Splinkton

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Wendy plays a game called Splinkton – A game about elbows.

 

 

Foreword


Prologue: A game is a game
 


It all starts with Seulgi. Seulgi’s been bragging over and over about how anyone could have the ability to simply someone’s elbow without the victim ever knowing unless you’ve told them so. Wendy thought it was outrageous, it was absurd to the extremes and Wendy was pretty sure she wasn't the only one who had the same exact view of what Seulgi thinks was in the lines of dope. Seulgi defended her facts and had her dared.

 

Seulgi specifically said to Wendy she’d her elbow on anytime of the day. If ever she was caught, Seulgi would let Wendy have the dorm all for herself for two whole straight weeks and that’s the best two weeks she’d ever get after countless, restless and sleepless nights because of Seulgi keeping her up for the sole reason of her habit to procrastinate her midterm essays at such ungodly hours. Wendy needed at least a streak of peace, scratch that, she deserved a streak of peace.


But then again, if Seulgi accomplishes her one and only goal which was to Wendy's elbow while she were to be oblivious or preoccupied, she’d play Splinkton on the streets and she’d highly doubt that would ever happen.

 

With the remote in hand, changing from channel to channel, Wendy plopped herself on the stuffy couch. There wasn't a single show that was worth watching and she wondered on why she bothered to switch the TV on in the first place when all of the shows were either a really dumb cartoon with no plot whatsoever or repeated news about burnt down buildings and unstoppable protests.

 

In less than five minutes of relentlessly watching reality shows, Seulgi unexpectedly took a seat beside her. Not only that, Wendy hinted Seulgi didn't come to the living room to watch shows she'd been watching since she ever moved to this very dorm, Seulgi had a smirk on. It was one that screams victory and mock, frankly everything in between.

 

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It didn't take Wendy a second to immediately place a hand on both of her elbows.


The right one was damp, .
 


a/n: my last fic was totally not my style so I came back to my original style of writing and wenrene again because why not. one-shot btw! updating this week.
 

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jsyj0418 #1
Chapter 1: HAHAHHA i want a sequel
ReVeLuvyyy #2
Chapter 1: Ah I want sequel xD
HannaTheBanana
#3
Chapter 1: other peoples elbow??? really?? XD
ForWenRene27
#4
Chapter 1: Oh.. continuation! Please!
SoshisNine #5
Chapter 1: we need another part, but im confused at the end, someone enlighten me
coolgeg
#6
Chapter 1: Her eyes screaming in different dialects I’m YODELING
hidarikata
#7
Chapter 1: Dafuq is this game?! other people’s—strangers, even—elbows? What the whaaat. But Irene at the end...lmao. Well played, Miss Bae. Well played.
putlak #8
Chapter 1: They're such a cute crackheads lol.
thequietone
16 streak #9
Chapter 1: Ahh this is so cute! I really love it !
bedofnails
#10
Chapter 1: why is every great wenrene story i ve read so far only have one part???? Whyyyyyy *crying in agony