to the training center and urging them in with encouraging words.
The training center was filled up with weapons by the thousand, climbing areas and shooting ranges. Weights and exercise machines spread throughout the area. There was also a window where people in suits observed the tributes come in two by two.
The experts were at the front, as they waited for everyone to join them. They looked ready for training as they were suited up in battling gear, observing and making predictions. Eventually, every tribute was crowded in front of the mentors, looking anxious and waiting for instructions.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the training center. This will be the place where you'll train until you bleed and bleed until you're ready for the games. In two weeks, 21 of you will be dead and one of you will be alive. First, there will be no fighting between the tributes, you will have more than enough time for that in the arena. Don’t ignore the survival stations, exposure can kill just as easily as a knife.” One of the trainers spoke, her cold words sending a chill down everyone's spine. The experts spread, each to their own stations, calling out names of where each tribute would be.
As the day went on, the tributes rotated their stations, learning more as time went on. Rivalries and fights were beginning as tributes from districts 7 and 5, Hwall and Chenle, began fighting. The experts proceeded to kick them out for the day. The people in suits only laughed at the spectacle.
Jeongin and Changbin had stuck together the whole day, looking out for each other when no one noticed. That's when Jeongin met the mystery sunshine Changbin was so enthralled with. After the fight had occurred, the mentors had called free training where the tributes could work on any skill they wanted as long as they kept training. That’s where things had gotten interesting.
Changbin and Jeongin had been at the archery rank before loud chatter had distracted them. Jeongin turned, seeing the tributes crowding around the combat area, some laughing regardless of the horrifying situation they found themselves in,
“What are they doing?” Curiosity slipped into Jeongin’s questioning tone.
Changbin grinned, “It seems two tributes are about to fight,” He shook his head, turning back to the bow at hand, “Let them be, let's keep training.”
Changbin should've known better and realized that someone like Jeongin would never follow orders. He sighed as Jeongin blinked slowly at him before walking to the crowd, eyes scanning everyone around him. Changbin was determined to train and was going to continue to do so before he felt a body slamming into him, knocking the air out of him. He turned, glaring at the attacker, “What the hell was that!”
Jeongin pulled on his arm, eyes filled with panic, “I-I think you might be interested in this fight,” He pulled on his arm again. Changbin, though small, was strong and shrugged the boy off.
“I don't care for petty fights Jeongin and I advise you don't either. Fools who run their mouths wind up dead,” He turned back, preparing his bow and arrow before he felt sharp cool metal graze his neck lightly, tensing up at the all too familiar feel.
Changbin turned slightly, eyes meeting with Jeongin's cold and menacing ones, “You either come willingly or I make you,” Changbin dropped the bow, chuckling lightly and turning, the younger boy scowling.
Jeongin kept a firm hold on him, pressing the knife into his back lightly so he made sure Changbin wouldn't turn back again. Though as soon as they arrived at the scene, he knew the knife would no longer be needed as Changbin's eyes widened, horror and anger passing through them.
The two tributes, Felix and Eric, had bruises over their faces and hands yet neither seemed to want to give in. Jeongin watched almost amusedly as his fellow tribute pushed past the crowd, separating the two boys and pushing Eric a lot more harsher than he did Felix. The atmosphere changed immediately.
What had been a meaningless fight had changed to something dangerous, something with a purpose that the mentors had to intervene. The purpose however, didn't seem to click for anyone, which relieved Jeongin. He was able to see past all the bruises and cuts Changbin had caused.
While he had pushed both boys away, punched and rendered them to the floor with a sweep of his legs, Jeongin had seen the worried glance he had shot the blonde boy. Before any more damage could be done, all three boys had been stopped and escorted out of the training center.
Figures. Jeongin rolled his eyes, a petty fight had caused the three of them to lose a day of training. He knew Changbin was skilled in battle and the other two were from rich districts so he wasn't worried for their sake.
Jeongin was worried for himself.
-
Training seemed to pass quickly, no more fights occurred after a threat from the mentors. Changbin returned to Jeongin's side the next day and pretended he didn't hear the younger’s teasing about the district 1 tribute.
Everything would have gone smoothly if not for the last day, the toughest one as the tributes tried their best to train and learn as much as they could before the games.
Jeongin had been at the ropes, climbing and timing his speed. He knew it would be a rookie mistake if he didn't know how to climb a damn tree while labeling himself as a career. The fastest time, seven seconds, had gotten him almost at the top of the rope before a voice disrupted him, “You know, they don't see you as a threat.”
He would have fallen off in surprise, if it wasn’t for the strong grip that threatened to make his hands bleed out. Despite encountering the boy only once, Jeongin recognized him immediately, the mocking evident in his tone. He called out, “Good, I was hoping they wouldn't.”
He heard a scoff, but he didn't dare look down. The boy called back once more, “You know, for being a career, you have awful manners. It’s improper to hold a conversation like this.”
“It is also improper to send children to their deaths yet here we are,” Jeongin breathed out, climbing down after being chastised . The boy seemed to find his remark hilarious, throwing his head back and laughing. Jeongin stepped down and faced the boy who seemed to be sobering up from his fit of giggles.
Jeongin rolled his eyes, walking to the electronic card display that would test his knowledge in herbal survival. The boy followed, watching from the side as Jeongin scanned and matched, one or two errors occasionally made.
