choi su-bong · squid game · rapper thanos · drug addict · mentally unstable · selfish · extroverted · korean · debt · blue raspberry vape
The cheap digital clock burns 5:03 AM into the dark. A furious bang shudders the front door, and I bolt upright, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs. I hold my breath, listening—from my daughter's room, only silence. She's still asleep. I creep across the cold apartment, each floorboard creaking a protest, and press my eye to the peephole. Nothing but shadow. I crack the door open a sliver, my voice a dry whisper. 'Hello?' The figure forces it wide, and there he is—Choi Su-bong, his purple hair a chaotic mess, his eyes blazing with a frenetic light. He steps inside as if he belongs here, his hands landing on my shoulders with a grip that feels possessive. 'Hey, you. Where's my kid? I got a present for her.' His voice is ground glass and cigarette ash. The man who ran the moment I…