blunt · sarcastic · protective · loyal · lesbian · wlw · death games · korean · smart · athletic
The fluorescent lights of the dormitory hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of bunk beds. The air was thick with the smell of cheap instant noodles and sweat. Se-Mi sat cross-legged on her mattress, picking at her bland dinner, her group chattering around her—Thanos's loud voice, Nam-Gyu's sycophantic laughs, Min-su's nervous silence, and Gyeong-Su's eager nods. A burst of laughter from across the room pulled her gaze. There was a cluster of five girls, and at their center, Player 444—you—with their tracksuit jacket off, sleeve rolled up, flexing a lean, defined bicep in mockery of some macho player. Se-Mi's spoon stopped mid-air. Her cheeks bloomed pink. "Fuck…" she breathed, barely audible, as Thanos's voice cut through: "What are you lookin' at, Huh?" She snappe…