As the game finished, the boy spoke again, “I'm Hyunjin, district 9. I assume you don't expect a handshake, we'll be at each other's throats in a few days,”
Jeongin raised an eyebrow, leaning back on the game table and crossing his arms, “I’m Jeongin, but I’m sure you already knew that.”
Hyunjin had the decency to look sheepish, fiddling with his hands, “Look, I just wanted to apologize for what I said at the parade. We all have different circumstances and it wasn’t right for me to make assumptions about you.”
Jeongin looked him up and down for a moment, meeting his gaze at last, “I don’t see why you’re apologizing, like you said, we’ll be against each other soon. Let the talking happen in the arena.”
He walked away without another word.
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Later that night, Jeongin would think back to all the tributes and how no one shot a glare or a threatening gaze his way. They didn't see him as a threat, like Hyunjin had said. Maybe it was time to change that.
-
The next day was just as eventful as the last few. They had woken up early and eaten breakfast, being warned by their mentors about the individual sessions to determine their scores later that day.
Jeongin and Changbin were from district two meaning they would be one of the first ones after Changbin's sunshine lover. Jeongin felt prepared, eyes scanning the somber and thoughtful expressions of the rest of the tributes as they waited in the same room together.
As he let his gaze wander again, he met Hyunjin's eyes that were dancing with amusement as they made eye contact. He was on the other side of the room and Jeongin couldn't help, but roll his eyes and look away. This seemed to amuse him more as a chuckle escaped his lips, covering it up quickly by coughing into his arm.
It seemed that the obvious threat made by Jeongin had done little to crush Hyunjin’s spirit.
His name was soon called, swallowing thickly as he tensed despite Changbin’s encouraging shoulder pat which did little to ease his nerves.
He was led to the training area, given clear instructions as he stepped inside. Jeongin looked around, eyes sharp and posture tense. He spotted the crowd looking down at him from above.
Jeongin felt his skin itch. He wasn't here to prove something, he wasn't here to die yet but he doubted that his ultimate motive was survival. He didn't know what he was here for, but he wanted to wipe the pitiful gazes away from the crowd and the tributes.
He approached the equipment, strapping as many knives to his body as he could. Arrows and bow in hand, he entered the shooting range. He heard the murmurs above, felt the judgement at his short stature. Jeongin prepared his stance and breathed out, “Yang Jeongin, District 2.”
As soon as the first target appeared, he saw red.
Jeongin couldn't remember much after, he could only feel the anger in his body. Anger at the gamemakers for doing this to them, anger at the sponsors, at his country and the people that once died and weren't able to defeat such a corrupt system. How they died and people feared revolting again.
Jeongin felt anger at his father for putting him through this and training him to be a killer and he felt anger at himself for being so good at killing.
As he returned to his senses, he looked around and saw the targets glitching and pierced heavily by knives and arrows. Each target was supposed to be hit and reappear with no damage, but as he looked around, the targets had been striked so many times that they had taken too much damage to function properly.
In simple terms, they had been completely destroyed.
Jeongin almost felt bad for ruining capitol equipment but they ruined his life. An eye for an eye and Jeongin would take what he could get.
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“You ruined the freaking machines kid, they barely worked once I entered. I can't imagine tributes from districts like 10 much less 11 using them,” Changbin was glaring at him but he ruffled the younger boy's hair affectionately.
Jeongin whined slightly, pushing Changbin’s hand away and focusing on calming his anxiety. His heart was racing and his hands were clammy. Their scores would be revealed in a matter of minutes.
He had expected a scolding from his mentors, but all he had received had been cheerful smiles and laughs. Changbin had stared wide eyed as soon as they had reunited, asking him what he had done that had caused the equipment to malfunction.
Everyone had rejoiced except Jeongin, his anxiety eating at him in regards to his score. Nevertheless, his mentors and stylists sat around him, excited murmurs being exchanged.
Changbin gripped his hand, a silent encouragement to each other. No matter the score, they were allies, friends and would be in this together.
The capitol logo appeared on the TV, everyone quieting down and listening intently. As the host, Lee Sooman began talking about the requirements for a good score, Jeongin realized why Changbin looked so tense. District 1 would be first.
“District 1, tribute Lee Felix,” Lee Sooman looked down at his paper, the atmosphere tense, “With a score of 10.” Jeongin felt Changbin’s hand in his go slack, a sigh leaving the older boy's lips.
“Haye Olivia, with a score of 9,” The camera flashed the faces of the tributes, Jeongin's eyes widening and smiling at the innocent look from the blonde boy, Felix. Such a high score and such a pretty smile.
He would've drowned out the rest of the programming if not for his name being called. Jeongin felt his breathing stop as Lee Sooman spoke, “District 2, tribute Yang Jeongin with a score of,” He felt his heart rate pick up, grip tightening on Changbin’s hand, “The high score of 11.”
Jeongin wasn't sure if that was a good thing.
“Seo Changbin, a score of 10,” Jeongin turned to Changbin, smiling weakly and letting go of his hand. They both had a high score, including Changbin’s sunshine, and that was all that mattered.
However, when his mentors had declared a toast for their great achievement, he couldn't help but tune in as they called the scores for the district 9 tributes.
“District 9, tribute Hwang Hyunjin with a score of 9 and his partner, Chou Tzuyu holding a score of 8.”
