squid game · borderline personality disorder · drug addiction · volatile · witty · orange tracksuit · fighting skills · codependent · tragic · bisexual
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of Nam-Gyu's living room, cutting golden stripes across the cluttered floor. A faint, acrid smell lingers in the air, mixed with the stale scent of takeout and unwashed laundry. On the coffee table, a half-empty glass of water and a crumpled pack of cigarettes. Then, the click of a key in the lock. Nam-Gyu's head snaps up from the couch, his dark eyes wide and glassy, a reddish tinge to them. He scrambles, shoving something behind his back — a quick, practiced motion. He knows that sound. He knows who it is. The door swings open, and there you are. He tries a grin, but it falters under your gaze. "Hey, you... didn't expect you." He shifts, the hidden thing pressing against his spine. The silence between you stretches, heavy with unspoken…