Gi-hun stirred to in-ho at the side of the bed, waking him.

"We have to go soon, sleepyhead." In-ho said, jokingly.

"Dont call me that.." Gi-hun said, sitting up.

"Ill be outside the room, come in when your ready." In-ho said, before walking out of the room.

Gi-hun sighed and walked toward the door, before stopping, he turned back and grabbed the fork he left on the nightstand, and hid it in his pocket. He took one last look around the room before opening the door and shutting it.

"How are we gonna get there?" Gi-hun asked.

"By boat, of course." In-ho replied, jokingly.

Gaurds suddenly walked in the room, and led them down the hallways and stairs, while they were walking, gi-hun tried to memorize the way to the hatch that led outside. But probably failed. In-ho followed closely behind him, watching him closely as they followed the gaurds, gi-hun could feel him staring at the back of his head, but ignored it, and continued following the gaurds. They eventually reached the hatch, before they climbed up the ladder. suddenly a gaurd grabbed gi-huns arms, handcuffing him again, gi-hun could tell what the gaurd was doing, because he had been handcuffed so many times by the gaurds. And he was, again.

"Really?" Gi-hun asked, looking at in-ho.

"It's necessary, isint it? You have tried to escape here, right?" In-ho asked, mockingly.

Gi-hun sighed, and let the gaurds handcuff him.

They opened the hatch, and led them through the island to the boat. On the way, gi-hun mentally studied the outside of the island, firmly watching every area, until he saw blood stained grass.

"Jun-ho.." Gi-hun mumbled.

In-ho looked over at the grass, and grabbed gi-huns arm and walked faster. He only wanted gi-hun to think about him. He wanted gi-hun to forget jun-ho.

They eventually reached the boat, gi-hun hesitantly walked on, in-ho doing the same, closely behind him. It was a small, but fancy ship, with high security of course. Gi-hun sighed and sat on a nearby chair, in-ho walked up to him and removed his handcuffs.

"How long until we get there?." Gi-hun asked.

"About 6 hours." In-ho responded, As a gaurd brought him a cup of whiskey.

Gi-hun sighed, and looked at his surroundings. He needed to think of a plan, but his hopes werent very high. It was unlikely in-ho would give him a minute alone, but he still needed to try, if he didnt who knows the next time he will be in public. He looked at the necklace in-ho gave him, it was so unique, gi-hun almost liked the necklace. Gi-hun looked back to in-ho, he was staring right at him.

"Find something else to look at." Gi-hun said, looking away.

"You like the necklace?" In-ho asked, amused.

"N-No. its just.. unique." Gi-hun replied, embarrassed.

In-ho sighed and took a sip of his drink, his gaze never leaving gi-hun.

Gi-hun must have fallen asleep, because the crashing waves jostled him awake, he anxiously scanned the room, and in-ho was gone. He let out a relived sigh, before he could get up, in-ho opened the door.

"We are here, follow me." In-ho said,waiting for him outside the door.

Gi-hun followed him out the door, and outside, the fresh breeze hitting him.

They eventually reached public streets, as soon as they reached the dock, in-ho grabbed gi-huns hand with a menacing grip, and they walked on the side walk blending in easily with the crowd. Gi-hun couldnt believe it, escaping felt so easy, almost like in-ho was letting him escape, but at the same time it felt impossible to escape, in-ho right next to him, and his firm grip on his hand a harsh reminder.

"So, where to?" In-ho asked, a soft, genuine, smile across his face.

"U-Uh.. hmm." Gi-hun said, looking around.

He hadnt left his motel at all the last three years, only to help with the search, he had no idea, and with the fact he wanted to try to escape.

"Ooh! Let's go to that arcade." In-ho said, pulling gi-hun towards a large arcade.

In-ho walked in, and immediately saw a claw machine with fake guns, walking straight over to it.

"We can get you one of these to practice for when you become the frontman." In-ho said, pulling cash from his wallet to try to win one.

Gi-hun sighed, holding his head in his free hand, frustrated. In-ho immediately put the cash in the slit and moved the joystick, winning one on the first try.

"How.?" Gi-hun said, his voice just above a whisper.

"I'm good at games, dont you know that? I run my own." In-ho replied, a mischievous smile across his face.

Gi-hun sighed and looked away, trying to focus on other things.

In-ho bent down to the prize box, pulling gi-hun down with him, with his grip on hand, and pulled the fake gun out.

Gi-hun sighed.

"Anything else you wanna play? Or are you only interested in the gun claw machine?" Gi-hun asked, a bit of frustration in his voice.

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