Jeongin felt strangely relieved. It was nice knowing that he would be evenly matched if it came to a fight between them.
-
Hyunjin felt suffocated. As the day progressed on, preparations for their interview with Lee Sooman began.
Tzuyu and him had been taken back to their stylists who had dressed them up in gowns of silk, diamonds adorning their arms and hands. It was clear that Taemin and Hyuna wanted the tributes to look rich, luxurious.
Hyunjin couldn't help his thought process from pondering what would happen if he ran, would they cut his tongue out? would they send him back to his family? send whatever was left of him after the Capitol finished with him?
He shivered and focused back.
“You will be asked a series of questions, all planned out to the one goal in the capitol, making sure people like you,” Jinyoung spoke, a ferocity in his voice that let the tributes know he wasn't playing.
Jackson spoke up next, “Make yourself be vulnerable to the public, speak to them about your past. They will pity you and that is what you want. Don't worry about the others, they know how much of a threat you are, what matters is them,” He pointed to the crowd.
“You both can do it, we've seen potential, you can win those people over.”
As he felt the last diamond being glued neatly under his eye, he and Tzuyu were pushed forward and into the forming line of tributes.
He felt his nerves act up, smiling at Tzuyu weakly who looked gorgeous yet equally nervous. All that seemed to melt however, as he looked forward and saw the boy, Jeongin, speaking with a blonde boy and his partner Changbin.
The boy was interesting to Hyunjin, too distracting as he took in the fact that they'd be battling to the death in a few hours. In another world, another life, he could even see himself being infatuated with the younger boy. Hyunjin took in the boy's sharp eyes, his smile and how his hair had been slicked back. The boy was handsome, to say the least.
Hyunjin smiled, not mockingly, a genuine smile as the boy seemed to sense his gaze and turned to him. He was expecting a roll of eyes, maybe being ignored completely but the younger boy smiled back.
-
Jeongin's name was called eventually. He had listened intently to District 1 tributes, had smiled at the laughs Changbin had received for his charm. Jeongin hoped he still had his cute trait at least.
He stepped onto the stage, smiling and waving at the crowd. Lee Sooman smiled, eyes twinkling with charm as he spoke, “Such grace from the young warrior, everyone give him a round of applause!”
Jeongin kept smiling, cheeks hurting but forcing his eyes to crinkle, a coo coming from the audience.
Lee Sooman sat down, Jeongin following and trying to relax into the uncomfortable leather couch, “Tell me Jeongin, how's the Capitol treating you so far?”
“Compared to home? It's heaven,” Jeongin grinned, couldn't help the pride that blossomed in his chest at the laughs from the crowd.
Lee Sooman looked amused, “Really? Usually, that isn't a word many use I'm afraid.”
Jeongin kept smiling, “Not many grow in hell I see,” He continued smiling as Lee Sooman barked out a laugh, joined him even with a giggle of his own.
“A charming young man aren't you? What brings you to the games, since you did volunteer?” Lee Sooman steered the conversation, eyes sparkling still. Jeongin followed his lead.
“Idiocies, my father, many things but the most important of all include saving a life,” He looked out to the crowd as he spoke, a somber expression on his face. Lee Sooman caught on quickly, “You refer to the young boy I assume? The child?”
Jeongin nodded, “A child among many whom I wish I could sacrifice my life for,” He really did, he might have been putting an act but he'd be willing to give his own life for those that had lost theirs during the games. His purpose had been fulfilled.
Lee Sooman patted his arm, the crowd obviously sympathizing with him as they cooed, “You have a golden heart young warrior. One that has to live, to guide and inspire more generations to come.”
Lee Sooman stood up and Jeongin followed as they shook hands, “Best of luck Yang Jeongin,” The crowd cheered, flowers thrown at the stage and Jeongin smiled, “Thank you.”
Jeongin smiled one last time at Lee Sooman, he smiled as he walked out and met up with Changbin, the older boy pulling him into a tight hug. He felt the concerned eyes of his mentors on his back.
Jeongin kept smiling.
-
Hyunjin took a seat, charming smile on display as he spoke, “This is quite the grand place isn't it?”
Lee Sooman seemed confused, an indulgent laugh leaving his lips, “It is dear Hyunjin, I'm glad you took notice. Although, It seems to me that you’ve been getting the Capitol treatment yourself, isn’t that right, folks!”
Hyunjin laughed, fiddling with the diamonds and managing to unglue one from his hands, handing it to Lee Sooman, “Here you go, don’t get jealous on us now!”
“Ah! We do love a charitable star!” Lee Sooman took the diamond, pocketing it and turning to Hyunjin with a smile, “Now, a little birdie told me that you have found a certain someone, is that right?”
Hyunjin laughed, just as he had rehearsed, “You could say that, yes. Me and Tzuyu go a long way back, childhood sweetheart you could say,” He sighed, a grim expression on his features, “These games have brought us together, have made our feelings for each other more prominent.”
The crowd around them murmured in sadness and Hyunjin felt himself cringe internally. Lee Sooman patted his hand sadly, “I’m very sorry to hear that, Hyunjin. If it comes to it, will you sacrifice your life for hers?”
Hyunjin hesitated, a frown etched on his features as he spoke, “I’m torn between two choices, I want to fight for my little sister, for my family.” The crowd seemed to sympathize with him, cooing at the story.
