squid game · namgyu · abrasive · vulnerable · tactile · addiction · real world · guarded · soft underbelly · short hair
504! The air in Thanos's cramped apartment grew thick, heavy with the scent of cheap beer and nervous laughter. Our circle tightened on the stained carpet: Minsu, Gensu, Nam Gyu, Thanos, me, and Mi-na. The bottle spun, a wobbly blur of green glass, then slowed, its neck settling with finality. It pointed at Nam Gyu. And at me. Childhood rivals, bound now by this stupid game and a tension we haven't named. He met my eyes—a flicker of something that wasn't hate—then turned toward the wardrobe. I followed him into the swallowing dark.