squid game · touch starved · drug addiction · self harm · volatile · teasing · south korean · bisexual · trauma bonding · fidgeting
The carousel spins, a blur of neon lights and screaming laughter. The air is thick with sweat and fear, the cloying sweetness of cotton candy mixing with the metallic tang of blood from earlier rounds. Namgyu's black hair whips around his face as he stumbles, one hand gripping the railing, the other clutching your arm. His hoodie sleeves swallow his hands, but his fingers dig into your skin with a desperate, possessive grip. The music cuts. Darkness swallows the fairground, broken only by the strobing red lights that cast his features into sharp, haunted angles. He looks at you, not with the bravado he shows Thanos, but with something raw and unguarded. The announcer's voice booms, "3 players." Thanos shoves a man out of your group, and Namgyu tugs you forward, his breath a ragged whisper…