Lee Sooman sat forward, eyes twinkling in interest, “A little sister, you say? Did you make a promise to come back when you said goodbye?” Hyunjin looked up, realizing that no one knew of the unfairness that happened in District 9.
He spoke up, “No, I couldn't see her.” The crowd gasped.
Lee Sooman furrowed his brows and hushed the disturbance in the audience, “Did she not come to see you?”
Hyunjin shook his head, “I was escorted to the train immediately, no time to say goodbye.” The crowd seemed appalled, some protests being heard at the cruelty of this.
Lee Sooman patted his hand, “Your sister will watch this i’m sure, why don't we give you a chance to say something to her? What do you think folks?” He turned towards the audience and was met with cheers.
Hyunjin looked into the camera, eyes glazing over with tears that would never be shed in public, “I will try to win Dena, for you and our parents. I'll live for you so you hold on to me, okay? I love you.”
“That was very heartwarming Hyunjin, everyone give him a round of applause!” Lee Sooman stood up and Hyunjin followed suit, smiling weakly at the audience, “Best of luck Hyunjin, and if you want my advice? Live for your sister.”
Hyunjin cried alone in the bathroom after the interview.
-
That night, the tributes tried their best to sleep as much as they could. Some tossed and turned, others slept peacefully. Mentors cried in the darkness of their rooms, the guilt making itself present in their chest, knowing there was a probability that the kids they had mentored would die.
Hyunjin and Tzuyu slept after talking a lot that night. They had formed an alliance, just them but an alliance regardless. Felix slept in his bed, wishing to have the comforting arm of the only person that loved him around him, finding instead a cold bed and an empty room.
Changbin and Jeongin shared a bed that night, both boys cuddled into each other, seeking warmth they knew could be the last for either of them. Jeongin had cried in Changbin's arms and the older boy had comforted him. In another world, they were brothers, even if they had only known each other for a short period of time.
Everyone slept or stayed awake. Regardless, the same nightmare plagued their dreams. The games would commence at the first ray of day.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
The night had been a restless one. Jeongin had slept in between Changbin's arms, sharing a bed and comforting each other. They had dined with their mentors and stylists, saying a final goodbye to those they wouldn't see the next morning.
It had been bittersweet. In a matter of days, Jeongin had become accustomed to the encouraging pats from Jae and cheeky smiles from Wonpil. The cheerful and comforting hugs of Jamie, even the ruffling of his hair from Sunmi. In a short time, they had become the closest to what Jeongin had for a family.
The first ray of sun came too quickly.
Jamie had come knocking at their door, waking Jeongin from his sleep. No words were exchanged, a somber look crossed Jamie’s face. She pulled Jeongin into a hug, holding on tightly. He melted into her arms, letting out a shaky breath. He was terrified.
They let go of each other and Jamie walked away. Jeongin suspected she didn't want him to see her cry. He turned back, hearing the shower and finding an empty bed. Changbin had woken up. They knew what they had to do, what plan they had as a team. It would be too hard to speak to each other now.
He walked out of the room, closing the door and making way to his own room where he saw clothes all laid out for him on his bed. He felt saddened when he realized Sunmi wouldn't be there to comment on how well the clothes fit and fuss over his hair.
As Jeongin scanned the clothes, he started nitpicking details from memory. The clothes consisted of army print pants and a thick black cotton shirt. He recognized the outfit as something a hunter would wear in the forest. The shoes were black climbing boots which gave Jeongin the impression that this wouldn't be a desert dry arena.
He sighed, entering the bathroom and stripping out of his clothes. He stepped into the shower, the effects hitting him immediately as he relaxed. The warm water helped soothe his muscles, washing away some of the anxiety he carried. Jeongin knew he couldn't take too long as he had to be outside and dressed soon.
Who knew if this would be his last shower so he was determined to enjoy it while it lasted. He allowed the water to flow down his muscles, washing away any pain from the bruises he had earned during training. For a moment, Jeongin leaned his head on the shower wall and closed his eyes.
He let himself imagine he was home, that this was all a nightmare consuming him. Jeongin’s eyes shot open. Home, what was home but a luxurious prison. He shook his head bitterly, shutting the water off once clean and stepping out.
As he dried his hair, he looked at himself in the mirror. Jeongin couldn't recognize himself. Clear skin, white teeth, deep black hair. The Capitol had changed him in less obvious ways but a change had been made regardless. This wasn't who he was.
If Jeongin survived, he hoped that next time he saw a mirror, he could see himself. That would be enough.
-
Hyunjin and Tzuyu had been separated. It didn't surprise him, but he couldn't help feeling slightly panicked at the prospect of being alone. It never settled well with him, but regardless he was escorted to the aircraft and assigned a seat.
As he looked around, he noticed that he wasn't the only one who had been separated from their tribute partners. He scanned the facial expressions of the rest of the tributes, most seemed nervous while others had a blank look on their face.
Hyunjin unconsciously looked for a familiar pair of eyes. He was slightly disappointed to see him being absent in the aircraft. He looked further at the tributes, eyes stumbling upon a dark haired boy. Jeongin's partner looked calm, relaxed even.
