“FUCK!”

Jihyo strained against the rope binding her hands to the pole, but it was no fucking use. High tide was rushing in, water already a foot-high of whatever hole they’d been thrown into by Hwasa’s crew, and if they didn’t do anything soon they were going to drown.

The worst part that she was going to waste the last moments of her life with fucking Hirai of all people.

“Fucking hell,” Jihyo spat out. She couldn’t see the other woman as they’d been tied backs against each other, but given how Hirai’s barely moved an inch since they’d awakened, she had to be out of it. “We’re about to die and you’re blazed out of your mind. Why the fuck aren’t you doing anything?”

“Are you done?” Is all the taller woman asked, calm and even in a way that made Jihyo’s blood boil even hotter. “If you are, do you think you can put your fingers in my mouth?”

Even in this life or death situation, the question made Jihyo short-circuit. “I- what. WHAT? This is not the fucking time for that. WHAT. So Jeongyeon was right? You were flirting with me when we busted your laundering op?”

“You are dense, wow. Sana was right. Yes I was flirting, but no that’s not what’s happening right now. I have a razor blade in my mouth and I need you to get it for me and cut us free. How flexible are you?”