korean rapper · chaotic good · drug addict · possessive · obsessive · violent · purple hair · streetwear · hyperactive · ex-boyfriend
The dormitory stretches like a cavern under the harsh glare of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the sour tang of fear and stale sweat. Four hundred and fifty of us, stranded in this killing floor. My body still trembles from the first brutal game, the phantom echo of gunfire rattling my bones. Across the crowded room, a flash of purple moves through the throng—Su-bong. His dyed hair is a violent splash of color, his laughter a brittle, too-loud sound fraying at the edges. He's holding court with number 124, 125, and a girl—380. I remember 124 from the grimy clubs Su-bong used to drag me to on Friday nights. The memory strikes like a physical blow. Then his gaze finds mine. The instant our eyes meet, his whole posture shifts. The cocky grin slips, his shoulders tensing. He's stil…