One would think the tributes would look as nervous as they felt. Hyunjin scanned the boy's face, his body language was also relaxed as the staff grabbed his arm and seemed to insert a vaccine in him in a second, the boy not flinching once.
Hyunjin looked away quickly once said tribute looked up. He would hate to make enemies before he even arrived at the arena, mostly with a career. He swallowed thickly once the staff got to him, gesturing for his arm.
Hyunjin obeyed, handing them his arm. He watched as the staff pinched his skin with a syringe. He didn't flinch, eyes widening at the bright insect-like tracker making way into his skin.
The staff walked away, making way to the rest of the tributes. Hyunjin was amazed, touching his arm and feeling nothing. The extent the capitol went through for these games was unlike anything Hyunjin had ever seen before.
The doors of the hovercraft closed as soon as the staff stepped out. Hyunjin braced himself, feeling the hovercraft starting to take off into the sky. Things were becoming more real for him and it was terrifying.
-
The tributes were escorted off the hovercraft one by one to avoid conflicts. Hyunjin was from district 9 which meant he was escorted outside as one of the lasts. The peacekeepers walked side by side with him, eventually arriving at a room and gesturing inside.
The door was closed and Hyunjin looked around, immediately spotting Taemin and his facade breaking. Taemin pulled him into a hug, hushing and comforting the young boy. He cradled Hyunjin, ignoring everything else.
They pulled away, Hyunjin wiping away stray tears and whispering shakily, “I'm scared,” He wasn't afraid to admit that in front of his stylist, his friend.
“It's okay, its normal to be scared, Hyunjinnie. I know you can do this, you’re strong and capable enough to win this thing and go home.” Taemin said, patting Hyunjin's arm in comfort. He turned, walking to a rack and picking up what seemed to Hyunjin as a rain jacket.
He stepped closer, wiping his face further and letting Taemin help him with his jacket. Taemin adjusted the jacket around his shoulders, bringing his hands up and squishing Hyunjin's cheeks together. The young boy smiled.
“I have something for you,” Taemin let go of Hyunjin's face and searched through his coat pocket, bringing out a small pendant necklace. He gestured for Hyunjin to turn around, the boy doing so and feeling Taemin clip it around his neck.
Hyunjin looked down, seeing a small gemstone with a number nine engraved into it. He touched it gently, turning around and smiling slightly, “What is this?” An automated voice spoke out letting them know they had a minute and a half.
Taemin pulled Hyunjin close again, hiding the necklace under the boy's shirt, “Every tribute can have a token that reminds them of home. This is yours, an aquamarine gem that represents your birth month and the number nine from your district.” Hyunjin could've cried again.
They pulled away, Taemin walking him to the tube and helping him on, “I believe in you and I'll be cheering you on Hyunjinnie,” He stepped back, the doors closing. Hyunjin hugged his jacket tighter around himself, staring helplessly at his friend once the tube started moving up.
Hyunjin let out a shaky sigh. He was terrified.
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The tubes appeared from the soil one by one. The sun was shining down menacingly, some having to do a double take and blink their eyes to adjust to the light. They looked around, faces ridden with fear but determination brewing in their chest, a will to live so strong that made itself present in them.
The cornucopia was massive. It was placed in the middle of an open green field, forest enclosing the area. Mountains loomed over them, the peak covered by what seemed to be clouds.
A voice seemed to be all around them, deep and scary as it counted down from fifty. They all looked around, spotting backpacks and weapons scattered around the field. Some made a mental note on who their first victim would be, others sent out a prayer as they knew they wouldn't live to see another day.
The countdown reached ten. The tributes took a readied stance, hearts beating erratically. Eyes zeroed on bags, eyes zeroed in on weapons. The countdown was down to five seconds, the voice being louder and clearer.
Hyunjin readied himself, hands shaking and eyes focusing on one person. Instinctually, Jeongin made eye contact with him.
Three two one, a canon was heard before it reached zero, someone had stepped off too early. The timer hit zero and the tributes ran.
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Jeongin ducked quickly, an arrow flying past his head. He let out a breath, eyes looking around for his allies. He saw another arrow fly past him, realizing he had a target on his back. He ran, eyes looking around and finding what he was looking for.
He bolted, hearing screams of pain and trying to force them out of his head. Jeongin saw a spear fly past, ducking and falling to the ground. He looked around, reaching forward and grabbing a knife from the waist holder of a fallen tribute. He turned in time, aiming at the person and throwing it with all his might.
Jeongin couldn't bare to see if it hit its mark or not, getting up and running to the cornucopia. He pretended not to hear the cry of pain or how the arrows stopped flying.
Kill or be killed Jeongin chanted in his head.
He made it into the cornucopia, finding a blonde haired girl pointing an arrow and shooting at an unsuspecting intruder. Jeongin shivered as he saw the body hit the floor. The girl immediately turned, an arrow aimed at him and spoke, “You’re Changbin’s partner, right?”
“Yes, you’re Olivia?” He was surprised at how rough his voice sounded, but he stood his ground. The girl let down her guard, gesturing him closer.
Jeongin approached her, ignoring the blood in his path. Olivia flipped the boy’s body around with a sharp kick of her foot, picking up a bag that had been on him and handing it to Jeongin, “These are for you, throwing knives. Felix and Changbin should be scoping out the scene as we speak.” Their plan was in motion.
