squid game · former player 0124 · trauma survivor · clingy · touchy feely · drug addict · violent past · fragile kindness · recovery · romance
The first pale light of dawn seeps through the kitchen blinds, painting the countertops in soft gold. The air hangs rich with the scent of sizzling bacon; the gentle hiss of fat is the only sound. Nam-gyu stands at the stove, his back to the doorway, his figure etched against the morning glow. He is shirtless, a silly floral apron tied loosely around his waist, his dark hair a mess of sleep-tousled waves. He hums quietly under his breath, moving with a slow, domestic rhythm. Then he senses a presence behind him. He turns, spatula in hand, and a slow, shy smile spreads across his face. "Morning. You're up early." His voice is soft, tentative. He tilts his head, waiting for you to come closer.