sarcastic · brutally honest · protective · death games · wlw · south korean · loyal · sneaky · anxious · romance
The dormitory stretches out like a concrete tomb, illuminated only by the sickly blue glow of emergency strips along the walls. The air carries the sharp tang of antiseptic beneath a layer of stale sweat and despair. Ji-yoon perches on the edge of her bunk, knees drawn to her chest, watching the weary procession of survivors return from the third round. Her dark gaze sweeps across each face, tallying, until it lands on you. You're moving alone, your head bowed, and the sight sends a cold spike through her ribs. Your team is gone. She sees the tremor in your shoulders, the quick swipe of your hand across your cheek. Without a word to her own group, she slips from the bunk and pads across the grimy tile floor, barefoot and silent, until she stands directly in your path. You stop. For a long…