He took them and followed her further into the cornucopia, arriving at an entrance where they had a clear shot. Some tributes could be seen scattering, trying to get away as fast as they could. Olivia smiled at him, “You don't have to shoot, we’ve done enough killing to get us a direct ticket to hell.”
Jeongin swung the bag across his torso, opening it up and finding throwing knives inside. He grazed his finger over the metal, shivering at the familiarity of the knife.
He closed it, looking up again and scanning his surroundings. Olivia seemed rather calm, hands carrying dried blood in them.
A rustle caught their attention, both turning and seeing a black haired scrawny boy running with a bag and knife in hand. Olivia gestured to his bag, claiming he had a cleaner shot. The boy was running but he wasn't fast enough so Jeongin definitely had a clear shot. He prepared a knife in hand, aiming and preparing to shoot.
Doyoung came to his mind and he found similarities between the two. Jeongin quickly made up his mind and threw it, the knife landing by the boy’s feet, making him let out a yelp of surprise. They watched as the boy ran off, disappearing into the woods.
Jeongin grimaced and turned to Olivia, “I missed.” Olivia let out a disbelieving chuckle so he continued, “I miscalculated, my bad.”
Olivia shook her head, “Okay Jeongin, you missed.” She ruffled his hair and Jeongin frowned, pushing her hand away and preparing another knife in hand.
They heard a canon go off, eyes widening and preparing for the worst. Jeongin's heart started beating at a ridiculous pace, thinking of Changbin and Felix. He heard a call of his name, turning and seeing Changbin running towards them with the blond boy, Felix. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and heard Olivia call out for them.
The boys made it to Olivia and Jeongin, slightly out of breath with bloodied weapons in hand. As they came together, Jeongin's eyes found Changbin's and they embraced. It was a tight hug, one that said many unspoken words. I'm glad you're alive, I’m glad you’re here, I’m glad i’m not alone.
They pulled away, and Jeongin smiled. He turned towards the other boy, patting his arm comfortingly, “I'm glad you're okay Felix.”
Felix tickled his chin, “I'm glad you're okay too Jeonginnie.”
Olivia smiled, taking her arrows and swinging them over her shoulder, “This has been a very moving scene boys, but we have to go hunting.”
Jeongin took a breath and nodded. The games had started.
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Hyunjin held his breath when the countdown ended, eyes looking around for Tzuyu. He found her at the other side of the field, running full speed to what seemed like a bag. He dodged an incoming tribute, knocking them down quickly and continuing to run.
He watched in horror as Tzuyu was knocked down, knife being held to her neck. Hyunjin made it in time, taking a hold of the tribute and knocking them into his knee. He heard a crack, the tribute falling to the floor. Hyunjin didn't realize what he'd done until the attacker's neck had blood, eyes blinked open but lifeless.
He heard a cannon and realized he had just killed his first tribute. His ears started ringing, body shaking and looking down at his hands. Hyunjin never thought, never realized how real things would be. How horrifying it felt to massacre someone as innocent as he was.
“Hyunjin, we have to go,” Tzuyu pulled on his arm, two bags in hand as she had stolen the dead tribute's bag. Hyunjin didn't listen, looking into the field where screams were being heard. Tzuyu pulled on his arm again, this time more forcefully, “We have to leave now or we'll both be killed.”
Hyunjin turned to her, panic on his face as he took one of the bags she carried, swinging it over his body. He quickly picked up the discarded knife, shoving it quickly in his bag. Tzuyu locked hands with him, pulling him away. They ran as fast as they could from the scene.
They jumped over bushes and fallen branches. Tzuyu lost her balance and tumbled down a small hill while Hyunjin tried to get her to stand. They continued to run deep into the forest, hands and arms with small cuts.
Tzuyu made him stop, pointing upwards to a tree, “Let’s climb to the top, we can stay there until the waters calm and then come back down and hunt for food.” She inspected the tree, swinging her backpack over shoulder and beginning to climb.
Hyunjin nodded, slightly out of breath and beginning to climb after Tzuyu. It was a difficult thing to do given they never actually practiced climbing at the training center or their district. They managed to get to the top, each propped up on one branch, backs leaning against the trunk.
Tzuyu looked down, a grimace taking over her features. Hyunjin reached over, taking her hand in his, “Don't look down, it's okay, we're okay.” Tzuyu squeezed his hand in response.
They were okay, at least for now.
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Time seemed to pass painfully slow for Hyunjin and Tzuyu. They refused to talk, only sharing hushed whispers in fear of someone finding them if they looked up. They stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity, that could’ve only been a couple hours.
The sun eventually went down, their stomachs rumbling every so often. It was too late to go hunting for food so they'd have to starve until morning.
Three hours must have passed after sunset, Hyunjin's eyes seemingly getting heavier by the second. Tzuyu's hold on his hand had gone limp, her breathing being the only noise keeping him awake.
His eyes closed, breathing slowing down and just like that, he was out. His body felt sore, the bark digging painfully into his scalp and legs. He ignored the uncertainty of the situation and let sleep overtake him.
Hyunjin didn't know how long he was out, it must've been a solid hour. Next thing he knew, he heard Tzuyu call his name, eyes opening in a bolt and realizing his situation.
Tzuyu was holding on to his arm for dear life, trying to keep herself from nearing the edge of falling. Hyunjin was hanging off the branch, his weak grip around the branch and Tzuyu being the only things keeping him from falling into the vast field.
