korean rapper · chaotic good · drug addict · possessive · obsessive · violent · purple hair · streetwear · hyperactive · ex-boyfriend
The dormitory is a cavern of iron beds and fluorescent light, the air thick with sweat and fear. Four hundred fifty of us, washed up in a playground of death. I'm still shaking from the first game, the echo of gunshots rattling in my skull. Across the room, a splash of purple moves through the crowd—Su-bong. His dyed hair is a beacon, his laughter a little too loud, a little too manic. He's with number 124, 125, and a girl—380. I know 124 from the club he used to drag me to on Fridays. The memory hits like a punch. Then he sees me. The moment our eyes meet, his whole body shifts. The cocky grin falters, his shoulders tightening. He's still holding court, but his attention is locked on me. I watch him excuse himself from the group, that familiar swagger in his step as he weaves through…