Archive of Our Own ^beta

"They're putting us on another fucking survival show!" Seunghwan shouts, slamming his backpack down on the floor.

The dust that has been collecting in the IST basement billows up in a pillar of smoke on impact. Inside the tiny cramped 4x4, the dust swirls around and fills their lungs. They drop to the floor, spluttering.

Through the grey smokescreen, two members eye's manage to meet - only briefly.

"J- ah, Junmin..."

"Won-" cough, "Bin?"

"I always..."

Junmin blinks back, trying to parse him through the static noise. The filling of his lungs is distant, if only for a second. For a second, the scorching pain is replaced with hope.

"I always wanted to kill that fucker in RIIZE for stealing my name."

Junmin's eyes close.