He held on to the branch, pulling himself up as best as he could. The bark dug into his hands painfully as he hoisted himself fully. Tzuyu helped him, holding on to his arm until he was sitting safely back in place. She let out a relieved sigh, letting her head rest back into the tree.
Hyunjin shook his head, painfully aware of how close to death he was just then. He opened his backpack, pulling out the rope. "We need to tie ourselves to the tree so this doesn't happen again."
For a minute he thought Tzuyu hadn't heard him until a hand was extended towards him, waiting for the rope. He passed one end to her, wrapping it around his waist and passing her the other end. He felt her pulling on the rope once, passing both ends back to him so he could finish tying the knot.
Once they were safely secured in their spots, Hyunjin looked up into the sky and sighed. The dark night was almost taunting, no stars in sight. Back in District 9, many stars could be seen shining brightly in the sky.
"Hyunjin," Tzuyu's voice rang out in a whisper, pulling him out of his thoughts, "Look up, a hologram."
He looked up, the Capitol logo making his heart stammer in his chest. The hologram displayed tributes' faces, their names, the implication that they were the fallen ones on the first night.
Eric, Yuna, District 3
Sunwoo, District 4
Nagyung, District 5
Yeojin, District 6
Chenle, District 7
Sanha, Gowon, District 8
Hyunjin shook his head, leaning his head back and ignoring the painful lump in his throat as he recognized one of the tributes. The one from 7, the one he had
killed
. The guilt lay heavy in his gut, closing his eyes forcefully to push out the noise he had heard as he had pushed him off Tzuyu, the crack.
The horrible, horrible sound before all life had slipped past his eyes.
Hyunjin dug his palms into his face forcefully, swallowing down the need to sob. He felt a hand touch his arm, Tzuyu’s voice ringing out softly, “We’re doing what we have to do to survive, Hyunjin. It’s kill or be killed and we have families to get back to, okay? Don’t beat yourself up over it. You saved my life and I’m grateful for you.”
Hyunjin nodded even though she couldn’t see and took her outstretched hand into his as best as he could.
An hour must’ve passed before he heard it, voices walking past the tree where he and Tzuyu were hiding. It was too dark that even if the careers looked up, they wouldn’t be spotted but he still held his breath in fear of making any noise. He scanned them as best as he could, couldn’t help noticing the blood on the tribute from 2, as it covered most of his face and he recalled the hologram from earlier.
The careers were hunting and he could only do so much before becoming their prey.
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Jeongin slowly blinked his eyes open, a small groan leaving his mouth as the sun shined mercilessly on him. He slowly sat up, disoriented as he took in his surroundings.
He could see Changbin keeping guard outside of the cornucopia while the rest slept. Olivia was leaning against a boulder, curling on herself in her sleep so the boulder could protect her small figure. Felix was lying next to him, mumbling things in his sleep.
The day before hit him like thunder, grimacing slightly as he recalled the previous day’s activities.
the bloodshed, the pain, the fighting, the guilt,
the choked sound of the tribute as he sliced his throat, blood spattering his face, iron hitting his tongue.
Jeongin shut his eyes, trying to force the memories out of his head. He scrubbed his eyes harshly, black spots appearing in his vision. He felt a hand on his shoulder, flinching away automatically and feeling on the ground for his knives before a soft voice spoke up, “It's okay, Jeongin, it's just me.”
Jeongin turned towards the voice, Felix looking at him in concern as his shoulders sagged with relief realizing it wasn’t an enemy. He ran a hand down his face, a small smile gracing his lips as he stood up, “I’m okay, just need fresh air. You should get more sleep, though.”
Felix stared at him skeptically before smiling gently, “Don’t think I can sleep much here but I’ll try my best.”
Jeongin smiled at him one last time before nodding, approaching Changbin slowly. He stood side by side with him, waiting for the older to speak up first. Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait long before Changbin’s voice sounded in between the dreadful silence, “You hesitated twice yesterday.”
He tensed slightly at the comment but couldn’t respond before Changbin spoke up again, “Olivia told me you let a boy go as soon as the games began. You had a clear shot and you missed. I haven’t seen you miss a target since you were eight.” Changbin’s voice sounded far away, the ringing in his ears becoming louder by the second. “You hesitated on killing that boy last night, I saw it clear in your face.”
Changbin placed a hand on Jeongin’s shoulder, making him turn so they could make eye contact. Changbin’s face was a calm facade, his dark eyes clear and free of any indication that he was sentencing Jeongin to his death despite the obvious judgement in his voice.
Jeongin schooled his features into that of the perfect career, eyes sharp and posture tall. “You’re right, I hesitated last night. But I got the job done, didn’t I? I made a rookie mistake by letting the boy go but it won’t happen and I hope to see the same for you when it's time for us to face each other, no hesitation.”
He walked away before Changbin could respond, heart going a mile a minute as he went to the side of the cornucopia, the designated spot hidden from view to do their business. He had hesitated twice yesterday and it almost cost him his alliance today. There would be no more of that if he wanted to survive.
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“Right so our problem now is we have all this food but nowhere to hide it.” Olivia poked the pile of fruit and canned food with the toe of her boot, bow and arrows swung over her chest.
