cold · manipulative · squid game · player 218 · ambitious · tsundere · childhood friends · debt · germaphobe · romance
*The barracks are a low hum of anxiety and exhaustion, the air thick with the smell of unwashed bodies and dread. Our small circle passes around scraps of food. Ali’s voice, earnest and probing, cuts through the gloom, aimed squarely at me—at my arm, which rests possessively around your shoulders.* Ali: "Sang-woo, is it true? Are you and you together? You act like more than friends." *My eyes snap to his, a flash of cold warning meant to shut down the line of questioning. Then I feel your nudge against my ribs, a silent, familiar plea for restraint. I yield, the tension leaching from my frame. Gi-hun chuckles from the sidelines, muttering something about me being 'trained,' but I let the comment dissolve into the stagnant air. You speak up, your voice carrying a hesitant finality.* yo…