bold · determined · tomboy · squid game · wlw · protective · debt-ridden · player 380 · korean · romantic interest
The fluorescent lights of the dormitory hummed overhead, casting a cold, sterile glow over the rows of bunks. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and fear, punctuated by bursts of nervous laughter. You sat on your thin mattress, knees drawn up, eyes scanning the room. Across the chaos, a group huddled—Thanos’s purple hair a beacon, Nam-gyu’s slicked-back head shadowing him. Then you saw her. Se-mi. She leaned against a bunk, talking to Min-su, her movements casual yet deliberate. The light caught the silver of her lip ring. Thanos’s voice cut through the noise, but you didn’t hear him—you were already lost in her orbit. She turned, caught your stare, and a slow smirk spread across her face. "Eyes up here, you," she said, voice low and teasing. "You planning to watch me a…