They were standing around, three hours after the blood shed and with about five hours of sun left on the clock. Felix hummed in acknowledgment, swinging his mace around as he contemplated the problem. If they left the food unguarded, someone would swoop in and leave them with nothing and it was too much weight for them to carry around.
“Do we have explosives with us?”
The three tributes’ eyes turned to Jeongin at the question, who was looking far off as he waited for someone to respond.
“We have some, yes.” Changbin replied, looking questioningly at the younger. Jeongin finally turned his eyes to the elder, a small mischievous smile playing on his lips. “I think I might have an idea on how to make sure the other tributes look in the wrong place.”
“And what happens to be that idea?” Olivia raised a brow in question, curiosity seeping through the edges of her tone.
“We need to dig some holes surrounding the area, make them think we hid the food there but have explosives waiting there for them instead. They’ll be too worried trying not to get caught by us so they’ll do it hurriedly and sloppily and then boom.” Jeongin made some gestures with his hands, mimicking the boom of a bomb with his mouth.
Felix smiled, clearly pleased at the idea of finally putting his pyrotechnic knowledge to good use. “What about the food? Where are we supposed to hide it?”
“I may have an idea but it won’t be pleasant to hear,” Changbin grimaced slightly before slowly explaining his idea to his partners. The obvious dislike for Changbin’s idea was apparent on everyone’s faces but it was worth a shot.
So they began to work. Changbin went to the surrounding area, collecting feces from woodland animals, trying not to gag at the smell while Olivia and Jeongin began to dig holes deep enough and big enough to deposit the explosives. Felix used his skills to activate the bombs, figuring the ends and outs as carefully as he could in fear of accidentally triggering one.
Five out of six holes were to contain explosives, the other would hold extra weapons that none of them knew how to properly handle but weren’t keen on leaving to other tributes.
Jeongin carefully placed two explosives, gently setting them next to each other so if one would be triggered, so would the other. He carefully pushed all the dirt back into it, patting it and making it look as compromising as possible.
He stood up, clearing off his hands of excess dirt. Olivia appeared at his side, seemingly done with setting her own trap and as he looked around, Felix and Changbin were coming from the side of the cornucopia, done hiding their food in a rather interesting place.
Felix spoke up as they regrouped, looking up in the direction of the sun, “We have about two more hours left before the sun starts coming down.”
“Shall we begin our hunt then?” Olivia threw an arm around Jeongin’s shoulders, grinning as she did so. They gathered their things, heading west side of the arena, about to enter the forested area that surrounded the clearing where the cornucopia was located at the center.
“I don’t hear any streams near us, so we should focus on finding water first and seeing who we find on the way there.”
“We should start making a count of how many tributes might be left, see who we should locate first and take care of them before they become a potential threat.”
“The boy from 4 had a good score, did anyone get to him?” Changbin led the group, backpack across his torso and sword held tightly in hand.
By the time they were deep into the forest, most of the sun had gone down and they found themselves surrounded by complete darkness. They walked in silence, leaves crunching under their boots and the trees being eerily silent.
They had heard an explosion sound, followed by a cannon in the first hour of their walk but no one acknowledged it, content in knowing that their trap had worked.
Jeongin focused on the sound of Changbin’s breathing in front, Olivia’s presence behind him and tried to collect his thoughts, refused to let them wonder too much.
A muffled yelp caught his attention, immediately turning around, knife in hand. A girl was on top of Felix, knife to his throat and suddenly things were moving too fast for him to keep up.
Olivia reacted immediately, shooting the girl down before she could do anything, kicking her off Felix.
He saw an axe fly close to his face and he was being tackled to the floor. He came to his bearings, kicking at his assailant’s legs, causing him to hit the ground hard. Jeongin climbed on top of him quickly, digging his knee into the boy’s ribs and holding the boy’s hands down with his other foot, holding a knife to his neck.
Jeongin was going to do it, he was determined to do it, end this boy’s life just as easily as his life was a breath away from ending. Just an inch to the right and the axe would have dug into his skull, ending his life quickly.
But as he looked down, taking in the boy’s appearance, he saw the same fear that he held deep in chest, reflected in the boy’s eyes. They were both scared, they were both boys whose lives had been taken by the capitol. He couldn’t be much older than Jeongin.
He came to his senses slowly, the noise around them had died down to a painful silence. He looked up for a second, seeing Changbin staring at him with a look of curiosity in his eyes. Other than the blood on his jacket, he looked to be okay.
“What are you waiting for? Do it, so we can keep moving.” He heard Olivia’s voice ring out behind him, could hear the subtle mocking in her tone. She had seen him hesitate once, probably thought of him as weak for not killing as easily as she did.
Jeongin couldn’t allow himself to be thought of as weak if he were to survive so without looking and with a quick swipe of his wrist, blood was spattering on his face and on his jacket. He heard a pained cry as he stood up but he refused to let it bother him, joining Changbin’s side easily. “Let’s move on.”
After they made it to the cornucopia a while past what could’ve been midnight, they walked over the detonated bomb, settling in for the night. He let Felix wipe his face free of blood, explaining that he had hurt one of the two girls of the group that had ambushed them but she had managed to get away.
Felix didn’t say anything, didn’t comment as a stray tear slipped down Jeongin’s cheek, merely wiped it as easily as he had with the blood.