We go inside this escape room.
Looking around this room. There's a door that needs a passcode to unlock.
"We need to find a code." Jugyeong said.
"You're one step ahead of me." I reply.
{This room looks unsanitary. Already unrealistic.}
I see a body.
"Is there any medical records?" I ask Jugyeong.
We search frantically for records.
Then I find some in like 5 minutes in a filing cabinet.
"Found it!"
I go over the records:
Kim Jung
Age: 64
Symptoms: Migraines, High Blood Pressure, Delusions
"How many numbers is necessary?" I ask Jugyeong.
"4 numbers babe."
"It's not his age then."
"What date was he admitted?"
"Uhhhh lemme see. January 1st, 2024."
"So a few years ago. Ugh, 1124?"
"Try it."
She puts it in.
"It's unlocked!" Jugyeong exclaims.
It led to a short hallway that was closed and
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Click!
The door shut on us and locked us in.
"There's still a password lock on it. I'll try it to open it." Jugyeong said.
She punched in 1124 and nothing happened.
"It has a different passcode."
"Dang."
We look around this corridor for something.
"I need energy." Jugyeong told me.
"What would recharge it?"
"You know."
We make out on the floor in our doctor and nurse cosplays.
"Thanks for the snack~" she tells me, nipping my ear.
"Alright let's finish this." Jugyeong was all ready to complete this.
We look around for something. Any numbers, any way to open that door and open the entrance door.
"I found something to pick the lock on the entrance door." Jugyeong said.
"Take it and put it in your pocket."
We search high and low.
The nurse manikin, we searched her ID. We searched for numbers on the papers on her clipboard. Literally anything.
Then Jugyeong checks the patient manikin.
He was just laying in a cart-looking thing.
I check the clipboard again. He needed oxygen.
There was an oxygen pump.
"I'll pump it in and you push his chest, we gotta try something." Jugyeong said.
We saw something come out.
"It's a plastic turd that's shaped like the number 8. How mature." Jugyeong says while laughing.
8. That's ONE number.
I check my ID card. It had one number, Nurse #7.
Jugyeong's number was Doctor #3. The manikin was nurse #4.
"So now we got to randomly pick the correct combination." I say.
"There's only 16 so let's try each one."
8734
Nothing.
7348
Nothing.
3487
Nothing.
4873
"NOTHING!" Jugyeong was already pissed off.
"We have TWELVE combinations to choose. It's not that hard." I console her with a hug from behind.
3784
Nope.
We try this a few more times. We eventually get it at 7483.
We go back into the first room and pick the lock.
"That was easy, but fun. It only took like 20 minutes." Jugyeong said.
"That's because they want you to speedrun it. Dowoon and I got the record in the cabin at 10 minutes."
"Dang! But I gotta say. That was a weird one."
"The puzzles aren't meant to be hard, just trolly."
"That's why we had to punch in 13 passcodes and go through a bunch of records."
"Yeah."
"I wanna come again soon. It was a fun little date."
"Sure."
"The billiards one is kaizo levels of hard. We only have one hard escape room a month. That was a medium one you two young bucks just did." The old lady told us after we changed.
"Ah I see." Jugyeong said.
{I WAS gonna make this escape room a side mission, but I was too busy fishing your memories.}
"Wanna have some boba at my place?" Jugyeong asked me.
"Sure." I reply.
"Ah young love, I remember when I was that young..." The old lady said.
When we get to Jugyeong's place
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"Hey Hyun, back already? What are you kids gonna do?" Her mom asked.
"Jugyeong wanted to make boba." I reply
"SURE. There HAS to be something else to it."
"Mom!" Jugyeong yells at her while beet red.
"You're so cute when you're embarrassed." I say.
"I love it when we're both really embarrassed when we get intimate."
"WOAH WHAT KINDA INTIMACY ARE Y'ALL HAVING?" Jugyeong's mom questions.
"75% kissing, hugging, holding hands. 20% talking. 5% getting hickeys or massaging each other." Jugyeong replies.
"So you're not repeating the same mistakes your dad and I made."
"I thought I was born when y'all were 19."
"In Korean years."
"WAIT. I WAS CONCEIVED WHEN Y'ALL WERE 17 IN NORMAL YEARS?"
"Yeah."
"Have you been going by your Korean age the whole time?"
"Yeah."
"So I was in highschool before I was born."
"That's one way to put it."
{Why can't Koreans keep things standardized?}
"Well have fun kids. You're dads are watching an association football game with their friends in the basement. See y'all later." Mrs. Keum said.
"Wait, this is where my dad goes to when he's off?" I ask.
"Yeah."
"Noted."
Jugyeong makes us boba drinks and we watch a dromcom. But an anime one, that's not obviously directed towards teenage girls but instead just depressed teenagers period. I've watched it twice before. But since I don't work til 4 pm and it's 11:30am, we decided to stream it.
"This anime doesn't hit the same when you're dating someone, you agree?" Jugyeong asks.
"Yeah. I remember this used to be my go-to depression show."
"I used to stream this then cry afterwards listening to industrial noise and drinking taro milk tea, without the boba, in my bed."
"I used to down a box of pizza to this anime."
"Yeah when you're not single this anime doesn't hit as hard."
"It really doesn't."
"Wanna turn this off and just chill?"
"What kind of chilling?"
"You'll see."
We slept together.
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BUT LITERALLY. No dirty things happened you disgusting morons.
{Thankfully it was wholesome snuggling.}
We literally fell asleep on the couch.
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My dad shook me.
"YOU GOTTA GET UP FOR WORK!" Including some vulgar Italian words in that.
"I hate being a dishwasher." I reply, in KOREAN. I only speak to him in Korean if I'm annoyed.
"Don't you speak to me in Korean like that."
"You woke me up."
"Y'all have been asleep for an hour."
"Fine."
He pulls me out of the couch. This wakes Jugyeong up.
"This was the first time I've ever fallen asleep with clothes on in like 5 years. Maybe I can do it." she says.
"Please do."
I gotta go to work which sucks.
{Prepare for a really hard mission soon}