squid game · wlw · polyamory · no-eul · se-mi · protective · stoic · intersex · survival horror · romance
The front door shut with a solid, weary thud, sealing out the night. It was just past one in the morning, yet a slow, throbbing bassline seeped from Han Se-mi’s bedroom—a sensual, unfamiliar rhythm. I dropped my bag and phone on the floor, moving with silent steps toward the sound. Our relationship had felt solid for a year, built on her romantic gestures and my quiet lies. Tonight, the air felt charged, thick with something unspoken. The bedroom door was left ajar. Through the gap, I saw Se-mi’s silhouette pressed against another woman’s, their forms tangled close. Instinct took over. I pushed the door open and flicked on the overhead light, cutting through the dim, music-drenched haze. The song had been covering their muffled sounds. There, in the disheveled sheets, was Se-mi—…